Dedicated to
dr. B. Dixon, Ph.P (Philosopiae Poeta).*

You, Poet, define yourself as a
"'Meat and Potatoes' -kinda guy."
We were speaking of food
But I see that you eat
With your writing-hand.

You, Poet, write like a
Quitting smoker
That stands with his very last
Smoke in his mouth -lighter
In hand. Frozen; carving a statue
Of the moment. For himself.
From himself. For all to see.

You, Poet, are the wind thrusting
Confidence from under the wings of
Angels, down to assist the
Flapping of little, pen wielding
Ducklings at take-off.
You are a devil of a gentleman; an
Arms open welcomer
In this realm of written renderings.

You, Poet, are an agent of king
Poem Himself.
As convincing and encouraging as a
.357 barrel imprint on your forehead
To remind yourself to keep writing
-Just always keep writing; just
Write.
If you guarded the Gates of Hell,
You'd still give good meaning to
Words like 'Warm Welcome'...

You, Friend, make poets feel
Like the true
Rock Stars of the Universe
That they all
Truly
Are.

I discovered something today
In a place by the sea
Where you can hear the waves as they gently kiss the shore
I've been watching the two of them a long time
And I think she only ever leaves him
So she can come back and kiss him 'hello' again
It seems all good and well doesn't it
At first glance most things do
She looks so innocent the way she rushes to his arms
How she softly traces his lips with hers
And then they playfully struggle against each other
When she tries to run back out again
But what you don't see
Is that every time she leaves him
She takes a little piece that he can't replace
Its too small to be measured and you can't see the difference with your eyes
Over the course of time it will take its toll
Someday she will have carved a small hole in his chest
You see this is not just a game
This is how she will preserve her future
She needs a place to hide when the world gets cold
Somewhere she will feel safe and warm
Maybe she has to do this to him because she needs something that feels familiar
Not a strange alien sensation that she has never known before
What if she only runs into his arms to get used to being surrounded by him
Before moving into that empty cavity where his heart used to be
I wonder if she even knows what she is doing
*~W.C.

If you want to train a ghost you must have a subject after which to model the ghost. Find someone who takes your breath away. Maybe it will be that girl who sits across from you on the subway, or it could be a close friend that you've always wanted more from.

Make memories with them. Memories that won’t easily fade. The kind that come to you in the darkest hours of the night. Learn all the little things about them that you possibly can. Every endearing detail and quirk that makes them a unique human being, and love them to your own breaking point. It doesn’t matter if they return your love. Some even argue that its better if they don’t. This way you know that they will be the one to leave you, but thats just a matter of opinion.

Take little pieces of them and stow them away in your pockets. Hide some of those pieces in the music you listened to while you were with them. Take another and put it in the walls and under the floorboards of the places you went together. Stain everything you know with their memory. The best ghost trainers can do all of this without ever speaking a word to their subject.

Eventually they will leave you. It will be quick like when the sun shines through the clouds on a dark day before hiding his face again. There will be no real explanation. Don't you know there is no law for such things? Now the ghost will begin to take shape, and if you have followed each instruction carefully you will never be able to escape.
*~W.C.

I know what it is to lose someone
I have felt the pain that sinks
Down your throat and settles
In the pit of your stomach
And eats you from the inside
I am familiar with the process
Of suffering and I know your pain
I want you to know that its ok
That you don't want to move on
Just yet and its ok to to spend
Hours at a time crying in the
Darkness of your room
Its ok if you want to hold on
To the memory of your loved
One and don't you ever let
Anyone tell you differently
But remember that there must be
A time when you get back up
And carry on this doesn't mean
That you have to forget them
You don't have to bury them deep
Inside and keep them hidden you
Just have to realize that your life
Isn't over yet and you still have
A full life to live
Dedicate your life to them if thats
What you want to do thats ok too
Just don't forget that time isn't
Going to hold still for you or
Anyone else
But for now its ok that you're
Taking this time to remember the
One you've lost
*~W.C.

Two Souls Apart (Part I)
Two souls met
They fell in love
At the wrong time
The right people
In the wrong place
She was beautiful
Hair gold as the sun
Flaring like wildfire
He was simple enough
An artist with sound
With a wanderers heart
She was never who
She told him she was
Maybe he was never
Completely honest
With her either
They always meant well
And they were so happy
Plans of running away
Far from everyone else
Isolation on an island
Separated by miles of water
Away from judging eyes
But how long could it last
These fairy-tale romances
Just never seem to survive
The cold winters of distance
So they parted ways
Hearts torn into pieces
Plagued by memories
The taste of her lips
Her skin warm and soft
She tried to drown him out
With another in her bed
He screamed his songs
Desperate to be rid of her
She was slowly overwhelmed
So far away from home
He threw himself into the divine
Turning from the sin he held
Becoming a saint of high regard
He found someone new
On the Saint Who Fell for the Sinner (Part II)
He didn't go looking for her
Truth be told she just fell into his life
He was held captive
At the beauty she possessed
Her eyes as spacious as the sky
Deeper than any well of knowledge
So he chased her
She led him through the woods
A deep dark and twisted path
More than once he nearly gave up
But she played him well
She held his attention until he was hopelessly lost
When she felt safe she stopped
The saint wondered at her
Such a fair and beautiful creature
She showed him her scars
Her sins and filthy addictions
Somehow he was not repelled by this
Instead he found himself drawn even more
So he sheltered her fragile soul
Until the day she forgot to maintain her lies
The saint was destroyed at the deception of the sinner
He was driven to madness
The saint searched for comfort
Something to help find the pieces of his shattered heart
To stitch it together again
But he found no cure
No method of healing that would bring him back
In this way the sinner destroyed the saint
Integration (Part III)
He wondered hopelessly for months on end
Searching for peace
All he could find was distractions
Nothing permanent to occupy his time
Functioning was near impossible
Nothing held his interest anymore
He played his songs but was discouraged
Wrote his words but they seemed empty
He could not bring himself back into civilization
He separated himself from all others
As much as he could
He couldn't merge back
Made no connections with any meaning
He was so disconnected
And old memories resurfaced
He found himself longing for her again
For her kiss and her touch
To feel the warmth of her skin again
Her hand holding his so tight
He wondered if she felt the same
The second half of his soul
Evanesce the Island (Part IV)*
Maybe all their plans
Weren't so foolish after all
What if they had known exactly
What they needed to survive
Shouldn't they run away from the world
To set themselves apart
From a cruel and cold world
That they aren't fit for
Let it be just them so far away
From all the rest of the world
Let them do as they please away
From all eyes
Let them love like they were made
On a beach under the sun
Away from these rainy days
That never end
~W.C.

The skeletons of clocks will always haunt these hallways
And I can never remember anything you said to me
I suppose the problem is the rope around my neck
Never mind the fact that you’re the floor under my feet
Maybe I just hate the idea that everything I touch here could become a memorial
All for a lost soul who never learned how to properly read a map
But I think I’m just scared of my candle burning out before its lit
I’m tired of the silverware tied to my wrist and the paperclips under my fingernails
We walk on eggshells and all we ever do is **** our own young
You hurt me more than anyone and my lungs still bleed everyday
This is not on me I blame you both for it but not for the tremors in my hands
I still remember that hospital room
And the twenty seven hooks that held up the curtain
Those condescending looks stick with you
After all I’m just another stupid kid spilling his guts all over your floor
I still remember that the part that hurt the most
Was when they took all the pain away
And I think about that a lot more than I should
Maybe that says things about me that I could never tell you
There are a lot of things that I have trouble saying
And I’ve never been fond of needles
Or the bed they told me I was meant to sleep in
This is not my own creation I know I didn’t work for this
I was aiming for the church bells and all I hit was the flagpole
Can you still fall asleep without my skin these days
Do you find yourself lying in bed reaching towards the ceiling
Almost as if you could cradle the stars in your hands
Because I do and I like to think you’re doing the same
*~W.C.

Let us run into the forest
Let us just get lost for a while
Let us play with the mind of a poet
So pure, adventurous and wild

Let us watch the flowers grow
As they twirl around the trees
Let us bathe in the warm sunlight
And just listen to the sweet humming of the bees

Let me take you away, baby
To a very secret place
I promise it won't last forever
I would just like to use a day

- To show you something better

Let us fall into the flowerbed
In the bright open meadow
Right besides where the stream floats

A place;
Where I have seen people come to fall in love
And then watched new lovers leave
It is an amazing sight, like you won't even believe

I will look after you here
When the sky starts to darken
And the evening wind starts to flare
Later I will show you a love of mine

Which ignited my soul and left some scars
Only because all this beauty, usually happens
In the learning process of;

*The art of watching stars

I hang on to this old, broken window sill
Concious of hanging on, just a little bit too tight
With the feeling it only will leave my hands bleeding?
Yet I can't let go, solely out of fright
Have people once again lied, or will I see a light?

Maybe I should have told you off
Better sooner than later - or so they say
I just feel like finally I've had enough
I don't want to go on like this

- Living like a regretful hater

Life should be beautiful, I've been told
The most precious thing to have
But I just don't feel like hanging on
It's no more complicated than that

I have fought with a couragous heart
For what feels like so many centuries now
Never giving it as much as a second thought
Just raging on and waiting for it to play out.

Lately I have had a reason to believe
This problem will never be desolved
You don't have the slightest interest in me
Or what I have to live with

I could have screamed as much as I cried
But I don't want to be of any bother
Yet it would only take one good look at my face
And you would know what I never told you

Kicking and hitting, biting and scratching
Is a fate I would much rather like
Because one thing I will never find by your side
Is a helpful hand and a sound advice
For the journey to find peace of mind.