Why is it so hard for me?
To imagine what I can be
To hope upon another day
But also stumbling pointlessly
My soul dissipating like wisps of smoke
Enchanted clouds alive elope
Maybe is this something of a joke



(Written by two friends and myself, just one line at a time)

I asked for you
For your hand to show
It's contoured mark it my life
For eternity
And now
Years later
Into the future we've found
Out the open truth in the air
Above smiling eyes and wide with joy
I laugh out loud
When you walk in again
And that maybe someday
Is suddenly now

Do you remember still?
I never forget.

Secretly - I sit
And by windows - wait
Knowing - being
Breathing - seeing
That the world - will not
But hoping that you - just might

In an ocean of adulthood
My head doesn't swim
It bobs and crashes in a flooded dream
Where I am not myself
Nor what I wish I could be

At sea

The willow strands fall gently down
And sway in unseen breezes felt
Such humming souls among the bees
In awe like stars, awash like waves
And beneath like clouded warmth about
They breathe their breath both in and out
The cooling trusting reflective earth
Which grows and grows beneath the feet
Around such mortal feelings felt
An embrace as such is heavens grace
I wish I want when we're without

war
once declared
turns out a deck to find
cut a pack fiercely into
and with the next flip missed
then another, and another, all aligned
discover that there are no more ladies left
to be found in such empty hands as these, no
here - there be only jokers left alive

You're a gleaming coin in a wishing fountain
A reflection of God to me

When feelings are a night sky
And the darkness is all around you found
Keeping out with little window lights
Your prerogative is even clearer now
Than to those around
As I am the night sky reincarnate

Bumped into your words the other day
In a distant mall of a shopping dream
A little desire, a lot of forget
And I was off again on a spree of me
Unthinking in regards to what you were actually saying
If and when again
And again

Put a river before me, dry
   I drink
   An insatiable sea I'll be

Set a star between myself and my sky
   And watch
   And wait
   And see (what I will be)

I'm not at sea
We're not at war
At all more happy about what's been
The ships which set sail over again
On the same old breath of tired wind

I'm a man inland
And as we once were here
So long ago before we stood
Watching the storm creep in
Sweeping softly over limestone cliffs

And with this I remember
Like the clear day fore Michaelmas
Before the storm sets in
When we were back then

Again

Dark clouds call my name

With an honest voice
And a unified pattern of pattering sounds
Which hum like rain
And crash upon my shoulders
In this slumping chair of arching down

I do not respond

Second chances come
Only open to those who
Arriving slowly
Choose the feeling calling rays
Of sunlit memories felt

When the fog finally breaks
    And the dayfever clears on bedded shoals

My heart of sunlight beats again
    Like a vibrant wire,
    Far stretched between out standing poles

There I am no longer on the sands of weighted cold
    I rest in heat, my heart it beats
    Like it did when the dawning days around
    Me were not quite so old

You cannot coax me back into a fever
    Let alone a dream of for you
    When all of these clear skies are calling me
    To see a new light find
    And within it hold

Neither fear nor memory
This face unfound
I am
Never was
Having since been freed
To find each other in this continual roam
I am all patched up and ever headed, awaiting, home

To put your thoughts to paper
And the flame to thought until it flies
Into ashes enbrace
Until it becomes the sky

Pointed hopes
Peirce skies above
And in colorful fallings
Reach the pinnacle of scope

We are seen most only when we glow

My eyes beneath a stage are they
Looking out into a world of audiences bewildered
With a curtain brow not bent but known
And a well lit masterpiece unwound
Like spool and floss and threaded thought
I will weave these words around and down
Until they fall like leaves in September air
And you can finally see what was never mine

Spin me around in the desert and see
If I'm upset by these
Dry surrounding beings

And the answer is this
As you trail kick the dust
And move away from me

So I shout out loud
In a fading barrage

"How can I be?!?!"
When there's just so much water and word
Following currents within me

I will not die when I'm like this
Let alone perspire

Hauntingly
Like a mist your guise
Each summer arrives
And suddenly rolls back home, in time
Through my brick laden, star studded
Slightly falling, downward town
Closing in on forward, your mystery chuff
Peeks and whispers back mere smiles
Miss Downs
And with a rolling, and a winding
Like a circus wheel turn sideling
Paddling ever through a waving sky of findings
I am here quiet and there sometime searching
Still in the direction of minding
With constant winding down this familiar lane
Of which your own haunting guise is ever hiding
Forever in your whispers, you are
Miss

"I never know if I should miss you or regret missing you"

Somedays my own
Headphones more than blue eyes
Want to sit you down
Turn on the song which turns me
And spin our eternity

(I want you, honey)

Ilsa didn't see the stars
She . was . the . sky
And held the starlight gently in her ever glistening eyes

Like after an avalanche
My earth
Settles not knowing what or who beneath
Got buried in the shuffled frenzy
In the quiet wonder of not knowing
During such painful morning ongoings

I am alive
But not so much at ease
With my own me this day

My heartache aches
In a streaking falling façade of a homeless soul about-face

Like ink dropped strains across a dripping chest
Revealing no tissue but the clouds and clouded paints

Like a comet dying in the atmospheric life of nothing
Tempting no one to look, but everyone under the sun to see

My hair above me and in moonlight come alive
At the electric touch of your skylight fingers

find me