As i brush the hair from my face
i see it, in a reflection.
tiny whispers of past dreams,
a beacon, a calling.

Hold on, i may be falling
straight through this life
and down to yours.
its funny the things you think of in times like these

i don't think i coulds say please
any more than i do.
i just want you home
before this thought fades

I am longing summer rain.
Sweet cohesion, cold to touch.
The rain clouds red to the setting sun.
I miss the poetry, spewed
On those nights; Friends held close
I need those moments
that are so dear.
Being a masked vigilante,
And a gazelle.
I will walk these quiet streets
And it will be
As it was
In the summer.

My blood, flowing crimson red with words,
Sentences, in the form of flying birds.
An ocean of my thoughts, and dreams.
Bright and shinning it brilliantly gleams.

My love, a tree, constantly growing.
More like a stream, forever flowing.
Imbedded deep into the earth,
A great richness of intense worth.

My heart, soaring, above the trees.
Over mountains, and vast seas.
Across the earth, all for you,
I bring orange sun sets, and skies of blue.

To paint a picture, oh so fair,
Capturing beauty, is like capturing air.
Her face, imprinted in my mind,
A type of beauty, hard to find.

The stars watch my departure.
Waving goodbyes as I
Drift away.
My bearings obliterated.
I am greeted with insanity.
It sets in quickly,
But the after taste…
It is sweet.
Pin ****** of light dot my conscious.
I can feel the memories,
They are heavy.
Pulling me downward.
But all I really need
Is to
Float away.

trust me, dead woman crawling in my hallway
its not that i dont like meeting in the night
its just that im gonna have to clean that up
tomorrow, so could you not?

I walk in on the starting scene,
A grassy meadow, of lush green.
A beautiful woman hugging a man,
I’m guessing this is how it all began.

In his arms, she gives a kiss and a hug,
Then they both take a wonderful drug.
The screen erupts in a splash of color.
I watch as they grow shorter then taller.

Trees of every color start to grow,
On this lush green plateau.
Growing leaves they start to dance,
Putting the audience in a trance.

Drifting away, with this pair
A burst of light, a solar flare.
Floating, soaring away,
Into this magical place, this color display…

Sun dripped orbs
gazing abrupt
steely, sweetly.
flecks,
Gold and ember.

The  gutters are full with
Non-believers and
The obvious wrong.
I always knew they
would get there way
What the asked for
All along.
An easy way out…
Be it a bullet in there
Skull
Or poison in there
Stomachs.
The feeling is of remorse
But they only feel pity.
They’ve convinced themselves
Right In their
head
That everyone is just better off
Dead.

The straw is thick, on my lips
painted red smear.
I feel the words forming
from another life
A different person.
I am not him, he is not me.
yet I form the words.
and as the cars pass my heart is breaking.
She is so much better than her.
This isnt me.
And with this tongue I lie.
cutting deeper with truth.

The perennial beauty,
of tranquil loss.
Twisting softly towards the breeze,
shedding the summers green,
for a more festive slough.
In the browns and ember
I find humanity intact,
As if brushed gently
into the wild.

Broken free
of frayed edges.
On the brink of complete
and enveloping darkness.
Staring down... down
into it.
It had been here all along.
Awoken only when i
began to wonder.

Flightless black
pulling down...
A cancer of sorts.
I call its name,
and inside ME
the reply sounds

The substance flows
Through the very air
Warming it. It’s easier to swallow.
The poison goes down;
Without a second thought.
My breath is contaminated,
I can feel the cells
Multiplying. Dividing.
I can feel it splitting.
I am holding a conversation
With myself
And im barely making it through
The day.
I’m watching my failures
On a silver screen
And I keep seeing that face.
My minds a blank
Just another side effect
A mutation
A break in the code
I am just two letters off from
HORSE and the pressure is on.
Not that I’m a fan,
But rather a silent observer.
Its funny how now
I realize the likeness
Is uncanny
And the bulb is just
Too dark

From flickering flames
My fate sets in
Splashing color onto the rose.
Drawing hearts in the sand.
I apply more paint to the canvas
Painting the world around us.
Borrowed pigment,
Is splattered on my face.
My carbon is running out
I might just lose control.
This is so fragile.
I can feel it bending.
Who knew time
Would die.

No one tells you
The feeling will leave
Emotions fade
Evaporate.
Senses will eventually
Dull
Just like the rest.
One day
You will awake
And find yourself
Staring inwards
Just looking around
Searching for those
Precious memories
You swear you kept.
That’s when it hits you
Everyone dies.

peer through me.
you know me well,
enough simply to navigate.
strengthen your will for this,
if nothing else.
a simple incision,
to my soul.

Till the voice came calling
A relentless wave beating
the low moon breaks
amongst the waves

Till the sweet dew rises
Rippled honey crusted
Three dried flames
Fall leaves, preserved

Till the piercing dawn comes seeping
to Lie as the sweet dew sets

the lights are flashing
i am confused.
Disco ***** of shimmering
blue crystals dancing

This place is odd
unlike the sane
i feel the fear
and as i stare

The fear stares back
taking a hold.
I graps the air
this place is getting to me

The moon is gone,
This cant be
I remember it being
Right here.
Lighting my path
on the blackest
Nights.
The sky is unraveling
Upon us.
I can see right thought the
Ozone and its
Starting to frighten me.
I cant believe it left
Without saying good bye.
Leaving nothing
But broken promises

a quiet blank.
pendulum stopped.
my mind is yerning.
i feel with my memories,
trying to secure a thought.
Reaching out,
grabbing the long since dead.
I hold, clinging to the past.
as the world passes me by.

I am sitting in a dim room,
Inside of another room
Inside one even larger.
All around me, I can hear
It. The distant twang
Of a sting.
It radiates through the air
Cooling it, a chill transpires.
Standing guard at the watchtower;
I am the prophet of life.
Another twang is sounded.
The beautiful silk,
Is pleasing to the touch.
My mind drifts
Through the loneliness
Of summer. The days
Spent lazily, and
The friends that moved away.
I am proud to keep watch.
upon this tower of light.
I am the prophet.

Lights in the distance,
Through the fog of darkness.
I can see her, the way she was.
With curls in her hair.
In the center of the city she is waiting.
Hopes sinking.
Tears are forming.
In the sky
I see the clouds.
Rain drops fall

As a vivid sun rises,
i can feel the tingle.
electric tendrils
cross the dome.

trapped inside,
writhing in pleasure,
reaching for blankets,
as the rain trickles down

Piercing though the crystal clear,
Waters edge, so bright and sheer.
Wayward glances, to bright to look.
What’s written in the book
Past present, what have you.
Burning, short, then born anew.
So I again start to peer,
In the book, or ocean, both are clear.
The bright, wondrous things, I see
Are in every sense of the word, good enough for me.

On these Dark roads spent,
laughter seeps into the air.
Trees silhouette
an empty field.

Chimes of past illuminate
as the knifes point is ******
Deeper into the night,
Deeper into ourselves

It may be just a building
that dwells within
But what we found
and what we lost
will never fade into the Dark

Returning to the earth were we laid as a child.
Feeling our heart beats in the sand and in the dirt,
And in ourselves.
The land is our own, and we it’s children.
I feel the place were I once lived,
It is burnt to the ground,
Dust.
I collect it in handfuls.
Trying to rebuild it into something it wasn’t.

As the forest grew
so did he.
In the dark underbrush
of the bright tree line;
among the creatures
big and small.
he hid there, in the forest
as his hate began to grow.

It was a sparkling light,
more like absence of darkness
on the featureless plains
empty and vacant.

It came in a breeze,
Chilling at first
Then, soft- a warm thing
Corsing and surrounding

I let it in
to my very center
to feel it,
I feel love.

As the clock ticks I count the grains,
Till I will be with you once more,
I count the grains,
Till my love can fall,
From my fair hands,
Unto your open heart.
And so I sit on the floor
Watching the clock.
Watching as it ticks away

Creation is beautiful
As I watch it freeze,
solidify,
It becomes clear,
That this is my purpose,
My life’s work.

As the sky tears
at the sea
billows of smoke rise;
air expanding in burst.
The bombs are falling
and the sky is falling
but i still cant think of a place
i would rather be,
than here, and now, with you.

Pieced together,
Stitched cloth.
Taken from life.
Stolen, bargained.
As I see her face gain a smile
I add to my patchwork.

Of palid skies
and field of rye
my mind sways
to understand.

In the heat my skull cracks
steam bubbles from the seams
I feel the world
through new eyes

cracked glass,
thinly sliced.
void of perfection,
it is beautiful.

written word,
of split sound.
ringing,
in open space.

As the great beings
flew across dark space.
Bits of dead light
and dust.

Reaching out
forever towards
that grasping hand,
frozen in time.

Tangled limbs
And smiling faces.
I can feel her here,
Where she laid.
Simply Mental warmth.

Outside…
It snows.

As I blink
I am awake.
Twice today have i
Felt death.
This body is mine,
without it I am everything.
Set me free.
Let the world rest in peices.