reaching through my window grasp, my collar lined, my mind unfolded. pull me through this painted glass, the crown unmolded, and shape my day with glorious rays, with simple scents and lilac embolded. with the coming way, of every may, would you make my day most intoxicated, in such a simple yet glorious way?

Without (faith)

There is no sky to fall .
No earth to stand .
No breath to breathe .

Without (faith)
My self .
Isn't me .

If the fear is greater
Than whatever intreage you once felt
In passing looks like days now spent
Then a week of me would never change
These months of unbeing
Let alone those years spent with Someone .
Else

The only voice I wish to hear
Like the padding of the deer
And the misty Falls approach in trees
Which whispers here, and
With wandering footprints, there

Like the only sky I've ever been
Before being rush back within
To an eternal indoors
Full of plastic stars which burn out slow
And the hum of air which,
Once conditioned, streams

It's such a beautiful sound, I see
Such a lovely thought, that now I feel
You, my flooded mind, in ears
Begs this of my most unsubtle me
Let me drown anew
In this memory, please

Skies fall down slowly
As shadows lie beneath these
Most mountainous truths
Stretching out like outcrops down
In walking ways was our youth

no amount of making
  or feigned revisions of life unlived
    can recall a sighted sky over the ocean
      or pull down a sunrise behind the mountains

      better to try and catch the stars which aren’t stars
    chase sleight of hand or tongue of minds unfold
  let alone myself alone in this
I am tired of being cold

hello is not a word
so much as a greeting is a sky
which stretches out above our heads
into the coulded mists and parting looks of waiting eyes

Youth is forever to be desired

And fleeting and admired

And pitied and constructed

Into something more or less

No not so much



Youth is imperfectly young and lovely

Stupid and whole in its incompleteness lost

Just as downwardness is down

And skylight heat tries to rise


Youth is only you

So long as the youth

Within you

Is alive

I can be a wave crashing upon your shore
But when the coastline shakes
And aches its back both towards and in, with force
That shakes me, moves my world

Find me in this flow of day
Till the warmth of sight escapes my bones
And in realization that this rivers flow
Is no more than water, no less than true
In its careless, passing, way it goes
And so speaks to me in a rippling ease
Reassuringly to let me know
That I am almsot free
Of my own being, in alone

Humans look at books and see
A thousand opportunities
Pages to turn and how they could be seen
By the other eyes
Naturally

Where skylines bend
And sunglow lights
Our pyre bed on which we live
Such combustive talks
And opinions which once were given
Give way to sleep, to rest, to need
And to an understanding so carved, so dutifully deep
That even skylines cannot touch or reach our valleys found
Where we are have been
In growing roots deep

A write is such a wrong
If found (in) to be nothing more
Than a turning out
Not of ideas
Or truths
Or questions
Or desires
But of disregard for craft
And the pretensions of these selfish liars

Create to make, not make sum

Give me amber warm
And woodgrain soft as sandstone
To meet with pressure
Over time and many miles
My hands will lead you homeward

11,541 days a breath
With nothing standing in my way
I can live and walk into the sure, unsure
Cutting paths to wilderness, song to wind
But to attribute THIS to my own success
Is but wishes and hopes
Nothing more or less

Dark skies are not black
Just devoid of light like oceans deep

And stars are not light
Just bright fires in the distant
Almost phosphorus sight
Of the galaxial eye

And the fact that we blink
Autonomic compulsive reactive
Shows that darkness exits
But only after for an instant flees

I call this, how things are

All the sunsets I regret
Are not for a lack of looking on
But for a lack of moving into them
As I ought

Clouds know not how soft
We think they are and praise their
Being a vapor

Jazz I love
perfect sidewalks, like
but you are the epitome of life
in a daily stride walking there beside

I could
certainly

The wind, a blessing,
gifts me this -
I can hear the trees
from all the way behind glass doors
such as these

At the end of the day
Say nothing
Because
It is the end
And over

The dream of being
One day more
(than you already are)
Is **** of sleep
And of walking nowhere

Ask not
How can I not be (today)
Ask what instead you need to create
Before it's too late (in this dying day)

Life, the earth
Like traffic lights
Yurn, regardless of you
Your direction of self

And based on perception
We all stop
We all go
And get *******

Walk under the stars
Wake under the sun
Swim under the water
And play beneath your someone

Smile when the crows gather
And laugh at crowds who call you anything
Because you are not that-which is in chains
But as free as all of these things are above

I feel both God and man alive
Death and valleys
Lows and mountains cresting high into the sky
A mere extension of this mortal coil
An unwinding of the intensive human mind
Combusts on thirty three inches of imperfect maple
And explodes like thunder into joyous cries
And for a moment I am king of the dust
For about three hundred and sixty feet of it, I am alive

(I swear that last one is still going)

(Wishing)
Not on stars, or skies
Not on rocks, or trees
Not on mountains, or valleys
Or on rivers, or streams

Not on daylight, or night
Not on waking, or sleep
Not on coins, or on clovers
But on prayer that you will see
(Me)

Dashing hopes on rocks below
Like running waters
- Wishes flow
So gently along
Like innermost thoughts
And outermost desires known
Flirtatious and smooth -
You float up to me
Like an ocean floor unglued
And you offer me depths
(Implied in tastes)
Of that which you do not yet know
As you are still just a meadow stream
And all you do over rocky shoals
Is flow

After gravity fades
And the crowds die away
And all that's left is me
And I'm finally free
Not to sleep, or be scared, or be anything
But me
When I write like this right
For just a moment
I am free
And for an instant I feel
That there's no wrong in me

I am free

Scared of you, no
Terrified of me, please

Is there a question mark to be marked in here?

Quit
Using
Excuses
Since
Time
Is
Only
Now

QUESTION, yourself.