I can be a wave crashing upon your shore
But when the coastline shakes
And aches its back both towards and in, with force
That shakes me, moves my world

Comfort is the greatest killer
Of every dream and wish unborn
Be not afraid of end of days or of Sundays spent in mournings morn

Embrace, embrace
Walk calmly this
Over the living earth and lifeless breeze

Of this dominion, breathe
Out the nothingness
Discomfort you seek

You are a head turn in a crowded station
A mere reflection in a city bus passing by
You with your life embued and color renewed
Like New York after the fall of a subtle June
You are ever growing effortlessly grown
Like bridges and high wires in the sunlit sky
You are stretching and cleverly reaching
Whispering quietly with easy by traffic side
Peacekeeping being of elvish beating
And your heart the very least of things
By which I would wish you too described

No words do the essence of your summer justice
All around and within song
Blessed is the man who sees such beauty each morning
And where it secretly resides

It is right
And no wonder that I saw
And wrote you as starlight

Because I cannot touch you

And I need a loving vision
Alive and learning
And closely burning

Not at a distance
And for that, I'm not sorry

Sorry

Unfeeling, never
Full of feeling always and in being, have been
Don’t call another man by my name
Or think that I am, without sin
But the one thing which I know, and am
Is that and this, and the neither alone
That I’ll know when one-day heaven has come
And until then you’re my home

to hold your image (in my mind)
is more difficult than I could know,
or you, could even begin to search,
[let alone find]

to hold a hand (once not your own)
no self can lend a moments peace
when searching for a hold in stone
[a fragile piece]

a gift is not always to keep

mhmm...

Ashes and wind
Dust and sand
In quiet and wishes and yet to knows

Just as with a snowfall your nothing begins
And happens upon our truth by happenstance
It is with melting direction which we flow

Unseen until our steady decline has since passed us by
We are all rivers in the sense of I
Attempting to lead ourselves to an ocean somewhere far below

Makers will make
And create the most marvelous things
For their loved ones to enjoy
And for their own purposes purposed
To be found

But I do not make
Out of brick and stone
Out of mortar or meat or performance to the world of known

No

The worlds I create are within others
And through the stories of which
In their memories they
Will never be, or find themselves, alone

I build people
Not places

I am a sand sifter
A mountain top metal detector with quiet shoes
A fly caster
Comet thrower
And spitter of flames in deoxygenated rooms

I am time once sighted
Tree tops withering in the slow sun growth
And a mere stone’s throw away from diving into the waters called home

I am the feeling of being betwixt despair and hope
As if all true sand sifting shifters know
We just go, and by nights’ allure continually comb

And a comber kicks nothing without a rake

Though my hand my waiver
And my pen fall silent as smoke
For an age as long as the disenfranchised believer

So all fevers break
And to wellness, sky, and oceans turned gray
My mind will take

Just as my heartbeat knows no break
And my memories moreso ache
As the thousand stars burn

It's your turn
My friend

This thin and failing, streak of light
   lights up my face
And shows the yesterday memories
   to the door away
And I, am tired, writes itself
   across my face
   almost handsomely

Deep water found
In a wellspring of being
Would you be, and want
To be refreshed and renewed
Not as immortal songs
But as the sound of running water
On a washboard bed of stones
Turn over again
I, in sleeping here, next to you

the most human question in the ever, is not how ... but why?

From the height of my eyes
Scraping hair often spiked
And cloudy thoughts
Who’d of thought
That’d I’d wish to be seen
In such a ways as this
Be it always by you
Was the only hope
In me

Be found in this ache
In the stretching of limbs and
The yearning of trees
In my own growing pains I
Ache like the old wooden days

(Nature)

Love is a dance ... not a chase
And both partners need to step up
And do the ultimate about-face
And
Embrace

Sometimes you just have to sit there silently
Outside or near the tallest windows true
Just to let the light shine inward again
Just to find yourself feeling  
Once there alive in being
Through and through

Ensnaring eyes no more be seen
But the memory of you
This power over me
Since the first I see
In dreams

Heavy is nothing
This no weight being your graceful self
When defined and falling from the heavens felt
But am lost upon impact
And in these splashings all around
My head is awash in the ends of summer
With just these droplets of youall anew

A coach
Should be those
Who care about others
More than their own feelings
Be they of self or should be

They should care more about others
Because they already know themselves

Not the other way around

Waiting for a second set of eyes
Who sees the ocean as it is
In all of its terrifying grandeur and beauty
The colors this and dark abyss

Who sees the rolling waves of God alive
And sands of heated shoals to hold
I wait and look for these other eyes
For those who now also behold

Lost in a car ride roadside song
Joyous with praise in the halls of his days
Carried through the well-known words by unfamiliar ways found
And when I lay my head down
I am free
On earth

Where capable love - becomes compelled to try
And turns into "he acts"
Even when she is "intent on inaction"

There is no-one so capable - this nothing more senseless
Than the song upon deaf ears
Which falls in a beautiful hum, regardless

Because you made up your mind about me long time ago

A home
That is not something you buy
A home is someone you ask
A turn in the road of life
You try
Having better than taken alone
You build each other up

After all of the summers spent alone
The turning autumns approach
And the attempts at running through walls
(which would not give way)

It's by lakeside fires which glow and grow
In crackling sparks lifted up

And in finding no more found
This diminishing day, once ends

For no matter how hard I try
Or wish or pray
It's always you who I don't find
As I just can't seem to make you mine

Think of me
And wonder
Wink
Not to tell, or explain
Or affirm, or deny
No, none of those things apply
(to me)
I am instead, not what is or will be
That's not me
But what could've been
That is me
(not to be)

There is a warming hope
within the soul
above the heart
behind the mindful eyes of late
Foundational as it is warm
And kind as it is great
Nonreligious as I mean true
And simple as a childs love
You know that I'm referring to?
It's...