Behind every dusty picture frame
And written on every window pane
Within this empty house of mine
You will find
The quiet little secrets which I left inside
Before I moved back to the city
To a place where I needed to be
In order to continue my life of ease

A touch of gold caresses your hair
Yesterday's youthful exuberance
I cut a few locks from the world
And linger in your presence, still
Wishing only that you'd stay awhile
To bask in our mutual reverence

Falling is either a joke
Or just that
A fall

No tripping or catching
When you fall
You fall

When the air is cold, and the night is darkest, because the clouds refuse to let the stars shine.

When the quiet sound at last is heard, echoing atop the snow.

When there is a will within and a will for me.

To return to you, with words anew.

Because all of the quietness of the calming nights and winters resting urn, cannot separate you from my thoughts.

Regardless and above.

The stars still burn.

If you were here
I’d take the day
And you on a tour
I’d carve your name into the snow
Instead of hers
We’d rewrite history and revisit these
The songs which have yet to be sung
Together anew

Don’t frown
When death is all around my friends
Smile instead
Because all who are going have already gone
And all which held meaning
Was not necessarily meant for long
So smile in time spent within the song
Because you are part of the Ilúvatar
The grandest crescendo of creative sound
To which any one of us beings could've ever belonged or been found
Now harmonize by the light within
For you are the essence of those once gone
Stand still and sing your hearts first song

Time is focus
Focus is energy
Energy, mentality
And the mind is time
Unawares of me

This song is the sound
Reincarnate of love
Feels like to me
In the absence of be
And yet
This song is the sound
Of reincarnated love
Indeed

Have courage
In darkness
Only death
Can take away
Your every sense

Pencils pray not to be picked
Brushes roll away and hide
Conversations intentionally aim and miss
Ivory keys pretend not to be alive
The original concept grows wings on the wine
The original truth tries it's best to lie
And I am the one who is for want of all practice
Never let it be said that I never tried

You are sunlight alive for an instant
A clear reflection found
In the crystal spray off the gulf of Mexico

Your eyes cutting waves deep
Like rudder and hull

Your hair in the breeze
Like the rigging and sails alive

And you all a smile on starboard edge
Perched atop this blue world
You live and atop the cresting waves, fly

She was a sailor

Green
Growing
Not like the heart
Red with eternity
Ever slowing
Dying slowly
Like the sun
Is the knowingness
Of the dead leaves
Be near to me
Be evergreen
Growing
*Knowing
Thinking of these

No paint speaks for me
My favorite words fall utterly short
And I, no song could ever be you
And yet I can see you here
Before you are known
Before you exist in this world of mine
I can see you as if you were in present time
Just as if you were already mine

In the land of ForSure
It doesn’t matter who you were
How late you slept, or quietly wept
Midst walking storms
No, in such a place as these and this
The only present matter is willingness
To take the words of a fellow man
To tie your shoe with gentle care
And to RUN with it
Into the glorious dawn of a brand new day
Of a new you who isn’t afraid of sunlit truth
And divine ray
I say, step a little bit closer to your future today

My echo
My desire to be heard
Died long ago

In a notebook winding longer than the build before the great crescendo

And I noted in this
As a young man of old
As a conductor of sorts

Not attempting to refire all of the old songs turned cold
No
But rewriting them each for me alone
Indefinitely and until the long silence comes home

I'm a typical human
Looking into a fishbowl
Expecting to see an ocean

She is a portrait in my mind
A canvas of flesh and blood
With an ink stain upon her chest
Where her heart still beats steadily
He life turning like the ocean
Her eyes as stead as the water underneath
She is a portrait and yet a friend of me
And by the sea she will always be

Closet
Mirror
Candlestick
Creek in the floor
River in her eyes
Fear most definitely is this

Like a ripple...
Spreads the inner arrogant statements of self
Which you'd never tell someone else
Because even sounding them out sounds loud
But you believe in them still
In the quiet subconsciousness of self
Like the echoings of an inner cavern
There is something there
Because something that once cast shadows fell

I’ve let your echo
Ruminate and round
Bouncing
For far too long
And now
I breathe you out

The best is when the conscious mind
Focuses in on what it knows
On what it is
Never once considering what it means
To be that "something" for someone else

Simply looking around
Tells me enough about myself
To know that someone, someday
Will walk by my shelves in all of their glory
And smile at the mind in which I've built

One day a new energy burned in the sky
Bright as the sun beasts eyes
And just as strong as this wind engine of mine
And I could see it, finally
Though it had always been

When I jump
And finally leave behind
This old Earth's atmospheric mind
It will not be to orbit any one or thing
No
Instead when I leave it all behind
It will be for the clearest of visions
Well communicated in kind
It will be for the truest tidal wave of being
That I leave my only I behind

Searching for the truest of words
The quest of me
Is a sermon for an audience of one
Or two perhaps?
Maybe

You
Decide to start and never stop
And years later
When the memories of life pile up around you
Like the books beside a crowded shelf
You learn to be content with where you are
As compared to where you could be
Because fame is not to be desired
No, fame is to be pitied
Because you didn’t start for fame
And you didn’t continue for fame
And if you did you are a fool for fame
Because you became what you became
Because you already were
You

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

I’m afraid of walking down this road.
Terrified that one day I will not be able to go back and smell the flowers.
That all of the beautiful scenes of my youth will have passed.
And that I somehow did not designate enough time,
To hold them close, to see them clear, and somehow make them truly last.
I’m fearful of roads, because of that.
And I fear how quickly underneath my feet they seem to pass.
Created by these human hands, designated by men, and traveled by kings.
The fear of walking down such roads too quickly,
Is most definitely a haunting thing.

Careful we
Must always be
Not to isolate ourselves
Because the mind may think
That it's best to fall
From the reasons of former self
But prepared for such things
Inevitably
Lest we are not
Or never will
Be
Ready to concur the former self
To maximize you
Is to challenge through the eyes
Of me

The real question
Real struggle of life
Is how
You will live
With it

Like a paddle lean
Cut the water with yourself
And dig it deep as I have

That way you may not forget yourself
Within this tidal swirl
The wave of life and the currents underneath

An aged old man on his back
A newness strong as right in mind
With a single edge to unhinge the darkness past
Outlast the game in another pawn
Anoint the seed in the soil of life
And grow, beyond the treelines unpredicted height
Into the stars with fingertips aloft
To paint the newborn sky each night
Because with age comes, not only the will to pass, but the path
Made clearer still by the same daylight seen
As a bedridden old man in his own death scene
And we are but a glimmer in the ripplibg life of another's sight

No mountain range is worth the hike with you by side
Nor seat stays warm in conversive pace
Though it’s sad to see wasted such a pretty sunrise
Your particular light is not to my eyesight a pleasant taste

Licking the cider off my ice cubes
I'm in love with words
And the sights of you which I've yet to see

No monument of me be made
Or carving placed once I am gone
But please instead
Let my borrowed words be but a memory of mine
And if you should find yourself compelled by them
And must appreciate them based on a similarity of mind
Letit be done so, quickly, quietly, personally
Don't ***** out a single stanza in the name of me
Thank you
I'd appreciate it most greatly

Any word
That was ever written
For the sake of money
Is no longer sacred

Scathing with regret
Within the I'm mind

It's in due time
That you will find
Your forward self
Looking back on history

So that at least when writing
For youself

You earn a greater
Peace of mind
In keeping with your own kind

Writers block is a state of mind

Pour yourself out
Fill your cup
And caffeinate

Don't ****
But live the time

The expression you are as you say you are is not true if you actually are not as you say you are.

Space...
The only thing
Between these arms which ache.

Rain...
The only falling thing
In this loveless town.

Time...
Like every passing sight
Which was meant to be felt.

And pride...
For the only thing in your life
Worth tearing down.

These are the things always abound.