A stretched of highway in my forehead
A road to travel
I will, must
Be it conscious or in sleepness
I too shall go
I will
I must

A dream of you is like a story
I cannot, will not, wait again
To catchup and
Turn a sheet, a page

Dive and then, upon awakening
Will myself
Be whisked away again
Just to see you
And if, what then?

Sadly
No future is found in an ounce of sleep

In war at least there is an end

When body breaks along with luck
And wingless time refuses to fly

When stranded ground is found and crossed
With your enemies advancing under a sun
Their cries no longer lies

Defeated when
The clouds are stroked with arrows down
And your knees know sunset shown
In the distance

Lay it down
Long tired warrior
Stop existing for an hour or so
And simply
Let it all go

Whispering into an envelope
It is sealed and slipped under your door
A small gift of song
An imperfect thing
Quiet and unassuming between ears
A sound which I’ve had and heard a thousand times before
And more and more
As it becomes
And in becoming yours

I cannot satisfy myself with flowers
Out of fear of never seeing the trees
Swim in puddles
When I know that I ought to dance in the ocean
Selfishly, I'm not sorry now
Though I may once have been
If you are niether as tall or as deep as these
But I want no wattage less than sunshine
No new life born of less than me
You will learn this quickly, perhaps
That I am a proud and patient sort of being

Ideas
Really good ideas
Are like dreams asleep

Take melatonin
Eat a pickle
Try as you may
To recreate
And force them into wakeful being

But you cannot
Not matter what you do or do not eat
As they will only visit
When your conscious mind is at ease

Unaware of hunger or self indulged feast

Or you could try tacos
Tacos always give me dreams

I want to love you
Polished girl
Who's grown from glamourus day of babe
But you
But you
Hold no substance of earth
No brains of your own
No truth to convey
You take what I give
You take
You take
Giving nothing of yourself
As empty beings, be
And by the way
You are not social in the least

With tears
To preface rain
She said
"I don't know why I feel what I feel but I feel it"

Golden strings
Worn thin and brown
Like hair once let
From ponytail down
Around fireside
A plucking keep
A look by flames
Ignites in me
A song
A song
To keep

My old heart roams around with you
Cut out of schedules
Grown out of loafers
Like the gifts once found
Beneath the pleasant tree we once shared
In one
I am all of memory
And once yours
No more

I hate the morning
Love the shadow eyes
So much
That I often forget to
To see the light of day
How bright it is
To feel
Amazed

In this river I pour out
A glass of lasts
Of water within me
To return as a well
And rejuvenate self
I must rise again in this earth
In order to be
I must go
I must sleep

It's Virginia sun
And Maryland rain
Southern thunder in the clever skies
The kind which makes the treetops shake
From Eagle Pass to outside Quebec
Where is the earth if not in perfect place

By mother nature's breath
I swear it's true

You were meant to be today
And these also with you

Among the many things which I welcome
   Your legs over mine
   My head atop yours
There is nothing more valuable
   Than that which I can give
   DAILY
   Being then myself
   More than time itself
Along with all that which I adore
   Comes me

Its shoulders back
And back bent
Until time breaks will
And perpectives are know

It is more than talk
Or act or deed alone
It is more than anything
Which could ever be

It is trust and in trust
It is faith within hope
It is family over honor
Facing known and unknown

And in due time
It is the requirement
That both father and son are willing
To let go

When I rest I sleep like water
Into potting soil newly laid

Into my bed I find myself and fold
Like ironed sheets and cabernet

I dry and dry my desert eyes
On quiet silk
Unwind like coils and fade away

Like the distant colors of a prefixed sun
As its dullest emerald glow
Is slowly polished with grey

Until all that's left is the sleepless ore
Black as opal jewel with organic shine

I am tirelessly writing myself away
On smooth rocks from a vibrant stream

And all I want are mountainsby

The night sky lays out on its trampoline bed
With all it's stars and nebula friends
Looking down into eyes
Streaming looks pouring out
In admiration it is thus
How the night sky wishes upon us
That it had such strong feelings felt

The sky envies my friends
It told me so

A canvas is a conscious thing
Which holds no lies but hands with truth
Just try and hide from a single strike
A single stroke of brush to be
Once there it will never be without again
Once aware you'll never unsee the colors again
This is the nature of paint
Or at least one of its many mothers
See?

Saying they don't matter
That they don't mean or mean other
Is far less fair than fire
Far colder than ice
And darker than the moonless night to be
Cold and free as you wish
If you want to witness loneliness
And the embodiment of whatcouldbe
Say they don't matter one more time

I cannot speak to who you are
But what I see
Is skin like umber
Hair as olives
And eyes alive with a sharp and rustic ease
You seem to be
Every wild choice I wish I would've made
Every moment to dance not taken
Every handshake met and opportunity spent
When my prose is your con
And my quiet your noise
Dance, dance
In your reflect I see
That you are the opposite of me

Breathe in the stars each night
Like fireflies
To give my heart the company it needs
To beat and with pattered wings flee

Perfectly, flawlessly, lost
Still lost

Quietly, solemnly, sleeping
Still wake

Notably, publicly, making
Still waste

We are dying, arriving, and truly
Too late

There is a warming hope
within the soul
above the heart
behind the mindful eyes of late
Foundational as it is warm
And kind as it is great
Nonreligious as I mean true
And simple as a childs love
You know that I'm referring to?
It's...

Your soul
A cabin as it should
Surrounded by forgiving trees
And friendly fern laid paths beneath
Your sound
And sound is that of thrushes knocking
Cattails waiving friends goodbyes
With summers long once gone to rest
In other counties
I'm glad you tried
To keep that hymnal you alive

In my country you did belong

As
a sign
Sometimes
it all goes right
The stars don't align
but I feel them nonetheless
And for a moment life's duress is but a memory
To me, as I live and burn in this present candlelight
Though sometimes the evening is even darker than the night
And I crash into the atmosphere of a more realistic Me
Like a lonely poet who never shares his paint
Like a bygone song no instrument will play
And in burning I retreat
to the halls of sleep
Sometimes
I am far
away

(Even though it seemed to be the perfect day)

With an open hand I greet your ghost
Set flowers by the curb aside
And reach as I never reached in life
Without regret or doubting eyes
I see you still
Afraid to move away
From the dimming hallway light inside
You are my favorite ghost by far
Just as you were
Once alive

A verse, averse
I demand that it works
(an announcement of sorts this could not be, dear self)
Although this dude did just reach
30,000 HePo words

Wow
That's felt

The trick is not .... to drown
In the saturation of memory ...
        Highly colored
        Feelings felt
        Or letters burned in effigy
The key is .... the feeling of the fiery warmth
And not the dousing of opportunity ...
To make memories anew

Frightful in the Catskills
   There is fearless my heart beating
Long and slow
   In leather strips and sacred meadows
With berries past and present, stew
   And heavy dew mornings on the eyes
   These sunlit mists which often persist
Making heads turn with every thought to sway  
   Dear mountain dream
   From which I always awake
   Cold and alone in a neighboring state
Please don't take your love away

New York Has The Best Mountains

Do your eyes still flair
As a Winter ocean
When the snow reflects this cloudy haze

Does it matter
Still
As all winters settle and must end in such rainy days

April
Id give any one of these mountains for you
Just to hold a piece of your heart again

The beauty of here
Is not me
Or that you can see
With the exactitude of what is
No, the beauty of here is you
And that you're willing to look at all
At this reflective, moonlit, sea

From the day I first sat
     in that shallow class
Picking up a pen full of emotion
     to disperse
I never once thought
     (consciously)
Or planned to leave
     (this earth)
So many millions of words
So many thousands of verse

Pour my heart a Trenta drink
With lemon twist
And jazzenough to fill
My eyes with wonderment
At your waist
A taste
This drink of you

Rushed is not a true
Excuse for making something
As premature as
Life without embodied love
Let alone two lovers lost

When conversations grow darker than night skies cold. And the tree leaves on the breeze fail to whisper the truth. What happens then, after Summer, so far away from the Springtime of youth? I don't know, but ergo Autumn. And with this quote end. Just as the rocks below look up to the sky above. Marylan spoke my mind in synonym that day, and so I'm through with love.

A high opinion of ones self
Once held
Is of no concern
So long as truth is present
So long as justice is found
As it is better to hold understanding
Than to drop all standards
Due to the frivolities of others
In pursuit of the socially sound
State of being
Which so many profess to be profound
It is not
As I am

A wonderful wave
Was that one
With focused crash and seady swell
Collar crest to ride and grasp
With raven hair and wavering curl
Her earthy eyes
A perfect tide for anyone born of waves
But as for my shores
I couldn't stand the neutrality of the sea
For the rest of my years
And just waved goodbye

One day you'll walk
Though the same old door
Into a world unchanged
Only to discover the truth

That nothing is ever the same
That no second ever failed to fly
And that all is the essence of obvious
Even you