There is a life beyond life
a mere glimmer in the dark. And for me
it can be seen
(sometimes) in my 3 A.M. eyes.

There is a difference when
  A man writes to write
  When he is looking to be
  Or not

When he is drawn out slowly
  Or even enticed
  By similar thought

The difference wherein
  Be it seen or not
  Is available still in the smiling thee

In the unbiased quiet of wishing
  Of wells

And in the sky of an almost knowing singular hope
  Beneath wings of birds once free indeed
  Once driven from the land of having
  Or wandering into lost passages tall

Therewith burning fiery glowing alone
  You should know
  That he does speak his own tone

And if he gives you these
  Such seas and oceans of well known
  Then be pleased

For it is you who he then loves alone
  Most ardent and true
  In an earthy word song definitively long
  And in the thought of throng, it is you alight

For there is a difference when
  A man writes to write
  And when he doesn't, he is wrong

Today I sat down
Like an ocean full
And grabbed a pen to crash waves
Onto the shoreline of thought

Having done so - I'm free
Having done so -- I'm me

It's neither strong nor weak to be alone
Neither heroic nor cowardice, to try or to not
There are simply those who prefer the company of many songs
And those silent notes who do not

You're either in the path of the demon
Facing down the fear forthcoming
That or away you're running
And I am done with that
As a being forthcoming
About who I want
In this caution  
Of none
I will
Be

when darkness comes
with every closing day in eyes
and we must face, about-face
the restlessness of our untrusting lives
it's in arms and beds and promises
in which we hope to hold and sometimes find
a kindly, sorted, trusted self
a bed on which we all must lie

I want to love you
Polished girl
Who's grown from glamourus day of babe
But you
But you
Hold no substance of earth
No brains of your own
No truth to convey
You take what I give
You take
You take
Giving nothing of yourself
As empty beings, be
And by the way
You are not social in the least

Your sound here in ears
Is peaks and valleys out west
In this eastern world
Hear the Allegheny sky
I'm myself, a wishing song

I remember you    like my last breath
      Always
   And           Yet never
Fully aware

I love you more than anything me.
Wait for you like ocean tides knowing.
And speak with fire bright stars,
   where our hearts reside, burning.
In ever we will be togehter in
   this yearning.

Receding.

No ocean says, "I want to give way to a strong and crashing love." It doesn't have the time to burn and not churn. It has already landed on the shore, and back again.

Greet me by morning
Turn my back and walk away
By the end of each night returning
And with the dawn departure, again
You remain here even when I try and turn
You repeat your glances longingly and sway

You are my oak
And I am thankful

Don't tell me you were just a dream
That the skies you showed me were not bright
As dawn could eventually be.

And in growing day don't for a moment say
That our eyes were not brightened
By the sight of each other.

That our time was not spent wisely in
These discussions spanned
By the making of flowers grow again.

We power the world
We spin the tides
With just the understanding behind our different colored eyes.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
Now that my mind is certainly open wide
Like moons over the mountains high.

The ache is a wish — would you let me stay
Just to wallow in this mirrored time
For a little bit longer by each others side?

Time knows not it's own
Ticks and subtle sounding clicks
Which pass by like days
In the minds of men who know
That life as is exisits

(Time's Arrow)

Today is not a day for fear
For questioning doubt or considering guilt
Today, though just another day, draws near
And means more than you could ever count
Don't wait to make your impact today
Don't let yourself sit or be counted as out
Take time and focus with an energetic mix
And with confidence write your future out

A pen is meant to be seized, today

Waiting patiently. Hoping to catchup with the most honest time. The kind which chimes but doesn't turn, more than a second at a time. The kind which doesn't know how to lie, even when it's meant in kind. I see you now. I see you in goodbye. And I'm gladly rid of your hypocrisy. Nice try.

you can leave (and away) any ordinary day
but you can’t always come back and walk
down this particular way
again

If I knew, I'd know
And if I did, it would've already been - done

Your will is nothing
When I'm yet young and living
My own will-be done

For some people
Life just happens

They wake up next to their future and find
That they're already living it, already in it

And then there's me
And my ability to not even begin it

Is a horizon ever uneven, I ask?
Is a perfect wood floor free to fall?
Is a hope, a dream, a wish
The same old night sky different
Just viewed differently by all?

I ask the stars, I asked the moon
I'd ask the sun but it just beams
And smiles knowingly in stubbornness
Having viewed all such horizontal scenes
As completed unique

No sunset was ever meant to be, it just was

I am not lost
Just kicking dust

I am not of starlight
But I burn

And though I'm totally
Something worthy nothing

And growing most daily
Beneath the eyes of seeing

It's in the looking
And finding next to breathing

That of me
You will ultimately learn

Bigger things than self speak out
Constantly seeking an ear to hear
But are drowned out most by the selfish self

Heaven forbid we hear what we fear

A cloud is your salvation shown
People a drug
....
In the focus of your selfless self
What wonderful distraction, who?

In looking sees just above the trees
That all is white, and gray, and blue
...
Just out of reach and occasionally seen
There is no peace, even when alone

With occasional rain and blotted sun
Such light and bouncing white renewed
...
It's a constant reminder of what is above
And what beneath you cannot do

Catch me like the flickering waves
Which glisten and meld seamlessly
Into the horizontal sea out there
Where your memories stare back at you
And your unconscious being seeks to be

Catch me, my newfound find nearby
For I seek to live hetr in your eyes
For just a moment to be
And in your sight seen
I created you for me

Because the words are why
Just as these mine are me

Sometimes I write and describe just to see
If you will read

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I swear S O M E T I M E S that
   I'm the only one who see's the sun
   like an arrow dart
   erratically beyond the target of time
   and A R I S E into the sky of life

We all who miss (just high)

Dashing hopes on rocks below
Like running waters
- Wishes flow
So gently along
Like innermost thoughts
And outermost desires known
Flirtatious and smooth -
You float up to me
Like an ocean floor unglued
And you offer me depths
(Implied in tastes)
Of that which you do not yet know
As you are still just a meadow stream
And all you do over rocky shoals
Is flow

Who am I to say what I need
What color my feelings are painted today
On this time and dime turned
Like a coin thrown down
Who am I to say what I’m becoming now
?