The hollow sound of heavy rain
As it beats upon an empty chest
No leaves to tear or lives to end
There is only rain
And storms unrest

Darker than the shade beneath the heavy trees on a moonless night
So my heart has been when my companion is thee
For we are more different than the sun and the stars
Than the earth and mars
Never to be crossed but ever cross at the universe
For placing us this far apart
You throw me underneath the evergreens
Like the very shade of which you sing
Dark as the midnight hour and cold as the dawn of each new morn
Where not a glimmer of hope has a chance to stay
This is why we both must find another way
To tear ourselves apart from the sky
And to rotate the distance and turn away
Hence why the sunlight and the shade are not the same
For they are the inverse and the opposite
As you and I are night and day

If the blindingly cold winters of the north, could say just one thing to her in part.
It would be that she, a southern belle, knew not of the warmth of this gentleman's heart.

After so many words have passed my lips
After being so warm
Like fire on the edge of my fingertips

I amazed by what I find
Both within me and within this
My seemingly same old somber mind

Because all of a sudden
The same old feelings
And the same old wooden stirring stick
Have broken into a dozen pieces
And suddenly I am settling in
After weeks of feeling uncommonly mixed

This is a different side of me and yet the same
With a broken stick cast at my feet

How I want to share
Because it reminds me
Exactly how I would like to be
But to be like this forever and always
To be locked in this form exclusively
Would be nothing short of torturous for me

So I’ll search for new words with this month
And try and find a way to stretch
The same old somber sayings which
Always seem to bunch up in my mind

So I’ll search along the wall of time
From here until the very end
Until I find the truth within
Where his words begin
And my words end

For only his words are perfect and kind
And enough to restore my peace of mind

Emptiness
Is having held once before
And having time alone
Say no more

Holding For You

Writing is catching every firefly in the meadow, and holding them all perfectly without holding any at all.

When you first meet someone
And they meet you
Looking to see all within
A vacuum is created
Your first touch a new universe found
With colorful smoke inhaled, contained
And your newfound faith and willingness to be
Exceeds anything felt before that first breath shared
Before and after
We and me

All my favorite
Coffee shops
Closed at noon
The only problem
Is that I
Only open up
Soon after that

Holiday Coffee crew

You dust the cobwebs
Dawn the attic
Wear the house like a flared dress
So that I can see the not so bitter end
How our world would end

And I’ll pull the nails of our old lives out
One by one until all around  
Fall the remnants of these former towns

Building homes amidst adventures is not how

Even houses have their own natural homes
The quite corners adjacent to trees
Where their plots were mean to be

When I jump
And finally leave behind
This old Earth's atmospheric mind
It will not be to orbit any one or thing
No
Instead when I leave it all behind
It will be for the clearest of visions
Well communicated in kind
It will be for the truest tidal wave of being
That I leave my only I behind

I cast no stone but the honest truth.
That hypocrisy runs in all of our veins.
Around the inner workings of man.
Yet its our own perception of things which pollutes the mission, the vision, the application.
Blacken my eye and ****** my nose.
What will I do?
What can I do?
When I'm not a stone am I with you?

Bricks cry your shy name
With tearlessly hopeful eyes
Ceiling tiles wooden floors
How they hang unpon your every word
Hooked are they
On the frame of this room
And on you as am I

I hope so now, more than ever, forever
That you will see my face in the quiet uninhabited corners
And when you hear this song
May you always
Remember

Sometimes I ... want to keep you, still. to stop the earth from breathing, the seas from braking, and its foam from reaching his conscious shores. sometimes aligned the night wishes, upon us, itself not to end. and the dawn away from us. because love is love, and heaven is held, here as far away from your thoughts as hell. sometimes I find ... that I just want more, and more of us as well.

Miranda
I will tarry here
For a little while left in hope
Until honesty grips me by the shoulder blades
And bades me back
To walk the lengthy line alone
For a little bit longer
For a while, I go

In the sky, a star hovers, while another passes by

The unheard sound
Like a song stretched out
Over the many sunrises spent
Beneath silken vine and canopy tent
Forever is a very long time left to see
But this sound still unenduring
Is the most beautiful thing
To be heard of and by me

Wood takes years to sink
As sap turns slow to stone over time
Unknown highs
The kind which are not easier seen
But are known to the sky as common sights
Be it high or low expectations abound

It is harder still than all of these trees
More fermented than
To love someone for who they are
And not what you think of them
Or what you expect them to do
(For someone else the likes you)

Some days my heart feels heavy with it
The distant want
The growing fear

The way it is but will not stay
For the remainder of these
More youthful days

My heart is this
Alone
But not at last

Instead how it wanders
Through fields of idealism
And lets you pass

With every conscious moment
In this
How I dream of you and let you pass

Somedays I hate the way my own body heat, collects and is in entrapped within. In the arms of wind I nowtimes wish, that I could relax again and just for a moment be. Truly, cool and light, airy and free.

Standing on my windowsill
Your breakfast blend the only name on my lips
How I wash my exponential coffee cup
With cold rain water
Just to splash me down
As it falls to the ground
Rolling off that fated roof, and feeling amiss
For that is that, and this is this

On days like this, I wish she were here. I wish she was already asleep in my bed.

I wish that my sheets smelled more like her hair, and less like the mess that I left there instead.

How I wish, and I wish, like the stars she'd appear, every night, before my eyes, burning crystalline clear.

How I wish and I wish for our future my dear, for a setting in which we would ever draw near.

Yet alone every night only my voice I hear. As I question myself, have I've become what I feared?

Until dusk meets the dawn, wisper words in my ear. Say I miss you my darling, say I miss you my dear.

I do not worship nothing
Because it's the opposite of something
Instead I find only slight praise in those moments
When a quiet something new emerges
From what I perceive to be
But probably isn't
Nothing at all

When I work I work
What I say I say
What I do I do
And unlike you
When I must work
I work ahead at what I said I would do

Declarative me, saying what I was
With a question inbetween

Feeling better as if I'd breathed again
In the quiet stillness of unthinking

In such words I lose myself for a min
Until hours catch up and overtake me

As if questioning what I was and then
Sets me free to begin and be

This is how I tend to write and then
This is why, it's is not, and for me

You can lay out the road before them
Paint skies
Crush nights rock into glasses
Grow forests in days of young
And refuse to drink the seas before their very eyes
You can do all this
(in a few days)
But only they can decide to walk

I love the silence
I love the echo
The hum of distant motor cars
The shadow off of mountain fog
Which flows down to valleys down below

I love the quiet feeling felt
The warmth of soul most well be known
Like water from a faucet warm
I rub my hands in anticipation
Of being left in the quiet alone

A dog grins
Knowing he was once a wolf
And one day he will be again

The daughter of the moon and I
Fell from the stars
And crashed into a lonely lake
Where she would spend all of her days
Forsaking all others
Except for this
The wielder of the sword to be
To rule the world
By his own outstretched hand

Never forget
Though you will
That you are a mountain
Formed by two forces
Meant to last
Slowly moving
Clearly never
*BUT NEVER STILL

Green
Growing
Not like the heart
Red with eternity
Ever slowing
Dying slowly
Like the sun
Is the knowingness
Of the dead leaves
Be near to me
Be evergreen
Growing
*Knowing
Thinking of these

The ocean
Crashing rolling in the deep
Turning stones slowly felt to sand
Beneath the feet, and yet

No one can tame the tidal crash
Where the waterways collapse and meet

Though many have tried
How the waves of time wash over us all
In the shallow end of this single life

Because regardless of fear, or the deep
So the morning tide will ever subside
And yet never live to see the setting sun

Just as the castles of our yesterday will be swept away
By the water pulling at our feet

So the ocean will always crash and roll
With a gentleness and honest swell
Resting calmly in-between
Each wave

You speak of stars
As if on first name
No closer you are to me

Yet I am in my own atmosphere
Just waiting to breathe
And fill my lungs with thee

Forget, no don't
The memory in mind
Of when tingling spines aligned

No starlight impedes
Be it out of reach
How your words once made me shine

All I really do is stumble and walk
Kicking stones, picking rocks, skipping thoughts