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

Everyone believes in something

That they are the one
That they are someone
That they are nobody

Everyone believes in something

A strong person
Although possibly repetitious
Is never the same
As the person they were
Before they became
Their current self
Because strength is change
And change is strength
In the arms of regular growth and application

And suddenly with bass
The speakers explode in an old home
Like a storm blown over a country complete
As all the inhabitants of this one mind know
That this song is new
And while it glows with coals turned blue
It will newly be here on repeat

Would you hold my crown every night?
Polish me until I shine?
Endlessly
Until we can see
The reflective wish in the others mind
Would you polish me all night?

Are thoughts all the happier
When they think they're thought?
Or tucked away in a book pressed flat
And stored away for another day?
I think not
At least speaking for myself and for my own thoughts
They are quite demanding, unfolding
And unwilling to thought of as naught

I could euphorically find and dive into a pleasure yet know by this good man, goodnight. But I won't.  

I could buy myself tastefully, everything I could ever want in this life, and be perfectly lost for but a second. I know.

I could kindle an old flame, stoking it bright, though all that would do is just burn us both.

I could go out, be seen, eat my fill or hide. And in pretending so know that no one else does.

I could try every old well-known thing under the sky and be unimpressed. I think.

Because the only thing that turns "I" away and doesn't circle back to "Me" is belief. Just belief.

Listening waters
Breathe and flow as breath being
Chest heaving under
Sound of streams and rocks smoothing
Over current ears which hear

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

I suspect that I also am your old drug as well
It's just that you're clean
And ever cleaner than me
I suspect that's what commitment does to people
It keeps them clean
As clean as can be

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

There is no dark side of a star
Only hydrogen and heat
Careening forward and beyond
The bitter cold of knowing

Unaware of the reality of fall
Unpersuaded by all
Afraid of nothing that has been
We are not falling stars, my friend

No we are not

Perspective is perspective based
As it takes no magnifying glass to find
That there are hidden worlds all around you to be found
Long lasting and prior existing
With Windows tall, and short, and high
If you'd only take the time to see them
And open your eyes
There's no telling what world next you'll be wandering through
Just to leave behind

Slashing orrs
in the water
beneath the Moors
and bitter limestone tombs

Crashing waves
run smooth beneath
the ruptured wood
for a second or two

When all around
is breaking chaos
in the land of turning
there is no room

For fear of breath
this watery beneath
for the moments chest
to beat the gloom

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

(Of Me)

I have my eyes
My tested heart
And know not where else to find what flies
Beneath such Carnelian skies as these

An Easterling I’ve been all my life
Lost within memory until such days arrived

So I asked my God the other day
What should keep me here
Ought to make me say?

And I prayed he’d open up my eyes, be seen
My ears intent on what could be
No more than the simple rustling leaves

And then like an opal
There nestled within the rolling green  
Your words spoke in whispers like the hemlock trees

(To You)

And now, say not a word at present, please
My distant friend
If you are joyful and in sated bliss without me

Full of heart and with brimming mind
Contented with this newfound sky

But again, if you ever you find yourself free
Ever at ease
Devoid of attachment, soul, or being
Your essence adrift like the sun each morning
Before your first cold step into the dawn anew, then please

Don’t wait for the newborn leaves to color
Don’t search for the old lines in rearrangement to be  
Don’t wait for a second without such a thought
Since the one still waiting, is me

Be it regardless in passing
I wish you more than just well
More than a sunset sound to be quelled

Would you please be as well
And I will also

(Me)

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

I fell from the sky
Ages ago
And that is why I like the rain
Because it reminds
And disguises that I, am not home again
Because when it rains
I can smell the clouds
I can even pretend
That I’m living in the sky again

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

Learning to be selfish
Unlearning how to think
Aware of the ocean bottom fear
I am not
But still in my mind
And steady my will
Lord strengthen my prayer
My resolve
My being

breathing out your resonance
like a memory smoke
or a clouded day
...
brings a sunlight smile, wide as the sky
for me at least
for you slow me no more
..
but reverb me still
in memories now uncombined
.

We are all beings alike
And of opposite nature

Like wood and sand paper
Like true grit and true lies

We are distant and on top of
Each one another as neighbors

And to judge a persons beliefs
Is the epitome of crime

With a nice bow wrapped up
So that we all can understand

(Who the real villain is)

When in truth we fall, all as one, aligned
For we are human beings of the most unkind

I can hear
As it (comes)
With a distant approach
And a whisper which mingles
With treeward sounds

The rain (which gives)
Unabashedly as it pours
It summer heart out
Over and down
On us

It approach, quiet

Quiet lips
I want to kiss
More than any girl right now
I miss
The silent whispers in the trees
The quiet hour on the back of the moon
And my ears full of you
Miss nothingness
How your quiet lips find only words
And thoughts within
To manifest
How I miss you now like I’ve missed my room
And the space within
To acquiesce

Don't hate the snow
Or the cold of life
  A breath is still your choice to breathe
And if you wanted to (so badly)
Noone is stopping you (but you)
  Maybe you should leave

My feet a mass of broken blisters
My mind quieter than the sleeping trees
A thousand fireflies ignite in front of me
And I dance beneath a joyous clouded sea
Because I have forgotten the old me
I have forgotten the old me

Sit
Remove all cares
---------------------
Cut free the ties
Of prior strings
The jagged becoming of nothing
Which you were
---------------------
Becoming more
Of everything
Of all that is right
And just of being
Straight and narrow
Clean and keen
In this nothing chair
---------------------
Sit
Breathe again
The breath of escape
And cut my hair

Dark hole star
Carved without knowing into the corner of my heart
With an appetite for bloom in it's glorious range
For apples, for trees
For meadows, for plains
As it is for the seasons prior desire
It is that which you want
As your taste requires

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

I bought him a drink
But not that kind
Unable to grant answers in any amount
All I could offer him was this
The most basic human commodity
And I did
I offered him time