Regret has no name
In a life well lived with lone
Expectations loud

A twist of cloud zest
Looking up into sky glass
Perhaps the earth drinks?

With an edge like brick
Not beautiful by any means

So curt you are
As spoiled milk

Yet I'm unturned
And therefor left

Alone to drink
In this uncomfortable way

You always remember the last time
Iconicized within your mind

Think back to when it was actually then
And you'll find it out over and over again

Like a slowing dance
With contented sigh
You can hear the fond memories rolling by
At a gradual pace

Be it in truth to pass
Or in feelings which last

There is the feeling of first
And the memory of last

Homeless is the bird which flies from tree to tree.
And so are we...
So are we...

Give me iron
And I'll give you structures

Give me thunder
And I'll give you storms

Give me raindrops falling on an empty beach
And I'll give you a song like never before

Give me one
And I'll give you all

Give me time
And I'll give you naught

Give me the knowledge of what your human heart desires
And I'll give you my every waking thought

Human as this practice may be or not
It is give and take between be taught

I'm SAD today
But don't ask WHY
It's about my PAST
Best let it DIE

Dreams are...
Like the stars
Unreachable but
Still embedded
Within existence

I pretend to know
How the universe and its infinite rivers
flow like dandelion fields alive
When really the only thing which bursts in me
is unknowing and being
in this reactive fall
And as the earth approaches fast below
I ask it why
And plead to fly
For myself no less to all

As Fitzwilliam was
And said
Now I've only to be ashamed of what my own have been

Pull me out of the threads
Like a ragdoll willing
Almost excited to climb the cotton mount
And fall with goose feathers down

Sacrifice a fruit on the alter of passion
But do not deny me this one little thing
This basic, simple, moment left
To let my head fall ever down

And when I wake from such a falling out
And my time spent surfing on goose feathers runs out
Would you bend the rules of time for me?
Would you unwind the clock with parts ferocity on the ground?

Because even if you must
I beg of you
I plead
Please don't make me wakeup to this morning now

Experiential and sensation
Mixed with a desire to connect
A wonder regarding where its going
And very much
The fear that I'll forget
Scribble, scribble, scrawl it quick
The moment turns like a television set
Onward with the next

Fog like mountain eyebrows, hovering above the area of Earth which splits between the snowy ground.

A train to steep the far side of the valley, and the other now filled with the exiting towns.

And I the traveler between the two heights. Wondering how and why this fog stays this way around.

The water with its honest breath
And the inevitability therein
Will always waiver with the tides
And bring such truth back to me
Like a tempest, with ebb, it begins

eyes as sharp as shining hooks
deeper oceans than wellsprings
of talking could ever be

so this hope is set onward
free into this prospective
sight whatever sea could be

The greatest trap of all for mankind
Is that of being and not being
And when there is no God
Not being begins to look awfully friendly

You are the restless morning
Breaking over dark horizons
Devoid of light

You see me through
And usher in the dawn
With glorious, knowing, radiant sight

You see me as I am
Not just how I live
And practice, play, at this impatient life

No you are more than nothing
Less than some
With all the coolness of this defeated night

Your seeing makes me bright

All of the superficial, super-******, similarities in the world...
Are not worth an ounce of misunderstanding.
Or two ounces of lifelong regret.

The stars
To me
Are so close
Tonight
That I forget
The distance
Of you

Streaming sunlight calls
New beginnings like a day
With existence old
And remembered fondly found
The familiar ways return

Why do we stare into the mirror?
Why do we turn away from a cosmic gaze?
Wanting crowns, but afraid of being kings?
But why?
Because we humans do not know the depth of things
Though we like to think we do

My desire for you
More than anything
Is that you'd be at peace beneath these eaves
That you could sleep more deeply than the sea
And dream, oh baby that you could dream
Of the distant starlight you can barely see
My desire for you
More than anything
Is that you'd be my most comfortable everything