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

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

Old stories have ever burned
Even in the deepest, darkest, winters of my heart
As they are renewed with every new year
And rewritten in the memory of every new spring

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

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

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

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.

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

Look at me in turn
And see only this second
Passing eyes meet

Put my ghost to bed already.
It's half past two
and we
are neither of us, young.

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

I can see it
Clear as night

The future as it breathes
Life as it could be

And I, am I
In all of my unbeing

Have nowhere left to search
Or find, even

I am at odds with what I ought to be

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

Hesitant to move
Or in part become fulfilled
Lest I be caught still

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

This is me letting go...falling slowly from the cliff of selfish desire, into the cool and clearness of the conscience below.

Of you and my desire for you...this is me letting go.

At the bottom of every cup
Their is either
Acceptance or ignorance
Loss or desire
For more or less knowing
There is thirst in every human throat
For the drink of mind which will return
For some a nothing ounce
For others all which the senses can possibly remeber and inspire
With fire, and water, and heart to beat
No drink lasts by drink
Or by slow plastic perspire

Open my mouth to raindrop thoughts
Forget to breathe the breath of life
And I forgot
As I tried to consume the sky again
For not

Your raven hair
A recollection now
Like the memory flown before your own

In the storm-lands flat as gasping chest
Your ghost was static on my fingertips
A whirlwind in my inland mind

How your wingless thoughts and seamless ways
Taught me to fly
On that fateless day

Never again will you look down
There is only upward and onward to see

No more the feel of your stomach a flutter
Your eyes set afire and the shale beneath your feet

Oh yes, you jumped before this miserable me
But then again my friend

Any day I can fall from the cliff just like you
But never again can you choose your decent like me

With that same young moon smiling down
At that which was never this separated us
With a smile alive, I'm not surprised
As my prayer was granted
Though I'll never forget the sly expression
Just below and beside my own eyes

How quickly we confer
Judgment upon those people
Who are not ourselves

Whole people
Like whole oceans and mountain ranges

Broken people
Just like ourselves

Who are we to judge and to bestow
Such hasty blows  
Upon such people

My mind is flint
My tongue the tinder
A spark that is
Just let me die

These were the passing thoughts of mine

Through the trees it peeks
Like a breath of Fall
Caressing the mirror of Summers last look
Holding the eyes of all
Of the passers by
Who happen to look
And luckily happen not to catch cold
At the very sight of miss Summer
Growing ever older between two trees

Though my hopes
My wishes
And my prayers
May change

With each
New season
Of remind

My spirit
And my smile
Will always remain
Constant
And the same

Sleep is to unlife
More than being is for some
Merely escapeism