Mirrored like a windowpane
I know you’re there, but not at all
No great height at last it would be
To fall like this, endlessly
Into the wellspring of it all
But to a craft and wet stone be
The way you hone the idea smooth
Like a riverbed, put me to rest
And toss me as a stone unto
And in doing so
Smooth me into you

On quiet little corners turned
And freshly folded blackened ink
Beneath pillows raspy, hands left grasping
And above all thoughts which were recently freed

There are pages stating and there is change
As there is fire waiting for the freedom to be

Pleasnt quiet little corners turned
Burn
Though you once had held a candle to me

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

When I look into the mirror, I am more than what I see.
I see the past, I see the present, I see the future...I see me.
I see the ideas and the ideals, the fleeting notions in-between.
I see it all within the mirror, although the mirror, isn't the only thing I see.
I see myself and my old image, I'm nothing special you can see.
I look within to see my reason, and portray a look to pretend I've seen.
But...this isn't a mirror set before me, it's just a doorway next to me.
Two sets of glass, a single person, a dual-reflection for all to see.

I always wanted to work in a place
Where if it surpasses me
I could walk out of an open door, into the woods
And walk away from everything
Until I am surrounded by trees
And so I am, surrounded by trees
Away from that place and all that it means
Because walking is part of a walking life
And no shoelace ever remains fully tied

Jet and handsome you'll never have
With eyes as dark as treebark
Hair curled and seasoned as the leaves
But I can tell you what you will have
You'll have everything he never had
The gold afield, the blue of sea
The tallness as a yew of trees

Expansive un
O' mind unkind

Prestigious thought
Occurs to who?

My never where
O' not of which
Mine unto you

Tired and cold
Self-doubting self
In search of mind away
From noon else
Like someone who you care about
Treat well yourself
And in your own way
Kind

Emerald eyes
Consuming flowers
One crowned with white nobility
One being still
Endlessly
Taillessly
Timelessly
Devoured

Ill will held on
Dries out my hands
And cracks in the sky are never welcome
Hence why the attempt is never planned
Though apart from my old self
I find, I am
And yet
With contented say grown out of sigh
Though I may be quiet
Having pushing myself far away
In the silence, know this
You are always welcome
Le nathlam hí

How deep is a puddle?
Underneath the sky
Atop the earth
And soaking into the dirt beside the rugged asphalt

Created beside the hand of man
How it reaches in
Just to stir itself into a frenzy

How it seeks to meddle and mend the crooked stream
From its own perspective  
When the preference is not to wind but to align

For this I say
Unto the man
Who holds the line
With his elbows locked and intertwined

That a winding way is not a way
Or a challenge from the immortal hand
It's just a steam of the natural
It's just the earth trying to begin again

Pulling the water back to the sea
To grind the eternal rock to sand

Ever so slowly

And this is why
Directly beside your creation
The puddles began

I want to know that there's hope
I want to know that there's a future
I want to see that there's a sustainable place in her heart for me
And yet, if that's not the case
I need to learn what I need and can
And then I need to leave

The best secret place
Is built so as never to be found
By anything but a path shown
By leaves brushed away on the ground

Say not
That I let my emotions seep
Like a sidewalk stream
Down a sewergrate
No
Instead let it be said
That whatever I felt
Evaporated clearly under the sun
To return to that cloudy head of mine
Up in the sky

Erupt
Explode into a blue crater
And mushroom cloud
Into a condensed atmosphere

Turn no more
Than a morning clock
But simmer still
In firey fear

Warm heat
Cold whisps
In a circling mixing
Upward fall

Dark coffee
Napalmed into cream
To the taste responsible
To call

Do you doubt that the dawn
Will arise anew?
After the hours
In between?

Do you doubt that God
Will not cover you?
With his pinons
As his wings?

For as a child of little
Be full of faith.
And of faithfulness
Indeed.

For as the sun
Each day,
Decides to flee
So our God will never leave.

Slowly...
Gradually...
Residually...
Daily...

That's what he means when he says that she... "Pulls on his heart like she pulls on the sea."

Beautiful silence
Beautiful sound
Stop thinking you can be saved by this
Another noise in the city
Another quiet little town

You can't be saved by your own hand

That's why he reaches out

Somedays I am a ship which sails
No lull or shore could raise me to the ocean floor
When I am on a swell
And yet somedays I’m lost on an oceanfront
Floating
Floating
Still

All the small little bobbles of humanity
Are but stones settling in the sea
Sinking down
When I am awash in the sea of voices at Calvary
Cresting on hope
I float

Eternal time
Is hinted at, implied
For a moment within this solumn sound
But that is not for us to know
As humans with, within this truth
Surrounded by and all around

The wild sigh
How it wavers and whips
Through the freshly cut sky
No man to see
Or to follow it
As it flees
And it fly's
Like a harvest scythe
Beneath the gentle breeze
It cracks
And whips
Stiring the sleeping mouth beneath
With it's shadowy eyes
How the fisherman
Doth crave the catch
So also does escape
The fly

Herb
Root
Stem and tree
More beautiful is the turn of your hair
The bend of your neck
Than a winding lane
You are more than these

Eternal summer
Stretching out before us both
Before us all
Like a tempered path or a winding road
Before us now
Like the direction in we each must go
Away from one another
Perhaps
Walking slow

All I have to give
All I have to spend and invest
All that is left
All that has been
And all that has past
Flows by me like a river now

Listen as you may and may try
Though you may never hear it howl
Because like death in the night
It smiles wide at last
As it takes away with a cold hand
The moments as they seemingly pass

Because we cannot bend nor deny
The inevitability of the next day
Though we can regret and fondly remember
The memory of those days gone by  

Why you may ask is all of this
An inevitability and not such a crime?

Well that would be because we are human
And it is the inevitability of time

It’s existence just like yours
Is no crime upon humanity

It simply is like you
Passing into eternity

The best verses are not torn from the heart
Or ripped from the head
But are pulled from your mouth, endlessly, like a piece of string
Flowing from between your lips
Until all that needs to be said and done
Is out there, in the world
And it exists

I wonder if she
Thinks about this
As much as I do?
Herself being
Of course
Who she is
It's possible
That she does
Just as I do

Shadows dance across the collar
A striking contrast above the eyes
And there beneath the pavement lies
Where the contors whip and flee
Where the hollow outlines always try
And run and hide

I do not need a flowing river
Or a mane of branches whispering to me in the morning dew
No
I need only the last the sunlit rays of day
The final sight to be seen
And though you say it does not
Being there certainly does make the rain smell more true

No soulmate exists
For a man such as this
No soulful hands grasping to find

For as long as such choice
Has been given unto us
Noone trusts souls enough ere to find

Orbital sending
Flying peregrines sailing
On the winds of wish
And beneath the clouds of hope
Your laces catch the air fine

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

A minds way is but a clouded fog...
When you let yourself lose self in full.

When no path is left to be tread at all...
A right way in past is awaiting you.

Green leaves over water
Fear no Fall from Autumn graces
They embrace it

No rain has left my eyes like this
For many present days

No water puddling beneath
No need for mist

But today...
Today one raindrop fell to my right

And for the life of me
I couldn't wish it away

Time says
"Love me and I will love you back, want me more and more"
And I, find less and less of those things within time to adore

A more simple man builds a more complex house
But as for me and myself, I find
That I will never be content with myself
With my motives and mind
I am ever at odds with the person who I couldn’t be
That is why I will always try

The greatest secret
Allowed to survive in this place
Is that this place is hers
And that I am here
Next to her own