The smell of skin
Alabaster
Mixed with deep breaths in the dark

As quiet minds
Slowly unwind
And let go of the thoughts inside
Like shooting stars
We fall in line
Most quietly here side by side

Within this bed
All that could've been said
Has faded like the setting sun
At least until the morning comes
Until you smell the coffee
And hear the distant purring hum
Of the ceiling fan
Let your heart beat slow until we speak again

Because there is no safer place
No secluded cabin or basin by a mountain face

There is only you
And there is only me
And the edges of what cannot be seen

Like the trust we keep in each other
So completed
Which results in an expert exclusivity

So you know that when I say I can
I mean thay I will indefinitely
As you know that you could for me

Because no other eyes can see
The certain way the palmtrees sway
Longingly beside the sea

So if you ever desire to sleep
While lying right here next to me

I wouldn't mind such a memory
In fact I'd cherish it, hold onto it
And try my best to forever keep
The essence of your tiny feet
As they passed by my awkward knees

Provided you don't mind my skin
Or the smell of my cologne which I always keep
For as surly as the sun will peak
Near by my side is where you'd be

And slowly as you succumb to sleep
And drift into a pleasant dream
I'd close my eyes and be at peace
Just knowing you were next to me

There in the dark
Where our deep breaths meet
Is where I hope you'd fall asleep

As summer leaves leap
Out of trees and river mouths
Broken stars reign down
Like a tripping set of stairs
Out of saturated clouds

And suddenly
It is

Like the twisting snow or shifting rain
Out of nowhere falling
And on you in a new way
As if you are waking for the first time in another bed of life
From a dream which your former self must've intended to stay

Awake and suddenly
You are

You can set up all the pins
Set aside all the time in the world to try
And still fail at being
And in that failure of self
Be
And it's alright

No bird without falling ever first learned to fly
And so will you
With word

If I were but a falling leaf, I wouldn't care for anything.

My life would be played out on the breeze, and falling short would not be such a shame.

If I were but a falling leaf.

I'd leave my parents lengthy tree, and fall to the ground, yes I would leave.

And during the fall I would flutter with glee, as I descended down, and just before I hit the earth, I'd look up to the sky and see.

If I were but a falling leaf.

I would mold my edges to catch the wind, and drift upon the gusts of change, most happily.

If I were but a fallen leaf.

I would greet the Earth upon the ground, and curl my corners to the sky, to soak the rain and drink so deep.

If I were but an autumn leaf.

The sound of the wind would not mean change. But that another journey has just begun, and that I and the journey are one and the same.

If I were to fall like an Autumn leaf.
I hope that I would be the same.

My voice is in the falling rain
A crashing rolling weeping realm
My song of storms proudly proclaims
These clouded skies are falling down

Back to the earth from whence they came
A moist collection careening down
To crash into the waterways
And sing my song clear and aloud

Into your ears I whisper rain
And share my secrets so profound
As droplets cleanse the concrete stains
They sweep away the sorrow sounds

So here I sits by window panes
To smell the sky and taste the clouds
Though thunder rolls and storms berates
My song remains like falling sounds

I would wish fame
Upon a friend turned enemy
If only so that one day
They would walk back into town
And find
The one true me waiting to hear
All about it

These trees are older than myself
And only half of them see the sun
As it sets beyond the distant ground
They're taller than me and I am tall
They've been reaching for the sky for far too long
Long before I could even crawl
My only brother's are these trees
And yet I've never acknowledge them as they are
As tall and faithful
As my slowly falling family
The kind of trees which stand to be
Such are these looming trees to me

Let the fat cat, from the alley back, in philly ****. And scatter all of the mice and men, who dare and defy the logic that, his impact, is in fact, where it's at.

On quiet little corners turned
And freshly folded blackened ink
Beneath pillows raspy, hands left grasping
And above all thoughts which were recently freed

There are pages stating and there is change
As there is fire waiting for the freedom to be

Pleasnt quiet little corners turned
Burn
Though you once had held a candle to me

Fear is not more costly than loss
And in finding that we cannot fly
Half so well as we like to think about
Let alone try
It is the grounded meaning and by which
That we learn of the proportioned sky above

Fear no
Being
Or lack
Of existence
Un

For you were
Meant to be
Exactly as
You have been
Thus far

Undone

More ups and downs
Highs and lows
Ins and outs
All around
With thoughts abound which fall like snow to melting grounds
Citizens Cope play me out
Because knocking me sideways is what this life is all about

Waves, cutting snow, soaring star beams incomplete
From the ocean lows to the burning hot asphalt sharp beneath
And in running these risers with both fire and ferocity shown
Burn brighter than moons and more fervently than fires
Over a misty river breath breathed out all at once alone
Just as rings of power are now deadened by time
I cannot even begin to describe
These feelings of mine

Quicker than the blink of a Firefly
Brighter than the summer days and nights
Quieter than a Brook trouts breath
And more beautiful than the gradient sky
Are the words which I've yet to hear from you
But look forward to
Most fervently

When day becomes night and night becomes day
And the woods are silent with seeping snow
Heavy on the branches, you'll know
The feeling of hot and cold
And the fever which drains your time away
Which you'll never get back
The old, the cold

It's easy to be most confident
When the action is present
When the purpose is known
But give yourself nothing but time to see
Nothing but quite days of drifting snow
And there in the waiting you will find
That the precious thing which you wanted most
Was just another line of string
In a wrapped up life slowly being unrolled

WANT is such a fickle thing
Worth no more than prior words
Spent unwisely in the spinning of a slot machine

Cash out while you can?
Better instead, to not play with that which you do not believe

Better yet, indeed

When spirits are roused
Minds set afire
And dust sent flying by the awakened feet
Hands aching for action
Not just for resistance or victory
Not for power or blood
Nor for conquest or feast
No, such hunger growls due to the inaction of man
From the settling sunlit rays of dust
From the empty corridors
From rememberance of fire being felt beneath the feet

Stop picturing yourself
As happier somewhere else
And focus on finding
The most joyous you
In what is currently true

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

Doors close like conversations
Cold as attics below basements
So we are an abandoned home
Until I light a candle and rekindle
Always me

No soulmate exists
For a man such as this
No soulful hands grasping to find

For as long as such choice
Has been given unto us
Noone trusts souls enough ere to find

Cast out the mind
Of the thinking self
Splash and reel
In the quietest version of life

As Fitzwilliam was
And said
Now I've only to be ashamed of what my own have been

I am not a great man
By any means
But I am
One of the many
Known as Me
A simple complexity
Far from deity
A human
Being
Me

Lifted up from an ocean death
You breathed into my chest a breath
And gave me fire from the sun to glow
Thunder in the ears of me
And lightning bolts to throw

By my own hand, self-oblivion comes.
By my own mind, undone or wound.
By a question asked, all is lost of found.
By opinion shared, around.

As snow descends unto the earth
With a calming, soothing, effortless ease

So you my friend should be like the snow
And settle the horizon beyond the trees

No snowflake was ever meant to last
Or to live to see the newborn leaves

For we are uniquely designed by God
As unique and beautiful as these

Large snow
Flaking and falling
Like eye lashes
Eww

Every time
I think that I’m really though with you

I laugh at the irony
Exclaim, but not in exuberance
My heart races, only to fade

And a headache follows
With my realized mistake

Every
Single
Time

Why do I look?

Missing the spark of your flash in the pan
The blinding seering light most quick
I miss
Not the way I'd behave when things would go amiss
No
I miss the fog of war
The flashing flay
And the feeling of victory
That most ignorant bliss
The spark
The flash
The flay is what I miss

I grasp for such words
On tempered wires perched like birds
But they fly away

I knew that I was not a bird
I knew it when I fell and I
A wingless thing
An ageless life
Angelless on this ended line
Known to me no bird was I
Long before I couldn't fly

On this tabletop we sit, soaking bodies weighted down.

Overturning back and forth, arm in arm, alone in town.

Rushing water pouring in and spinning round, pounding down.

Inside of this house and out. Turmoil rises up, and gathers all around.

Listen to the hallways hum, and hear the words escape my mouth.

Like a song you sing aloud, speaking of a hiding place where you belong.

Echoing, my old guitar is crying out.

Asking if within the flood we ever will at last be found?

Yet Towards Winter
We are drawn in surreal
Running South away
Our feet acknowledging that
Which we fear the most alone

Some flowers wither
Others bloom better
Far away from the garden of perpetual care
The father, the mother
The assaulting, influential weather

Of all the flowers a bee could breathe
And visit in secret
Without nest or nectar knowing
You all the opposite of calm and to be expected
Smell sweetly dulcet and intoxicating
Being ever drawn back like a buzz
As only you could ever be