Cold where it meets the tongue
Warm in the mindful eyes relived
Turn up the heat in this solemn room
As it is all that I can do to relive this again

No home, no food, no time left to return
Let alone option to be a companion
As I of the few who remain
Sum of less who survived let alone to thrive

And in breathing I, no, all of this is against me
Every ounce and pound of reality found
In the noise upstairs and the quite beneath
Down below the surface once paid for dearly

But I can touch my lips to a glass of memories
And taste every Saturday of childhood overflowing
As I am there again
But not there at all

I wish for dreams and when I have
They remind me that my soul yearns for yours
As you hold the only hope alive
Of hearing admits understanding
Of heartbeats within quiet warmth

Do you dream of me as equally alive?

Pointed, sharp and searching, ever in. Some people are needles and I the thread. Integrate me if you must, though I will not be sown of my own accord. I would much rather spin in perfectly spooled schools on my own. Thus, is the nature of the singular thread, alone. Sometimes seen. And sometimes integrated in both step and social seam.

But to the occasional social seamstress, sure.
Cut me in.

At the bottom of every cup
Their is either
Acceptance or ignorance
Loss or desire
For more or less knowing
There is thirst in every human throat
For the drink of mind which will return
For some a nothing ounce
For others all which the senses can possibly remeber and inspire
With fire, and water, and heart to beat
No drink lasts by drink
Or by slow plastic perspire

When you know
You just know
By no human means, no
But when you know
Truly know
You just know
Since you've known

No matter how hard I try
How far I hike
No hands can hold back waves
Or ears can hear the true skies voice
Just as no trees stay
And no sun remains the same for more than a single night
No matter how hard I try and fight
How high I climb or fast I fall to the ground
No inevitable escapes life

Death came to dinner
One day refusing to sit
As he was hungry
For more than the common man
He wanted time itself, this

I don't have ghosts
Or believe in memories
As an empty closet holds no sway
The past being no more than ash
With a breath to breathe it away

Like a train track whine
become embodies both peaks and beams
The very best of
(kind)
If their ruminations on record can bounce
from flowing cloud to star and back again
Without falling an inch but
blooming into down an atmospheric
(ear)
With peaking echoes so gently drawn
that it can stir the cattails fur
and create rainless ripples across the worlds of
(water)

That is when good harping is best
As a sound so fragile that it’s almost human
in its death at last
Regardless of digital
(wax)

I love this sounding verse to pass
(me)

In any fight there is a breath
In every battle a sky soaring innocently overhead
Watching us make mindless decisions
Every day upon days unend
We sleepily forget as if anew has begun
When really if it were easy to do
It would already have been done

Only those
Who have no regrets
Have also no breath
Left or mind to fathom the why
Awake

Death and worry go hand in hand

The grounds of my courtyard
The woods of my heart
Have not been trespassed upon for an age
Or trampled unendingly by the masses of protest
The uncivilized, no
But to those who were once invited
To roam
Not a footprint is left
And I more than ever
Wind roundwards in clockwork
Walk the evening machines, friendly
And at pace ever turning

No choice will ever release me from this free

Sit and stay
Until the clouds unravels
Till the hot coals glow
And the night calls you back
Try and try as you may
To pull the smoke out of snow
And it will outlast your hopes
For a clearing of day
Though I would be happier still
If I were creating along thr way
Sometimes the quiet
Is the creation of self
Sometimes all that you can do is just
Sit and stay

Sometimes I can feel
The words swimming beneath the surface
But they will not rise
To the fly of me

Maybe a nymph tomorrow

My heart is in a higher place right now
Though it will fall as all stars do
Until nickel burns cold
And ember embeds outside of sandy towns
Under cloudy moonlit eyes to see
Would you please?
Watch me fall, as all stars do
And in my tumbling known
As if you could not catch
Me my most human ground
Would you?

I only ask because I'm burning
For you to watch

Noone says goodbye
At the beach and yet expects
The waves to stay back
For more than a crashing day
As they burn by waterside

You're very air
Is a voice my ears drink deeply of
Entranced by waters
And by the tales of a home yet known
If I sought out the trees
To sing you back into my own song
Would you hear me from this distance far
And come running
Knowing henceforth and forever
Where you belong

When I write
When you sing
We embody the voice spoken long before
No words ever were or
First