Would you hold my crown every night?
Polish me until I shine?
Endlessly
Until we can see
The reflective wish in the others mind
Would you polish me all night?

Good scrambled eggs can find
More competency in hand
Than that within mind

Does the sunlight worry about its moonlight reflection?
When it cannot see stars either you or me?
No!
Because even in darkness it just sits back,
And with ice on its arm,
Breathes.

The stars
To me
Are so close
Tonight
That I forget
The distance
Of you

Like a forest breath
Breathe out with me
With a gentle hiss

As you cup your hands
Hear the hallow hall  
And the hushing kiss

Breathe out with me
Into wooded abyss
This breathy mist

Breathe out with me
Breathe out with me
This breathing Mist

Sometimes
All a man can do is
B R E A T H E

Be with the current
Atop the stream
And alive within the breeze

Sometimes
All a man can do is
B E

I’ve let your echo
Ruminate and round
Bouncing
For far too long
And now
I breathe you out

The midnight clouds
You will never see
Because they do not, cannot, exist until
Your small chest breathes
And beauty speaks itself into the unseen sky
While you sleep

If smiles were salutations then we've conversed a hundred times
Our paths always crossing briefly never seeking to intertwine
The mountain air calls out to us both to walk, to run and hide
And the words that seem to escape us both perplex me every time
As seasons change and years fly by the truth resonates inside
That despite our newfound friendship we will never cross the divide
The gap that separates two hearts but hinders not bright eyes

My anthem struck me like a chord
When a Willow tree become a whip

As a leaf I'd yet to be truly born
Into the confidence of another tune

It was The Killers first who slew my fear
Who called my snapping hand a whisp

With a firey, crackling, flailing hiss
My anthem, adrenaline, I'm in love with you

Hide and seek
With impossibility
As no such tired runs far enough away
To escape the eyes

It's the little things in life
Which can slowly crush the soul
The will to fight, the old desires
Ever changing and growing older

Be it in the misunderstanding
Or the mistreatment of others
Or the values to which you so preciously hold

I find its better to take the time
To reshape the clay
Rather than to let yourself be bothered
By the deconstruction of your most beloved mold

Inanimate
How much easier it would be, to be
Or so at least I like to think
When my mind runs away from the building of me
Like a brick I fall
Like a block I sink
Hopefully back into place
But if it's not for me
Would you tear me apart God brick by brick?
And build me as I was meant to be?

First word a dart
Second and third Lego parts
Pieced together until the bridge is built
Until the nothingness is captured in the still
And held there in midair
As you jump the mid embrace of somber quill
And I
The hand to hold it still

No words will ever say or stay
The chilling storm
The quiet calm
Or the persistent want which cannot be reached

No
Words can only bridge those gaps
Which wish to be bridged  

Because storms give way to rampant floods
Which wash away the builders hopes
When poorly built

In such instances as these
Words are not always the best way
To build and begin again

It's the familiar way those fingers play the same old song I sent you away to.
Because when I heard it for the first time I knew, that it was both appropriate and true.
Still to this day, its hard to say, that we stood and swayed a certain way.
But every time I hear this play, I'm transported back, and taken away.
To a time when we were surrounded by a firey way.
To a night so long and full of sorrow, that I was sure we wouldn't see the light of day.
And through the ashe and endless smoke, my wispers knew not what to say.
Except that I was sorry to go, but we always knew it would end this way.
How the fire and brimstone was not our dream, but a reality which burned away.

There is no dark side of a star
Only hydrogen and heat
Careening forward and beyond
The bitter cold of knowing

Unaware of the reality of fall
Unpersuaded by all
Afraid of nothing that has been
We are not falling stars, my friend

No we are not

Some days are the sun
Some days are the moon
And some days are the stars which burn out in-between

A river flows beside a tree
Which grows upon an earthy hill
Both strength and beauty can be seen
No need to hide
No want for veil
And the word of God flows underneath
As the river runs
To foster all which growth entails
So enter in lovers embrace
And share in the water
Drink it deep
Both when it flows and when it speaks
But especially when it stands still

An aged old man on his back
A newness strong as right in mind
With a single edge to unhinge the darkness past
Outlast the game in another pawn
Anoint the seed in the soil of life
And grow, beyond the treelines unpredicted height
Into the stars with fingertips aloft
To paint the newborn sky each night
Because with age comes, not only the will to pass, but the path
Made clearer still by the same daylight seen
As a bedridden old man in his own death scene
And we are but a glimmer in the ripplibg life of another's sight

My coffee heart turns
And headache burns
Into nothing less
Than a Monday furnace

My shoes are empty, no rhythm or beat to fill the soles.
My energy tank is drained and dry,
And my crutch, my sugar, is attempting to consume me whole.

I push for something, try and try,
But designs escape me everytime.
As time reveals that I am tired, and tested by my own desire.

I beg for sleep to make me whole,
And yet I must and must persist.
To fight the battles new and old, and find my way throughout the mist.

I persevere and do persist to pull my art out of nothingness.
Until the sun on this day sets,
I will create until I rest.

With eyes to weep beneath the night
Neath trees which ought to've lasted ere
How sad it was for me to leave
Before such fullborn youthful tree
I'd turn myself once more, I could
And cry her name fullborn aloud
To catch my breath, and see her all
Before my Gondolin did fall

Like a can
I desire to open myself up
So that someone may taste
And partake in the difference
But none can see
No none can see
At least I believe
In the difference in me

Are you scared?
That someone will
Or will not understand?
The meaning therein?
Because you can ask any of those who really know
For I am such a man

Carousel clouds, spin

In skies of unnatural,

Colorful being.

Until onenness felt, is

Of carnival earth beneath

Time is suspended
Held in place and to be examined
Whenever I’m there
Within with those people
We are yet somehow still animated

It’s like an echo off a cliff
Quiet as the hissing wind
Which hums over the wingtips of a gull
Lost in a sea of sand
Beneath the feet of a Castaway
Are the memories of bygone times and days gone by
They are washed away
As is every hope and happiness
Which once was brought upon, by the comforting rain
Though the trees connect his head and hands
To the barren sky above his head
No firelight can catch a glimpse of the looking glass
Or signal back, beyond the reef and its crooked back
For his is only in his heart inland
That survived the falling flights decent
Out of the sky above his head
Where the wings of changes could carry him back
Home to her arms, at loving last

The tensions slips
And in an instant the air whips vibrant
Most churning colors in the July sky
Offset the black outline
Of a spry nymph in flight

Who was I to wake and think that I
Wouldn't be the one to fly
When I was