Succinctly
Steadily
Slowly
And with utmost honesty
Advancing towards the inevitable end
Or so I think
And hope
And pray
To be

Insignificant own
Comparable to that
Of many stars in the night sky
Glimmering and I just one
Burning out slowly
Like a distant light
Ignite

Choose WHAT the you of yous thinks you wants
Though you will not want it all the time
On the contrary
The goal will be not to be set free from yourself
But to not question the IF within your mind

To deny the curving turn of the earth
Is to deny your own subconscious depth
Your reasoning, wave and subtle worth

With that same young moon smiling down
At that which was never this separated us
With a smile alive, I'm not surprised
As my prayer was granted
Though I'll never forget the sly expression
Just below and beside my own eyes

Though I dig the arrow out of my chest
The metallic breath remains in me
Breathing slowly with inward beat
And never still
At least in mind and memory

Give me the ocean
Or not a single drop

Give me time
Or not even a moment to stop

Give me every glimmering evening star
Or none at all

Give me fire from my finger tips
Or no more sparks left to fall

Give me everything or none at all
Give me all of you before I fall

Shooting spree
Fatal none
(that I know)
The camera man once me

I am not
The height of all heights
No
Nor will I undersell my flavorfulness
The salt of the earth
And those reasons why
Are why I will not let it grow

When you ask or beg saying "please never leave"

Let it not be out of fear or weakness

But out of a desire to have no such other eternity

Have you met the creases in my hands
Shocked you must be to know
That I've known them all along

Space to think less
Space to be more
That is what your coffee shop means to me
And no matter how tempting the owner may be
It's is no such she who I adore
But the absence of the former self
And the discovery of what is meaning more

You are ivory magic without a single tusk taken
Boxes of fun without a single gift opened
More gold than any pocket, more silver than any second place token
You are the pounding crescendo in my head unbroken

Yes, I like your sound

Yellow comes to mind
When I hear your voice
How it sounds so alive
Midst the dawning day

With eyes like morning sunlit rise
And a squinting glance which cannot stay
You are short and breathy as the mist
Which always tries but cannot reside

And when I wake up you're all of this
Within me and most definitely mine

When I hear the song we once did share
Echoing though the woods of now

And bouncing off of the realizations
Of how we both cared then and now

It is here I find that I'm young again
Be it only in mind and consequence

Let not a wish be defined by when
But know this of this aged man

That the ending doesn't seem to stop
Me hearing that same old song again

My hopes were lower than the floor of city puddles
Until, until
The sunlight came which was your name
And evaporated me into the clouds
And now all that's left is the little sounds
Of the new me falling all around

With a ripple I change
Becoming rain

Your work, your will
Both the unconscious free and purchased thrill
All of it being inside yourself
Burns fast to ash and with a flash
Is gone into the nothingness of the still

But God
Being more than free and willing to wield
The honest truth in relation to man
Is outside of the self
Is outside of the endless pleasure wheel

Though redundant as this life may be
To pass over the distant hill
It is in his freedom you most feel
The completeness of his higher will
And may you be therein

Sometimes when I look at the ground
And see it round
I want to dig so that it's not there
So that what's beneath it is revealed
Is extracted and laid bare
Sometimes when I look at the ground
I want to know evermore so
And in my desire I do not care

Quiet lips
I want to kiss
More than any girl right now
I miss
The silent whispers in the trees
The quiet hour on the back of the moon
And my ears full of you
Miss nothingness
How your quiet lips find only words
And thoughts within
To manifest
How I miss you now like I’ve missed my room
And the space within
To acquiesce

I am an outstretched arm with a fibrous grain.

I am a whooshing, waving, slashing glaive.

Waiting to cut the wind with a bending sway.

And with a gleam of blue the ball darts away.

The more aware you are of time
The more infuriating it's implicating becomes

Who would want immortality here?
In this halfway house
I do not know?

Yet he who keeps his calm doesn't know, but enjoys the most

Sometimes I just want to escape
Not that the life around me is profoundly filled with bars and chains
But that doesn't change the fact that I
Still wish myself away sometimes
To where no one knows my name

A dog grins
Knowing he was once a wolf
And one day he will be again

Those who are not just "I am"
Glow like stars in the night sky
And serve others
Even if they do not know it
As guides
In the absence of light
Is where they shine most bright

The greatest sign
Of a most conscious might

Is not to devour and to destroy
All of the falsehoods of life

No

But a true clue is
To let them exist
So that the true sees truth

And yes
In this

As liquor should be
Locked up
Too strong is it
A drink for all

So also should these harrows be
Refined behind iron
Pad and key

Not opening to doors like worlds
But renewed in truth
Baptized in study
And blessed by the best
Footprints in all

No educated mind can bare
The suffering of one
Let alone many within these halls

Sweet as fruit
And looking too
Until the sun crashes down
Upon pale skinned youth
And reveals the burnt, the blunt
The obtuse truth
Give me anything but such a sign
I've no language left for you

Chances are
When there's not a star in the night sky
That it's you who cannot see past the light
And the pollution you choose to allow in your eyes

Just as the stars are always there
He IS
Never far from out of sight

Are you seeing this?
This is why the home.
Because sometimes you have to be a part of someone else's story in order to be able to write your own.

For all the water which poured out slow
And was wasted on such hollow words
I should not wish for myself at least
I should not waste
I should wish for her

I'd forgotten how big the sky was
How full of possiblity was a life filled with flight
Yes, Majora's
When that moon was hanging over me in such a way
It made it impossible to see the night from day
And to separate the time from the potential life
Be it without a countdown or accursed limit
But of a life outside of the dream far away

It's a cocktail in which memory mixes with sensation and sound. To become even moreso drunk on you. In the remind of those moments once shared, in that certain, southern, American town.

Bright and cheery as the sunlit gleam off the seasoned leaves
With peaks as high as the surrounding sound
And yet as approachable as the dawn which streams
Into the Meadow of the long lost wood
Where every childhood memory can be found
Pure is the light which envelopes these scenes
And pouring out is the heartfullness of each and every noted sound

Does a paintbrush try and press itself? Or a fisherman cast to feel his own strength?

No.

Likewise, does a moon know when its been idealized by the idealistic pen? Again and again.

Not likely.

Can you see through the colors of your own eyes? Or hear the kissing secrets of the wind on its lovers lips?

No, thankfully not.

And in choosing can you pull thought from mind? With an ease which sets you free to be taller than trees and freer than snow.

Sadly it is with me, when I say no.

It's electric friction beneath the feet
Like stockcars locked on the inevitable path
Matching until meters burst
Exceeding the limit and flying off the track

With powerful pinpoints and frustrating fault lines
And the breaking of makeup on the skin most bold

It is a poker face across the way
And the frustrations of knowing that the crowd turns cold
Whenever you've failed to play perfectly within the fold

Tennis
Is the realization that you are IT, and all that which influences the bouncing ball

Be like chocolate
Not because of the sweetness
Or because of the health implications, no

Be it milky white or dark devoid of light
Be rich like chocolate
How it's void of all time

Because chocolate is always so well received
Often described as full
In the remnants of another person's mind

And to those who are alergic to it
We say how sorry we are for that
Because it tastes so flavorful richly fine

Some days the lance hits home
And your chest is punched through your armor
Vibrating your heart until it's up against the cold
Yes
Sometimes when you've offered yourself to be struck
You are just that
Mere fragments of yourself within a suit of armor cold

Tomorrow is coming, like a train of iron on a track of steel and nothing can stop it.  Nothing that is or ever will be derailed. Tomorrow is coming between friction and steel.

It can pierce a veil of darkness
Unravel like the extension of an arm
And seep, deep into folds of the extreme
Coloring the simple walls of where we've already been
And in your eyes I can see it still
Like the warming sentiments of summer
As the winter ground reflects it all around
Because inside is where the light bends
And without break it begins a sound

For old times sake
Old minds sake
Rewind and scratch the sidewalk
With a wingtip gliding by fake
With old kitten lips pressed to the reed
And the quiet patter of kickdrum feet
Would you play it one more time for me?
With the chattering of Ivory teeth nearby
Would you let the Cool Jazz river run deep?

Nine meters per second
Twenty miles per hour
No speed is sufficient for this
This kind of falling

To close this wound I never knew
To slow my waking thoughts alive
One moment I am all a hope
The next I am crashing into a puddle down

But not like the others
Ever falling over and over again
For I am a selective raindrop now

A Tolstory was never for me
Nor an ounce of Frost on my fingertips found
In the complexities of Estlin’s dreams, I am
Not a man without my own Wit
Or Dunbarred from uncaging this, my own sound
Only to be let loose in a Field of youthful green
No I am nonesuch of these or be Twain
I am a storm to be you see
And here I've just been Dickinson around

Give me quiet ambition.

Give me blank space and lines.

Give me jazz like cold coffee to cool this hot headache of mine.

Give me presence most impartial.

Give me back peace of mind.

Give me time but not too much of it.

Give me only what's mine.

When words sprout limbs
And grow as trees in the summertime
Steadily until they bare their fruit
Then my thoughts will be hanging within reach
Would you pluck them as you'd pluck some fruit?
And take a tiny bite of me
Or at least of my thoughts?
Would you, wouldn't you?

It’s not about romanticizing the failure
But realizing the redundancy
The struggle to be thankful and kind
In a world full of fleeting feelings blind

Mind you

Encouragement often flees from truth
And the staying therein of proof
Is what's easier said than done
Not to mention most often true

Think as raindrop falls
Fast
Exclusively towards it's goal and aim
Without hope it falls short
Of becoming snow
Although sometimes as rain it does not remain

Waiting for a silver dollar
Cold and true
In a world full of plastic cards untrue

A heart can beat
Without oxygen
For a minute
Starlight gleam
For an eternity seem
A gander can fly
Across the open sky
Till it's out of sight
And yet noone can reach you
Noone even tries
Because even fools recognize
The unobtainable
Untouchable height
That is your virtuous value
In my eyes

Did you know?

That those shimmering shining reflective lines
Are from the deepest puddles man has yet to know?

And yet we call them ghosts
Out of limelight fear
Not of London made
But no less below

For beneath every living thing there is this
A shadow

The self says no
You cannot be
All that you once we're never me

Albeit truth past all within
There is also future time yet spent
To be more than all that has ever been

So move yourself
Til you you move again
Before the self can find it's voice and then

Would you tell yourself
You must
You can