Eventually you'll find
That after every doubt and waining fear
Has been stripped away
That time is all and good for your soul
And that jazz is just good coffee for your ears

pressure is a coin to pass
between train and screaming tracks beneath
with the force of fiction and heat pressed between
so it is in my soul when you are near and unknowingly dear
to me - passing by in fast

There are days when love is deeper than oceans
Running faster than faucet rivers at a head
And rolling quicker than wheels over hills and sleds through snowy dales intact

And then slower days of not (in love) arrive
With a scorching sun that never sets
And a chilling mournful eye in the night sky

My guess is that
In love we are tides
Simply unaware of our own comings and goings

How we ebb and flow until we die
In love

A canvas is a conscious thing
Which holds no lies but hands with truth
Just try and hide from a single strike
A single stroke of brush to be
Once there it will never be without again
Once aware you'll never unsee the colors again
This is the nature of paint
Or at least one of its many mothers
See?

Does a snowfall wait for a summers embrace?
No.
Do they ever meet?
Also no, sadly.

Ghostly shadows are consumed in little bites by winter's snow. Sparking alive in moonlight gleam, without so much as a firey wave. But moreso gentle with watery winds which blow.

No place to hide beneath root and stem. No aching hand without feelings felt, in the heart of it all where such steadiness flows.

Without single eyelash out of place, it remains in time and simple sight, the center of this most orbital glow.

And globe.

Its shoulders back
And back bent
Until time breaks will
And perpectives are know

It is more than talk
Or act or deed alone
It is more than anything
Which could ever be

It is trust and in trust
It is faith within hope
It is family over honor
Facing known and unknown

And in due time
It is the requirement
That both father and son are willing
To let go

When conversations grow darker than night skies cold. And the tree leaves on the breeze fail to whisper the truth. What happens then, after Summer, so far away from the Springtime of youth? I don't know, but ergo Autumn. And with this quote end. Just as the rocks below look up to the sky above. Marylan spoke my mind in synonym that day, and so I'm through with love.

Walk under the stars
Wake under the sun
Swim under the water
And play beneath your someone

Smile when the crows gather
And laugh at crowds who call you anything
Because you are not that-which is in chains
But as free as all of these things are above

If you knew me, you'd know
And in such feelings be felt
More than a stranger passing by
More than a simple smile
Or an almost unexpected sound

In the real you would live
And out with expectations you'd breathe
Until your lungs were filled
With more than just speculation
And your thoughts were more honestly bound
(By such realism) and no longer free

And if I began wandered here less around
Without the knowing's of so
And in my mind decidedly worried less
And started more committing to find
There's no knowing where or here or when
Our future together would commence to go

All I know is that this and in this way
(Towards the sky)
We must both more than wish in order to grow

But then again, if you knew me …
You'd know

I want to burn every day
Like the sunlight in August until the end
When the October sky says no more to time
And the earth stands still as I know it in holding will

Until that day arrives
I want this burning in my life

Jazz I love
perfect sidewalks, like
but you are the epitome of life
in a daily stride walking there beside

I could
certainly

Lead me not to a circus
Through rings and browning trails unkept
Unaddressed by rain and rain soaked oaks

To a place where the spiderwebs could never grow
And the sunlight never weave with such seepings ease

For as long I've stood and ever known
That my feet want more of this compelling cushion beneath
And my mind it softens sight at the corners of my eyes
Just to try and better see  
Within

No woods compare to there which has been
And thus you cannot be standing beside
Unless you have such seen
Alive

In the stillness of this Penn resides the bittersweet
And the mossy trail to be left behind
Not the least of which considers me
One of it's kind

I am

Frightful in the Catskills
   There is fearless my heart beating
Long and slow
   In leather strips and sacred meadows
With berries past and present, stew
   And heavy dew mornings on the eyes
   These sunlit mists which often persist
Making heads turn with every thought to sway  
   Dear mountain dream
   From which I always awake
   Cold and alone in a neighboring state
Please don't take your love away

New York Has The Best Mountains

If you ever loaned your eyes
To where such words have been leading these thoughts of mine
Ever sacrificed a second for this side of my discovery
Then
I just want to say THANK YOU
Dearest unco stranger of you
For witnessing this revision of me
Yes, please
(:

Nothing demotivates the soul
Like safety
Keeping you from the wind beneath your feet
The wings beneath your shoulders felt
Just as weeds, the weeds, grow ever still
In their moving way they never break
And our human plot of life is to take
Our hands to the earth in constant misery
Knowing that all things will grow
Both around us and through
All things inevitably will come due

And the earth will continue on, probably long after me
Spinning

Like New York streets
Colarado peaks
And Canada winters blowing slowl

Until ash ignites
And in three days burns
Like a weekend turning
Until humanity is warmed to the bone

And so in seeing these how we often speak
Of pondering that which we do not know
But wish to of known for our future parts
And of a whole we hope to learn
A little more of sights once let go

No memory ever endures

It's sanded pine
Near endless time
And summers spent on nothing at all
An investment there in the gracious fade
Of seasons without age
And a blending of being
In with the trees which seek to cover all

And so it remains in my memory min
And in the ambitiousness of man
Which knowins no end
And so its been it's been
Until the circle if we begins again

Youth is forever to be desired

And fleeting and admired

And pitied and constructed

Into something more or less

No not so much



Youth is imperfectly young and lovely

Stupid and whole in its incompleteness lost

Just as downwardness is down

And skylight heat tries to rise


Youth is only you

So long as the youth

Within you

Is alive

I pulled out a tiny little cathexis stick
and toasted the sky with your words of gray
until they bubbled in brown
and could breathe sweet again
having been sent home
to heaven where they belong

Yours were never mine to keep

After gravity fades
And the crowds die away
And all that's left is me
And I'm finally free
Not to sleep, or be scared, or be anything
But me
When I write like this right
For just a moment
I am free
And for an instant I feel
That there's no wrong in me

I am free

To be a star is to burn
Until the end of all trajectories
To be alone but never alone
Adjacent amongst the galaxies invert
Knowing you'll fall
Less because of being human
But moreso because nothing can inevitably burn
For forever in arc seconds time
To be a star is to burn

Like the dark cold which seeps
Through the base edges of the windowsill
Quietly and without self control
Or even the willingness to be instilled

So you seep through me like winters thaw
My bones alive with heat

And here with just the brushing glance where I thought I was safe
You seep

One day you'll walk
Though the same old door
Into a world unchanged
Only to discover the truth

That nothing is ever the same
That no second ever failed to fly
And that all is the essence of obvious
Even you