Walking down a road
Without a sight in sight
Isn't knowing
It's trusting

That at the end of it all
When it all has fallen
That it was worth the walk
Because if not I'd fall

There is nothing more peaceful
No place more quietly filled with solidarity and truth
There is no smile brighter
No sound more solemn
And no such expression wasted solely on you
There is more than expected
Midst this endless perspective
There are labels which cannot speak ounces of truth
There is more than that which appears to all else
In this moment I find
There is more than just you

I knew that I was not a bird
I knew it when I fell and I
A wingless thing
An ageless life
Angelless on this ended line
Known to me no bird was I
Long before I couldn't fly

Like a far
From a distant star
I wanted you like a childhood wish
So badly that I couldn’t help but shine
And glow in the innocent, youthful, darkness

Have you ever known the most of this?
Or the truth which is
That it pulls a young man by his feet
To the bottom of the sea
When he realizes that
She isn't thinking about you

This poem needed an outstretched hand
To save it from defeat

So I laid me down on broken cliffs
And simply reached

To save these words from quiet worlds

I... will not... delete

Either I know everything, or I know nothing
I'm never close to the in between
Which is why you seem so far away
At least in time, within this space
Because I cannot see your face
I can only hope most ardently
That for once in my life
Somebody like you
Knows everything there is to know
About someone like me

I don’t bleed for you
Burn or in weeping fall like rain
With closed eyes or with headwinds sway
But like stars glistening
With night sky coldly watching
I am reminded
And think of you often
In a bright minded sort of way

Handle your words with caution
Your impressions with care
Because words can impress
And compress the impressionable
Like metors on the surface of self
You may never know
The value, the worth
Or the cost of such words
On another persons earth

Know not the rigidness of my eyes
Or the scent of my skin
As once did the picture on my face imply
For I am blameless in such regards
And rightfully so
For I have dedicated my entire self
My entire life
To the upholding of such high regards
For a person who I do not yet know  
That to me
Is more pure than the new fallen of snow

Tear the idea limb from limb, until the acorn of truth falls.
And then, rend the earth and begin again.
Until another, and another
And another thought begins.
Growing slowly with every Fall.

He is the sky beyond the clouds
The heaven and the highest host
The gentle breath in the wandering fields
And the coolest drink of water in the wellspring of my soul
He breathes life into me
Acknowledges me
And makes my scattered pieces whole
My God with steady outstretched arms
Who offers me a hand to hold

Walk away from everything
Take steps without your feet
Stride as oceans turning break
And stumble upon like fallen leaves

Step-over caution endlessly
With a rustling wavering ease
And walk away from everything
In your walking you are free

Because only you, yourself can keep
In your walking you are free

Poetry is a smooth stone slipping
Wavering back and forth in the water beneath
And the fall of all in a slow transcendent arc
Until it comes to rest
Finally
Like all poetry
At the end and beneath

Today I dug and shoveled away, at an old box, at an old sin.

And upon finding it, I opened it, and stared at its contents. The realization stored within.

For inside I found the truth in this:

"That you can stare at the monster all you want, but in your future, don't ever let yourself desire his life, or become like him."

Not ever, not once, or ever again. But instead be reminded of who he is and how he is. And why also, such things exists, within this life.

Don't embrace the monster locked away. But be a better man. Be more than this. For that is the truth which I found in this.

Ripples beneath concrete feet
Falling all around the trees
Are the days of lightful shadows still
Are the scenes unseen to me
Quietly
Softly
Mostly
Between ivory keys
Are the pulling, plodding, plucking leaves
Which kiss the earth like a butterfly
And depart fluttering with bus stop wings
To no other earthly springs comply

The ocean
Crashing rolling in the deep
Turning stones slowly felt to sand
Beneath the feet, and yet

No one can tame the tidal crash
Where the waterways collapse and meet

Though many have tried
How the waves of time wash over us all
In the shallow end of this single life

Because regardless of fear, or the deep
So the morning tide will ever subside
And yet never live to see the setting sun

Just as the castles of our yesterday will be swept away
By the water pulling at our feet

So the ocean will always crash and roll
With a gentleness and honest swell
Resting calmly in-between
Each wave

And then I saw it
And I knew
Overtaken as I was
That all of my prior perceptions of beauty were nothing
And that your memory
Was a far sight from all of God's green glory
Creative and free as the cattails and the rustic leaves
For which I am thankful
Most thankful

The warmth and roundness of me.
Is only there due to the edges taken off by you.

Cold strings quietly
Ask for vibrance and true song
To be strummed made live
On youthful learning fingers
Tipped with determination

Crystallized
Is the place
You will find
Within the blue
Within my eyes

Cloud and water
Is a way of thinking
Of presumptive of being

Which calms the minds
Of those who see shadows
In every corner

And demons in every shadow alike
Cloud and water
And perfectly shapen sky

Not one to fly in another's sky
Nor to fish the grounds of another herrings town
For I
I am a Rook
Meaning that often and alone I fly
Not high, but above
More pleasant fowl
For as keen eyes look
And occasionally see alone
With pinions dark as covered night
There is noone else at last to be found
Because we rooks, we mate for life
There is noone else for us alive

Paper
Yearns for the trees
No more than I
A humble man
Yearn for the pride of my prior youth
For once you have begun
You can always begin again
In some respects

Isn’t that write?

How can a human being be so good?
Have such good parents?
Have such a good upbringing?
Have some good friends?
Get a good education, at a good institution?
Have good enough degrees to get a good enough job?
Have a good enough mind to problem-solve?
And everyday continually subscribe to a method which means that they will thrive?
And with every success still remain not a snob?
How can any human being be so good, so well brought up?
And yet still after everything, be so messed up?

I’m torn between sharing the mass
Of stones I’ve dropped to the bottom of the well
And keeping the precious water supply all to myself

Because it’s not against my beliefs to drink
Or to share with someone a drink as well

But to pollute my own most trusted source of outpouring
Will take a confidence in me
The kind which ought but doesn’t always swell

Better than any disconnect
Any night of sleep
Any day of unease
Better still is the pouring of water
On an eventual seed
Which will turn with the sun in the sky
Into a creative tree
Which grows and thrives above my eyes
Better it is than any of these

Nothing makes me smile like a dark day
Like the heavy rain
Which openly berates the crowd
But smiles at me on its way down

As I run from my car
But not to hide
No I run from my car to get inside
Because I'm late as late can be
And if I had no responsibilities
I would let the time slip and slide away
Within such rain

I would trod the squishy flooded ground
And turn my head up to the sky
To declare my love for such a day
And to kiss the open honest clouds

I’m struck by this
Isn't it funny how?
No matter how hard the rain may fall
Your thirst is never quenched at all
By the rain drops tumbling down
How silly are the people who frown
At such rain

When I am ill
I’m not numb, I hum
With radiation everywhere

Far more aware of how tall I am
And filled with ache
With stale, dull, air

It’s like a flower wilted is
It’s like a moonlit night neath clouds
It’s like I cannot feel, yet all is feeling all around

When I am ill
And feeling
Inexplicably, down

It’s NOT that life is NOT worth living, without big ideals
It’s JUST that some are JUST unawares

Of the difference between the oceans and the seas
Yet they swim still

In the channel of being
Creating endless, watery, memories

Some days my heart feels heavy with it
The distant want
The growing fear

The way it is but will not stay
For the remainder of these
More youthful days

My heart is this
Alone
But not at last

Instead how it wanders
Through fields of idealism
And lets you pass

With every conscious moment
In this
How I dream of you and let you pass

When I'm here;
      My soul does not stir.
It settles behind closed eyes
      And breathes a contented breath...
A summer sigh.

Knowing that the winter will return,
     Like an old friend.
Along with the whistling radiators...
     To hold to cold in utter contempt,
And to warm my frostbitten fingers.

The speed of a breath breathed out
That is how fast my mind doth fly and flee this earth
Above the clouded sea filled sky
Until the only thing left of me is this
This perspective of mine

Flowers young breathing
In a new day morning shine
Basking in the glow
Of another Spring born young
Revealing a Summers teen

When the sky opens up
And waves to us
With a rain pouring down
In a heart felt sound
Be you sure and smile back
Till the sky's collapse
As each rain is a drop
In a wave quick to pass

Polish a coin until it shines
A coin it still remains

Scratch the surface, smash the matter on the tracks
And yet the etching still ingrained  

Flattened to the edge of flat
So the world around remains

As a coin which flips is falling fast
With fate less interchanged

No bounce determines forward path
Which wasn't first ordained

Mere steadfast midst matters of the past
For we all in life break change

The more I look
The more I see
But do not necessarily understand
Why is such a simple thing
So much of a surprise to me?

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

When I am here
I feel more near
Than two stars in the night sky

Right beside each other
Partners almost
And yet light-years away

Though not by choice
But perhaps design
As we could be, as we are in voice

Ever trapped in this endless cycle
Like the slow glowing impending
Endless time

Like the space between most every breath
I'll be nearer to you after this goodnight
And yet no more than a distant star

For we are but two
Of the many bright orbs
Glowing in the grandest of sky's

Different isn't an alter to bow
Nor change a prayer
Or a party anything less than a high

No all of THIS, that is human, is only being

Our faith is living
And in living it out
A M P L I F I E D

I recommend you go higher, friend

Your song is like a clover field
Lucky
Peaceful
Always at ease
Rolling like the streamless hills
Your body right here next to me

Within the grass
And on the wind
Ever is your voice to be
And even when I’m not in sight
To see your jawline ever slight
As you sing a clover field to sleep

I know your voice
As I know your eyes
And the way much like your song implies
That you are peaceful and at ease
Like a field of clover
You’re lucky to me

When his shoulders turn and all hope is falling, like an iron on steel, like the rain in May. There will be no tomorrow for the us which was, for the walk which couldn't be kept away.

When you first meet someone
And they meet you
Looking to see all within
A vacuum is created
Your first touch a new universe found
With colorful smoke inhaled, contained
And your newfound faith and willingness to be
Exceeds anything felt before that first breath shared
Before and after
We and me

In issues of the tongue and heart
One thought resolves
(all others)

Parting mind from misery
Fog from fine


And that is here
Regarding all decisions there
(within)

The real question is not of what, or why
But of when did the notion begin?

As sure as my blue-eyed skies are blue
That will never be normal
Nope
It will always be you