Helpless,
Precious,
Daunting silent variances of light
Dancing.

Going under,
For a time

Rescue
The bad bones
Of our past

Tiger blood
Milkman

"Hi Children,"

She turns, mystically endowed with a sense of something greater still.

"Please enjoy this story, it is old and foretold without a soul to behold."


"Darkness is a place, fewer men know still"

"Where shadows are lonely and vicarious, tilted visions of sorrow"

"My darling"

She points to a small child in the front row, a girl seemingly clueless to the world around her.

"The arrow bends beneath the snow but life it takes for me to grow"

All the children are now listening.

"I've place the bets, and now I know"

"The darkness seeks another reef to hallow its only begotten dream"

They know it now, you know..The ending. They grew up beside each other, fighting each other, loving each other. Someday you will realize all of the reasons why you surrendered. Why you chose to caress a care that spoke of there being something....

greater.

I miss you
Like the rain misses the blood in my veins

You know they say we are made mostly of water
I drown in you

She watches darkness
I see the light in you

I live in you
Petty phrases and lifeless eyes

People come,
Talk, wander,
Do things that are substitutes,

For what?

I don't know,
People know

I like the idea of beauty
But it's the most evil
It limits you
me,
to itself
and burns us to wretched girth
shadow's of former selves they say

If sorrow is for the poet,
Then mystery is for the dreamer,

I shadow a mince of swollen pride
It batters me
Like a mauling iron
of birth-stone and fire
I surrender

From time
and time again,

I select
A version of indecision so in-vain
I could barley sketch the sheet
or ventilate

Maybe that's all

Who knows

Daring to say words,
Laughing thoughts cause tension,
Like jester's,
knighted into dreary stanzas and contortions

Where are all the mild men?
The one's who count for days
Who swindle the swindler,
The very breath of a man,

Is but...

Don't you?

See the target out there Charles?
Hit that and life will build you a shelter
Charles God has no shelter
No target to hit

I need solace
a break from mounting
or a reaction of desecration
her achon's are blind
filth with rage
gorged on dead,
creatures long
past
her eyes...

Proficient in turn
Glass make up
Chandeliers
Night calls to all the....


Growing growing growing,
We are all growing
It's time for a new time
And a crime to want to know that,
Don’t pass without,
A feature or a sort to clause,
Your every action

That's the trick...
Lay silently,
Like a cold corpse waiting to be devoured,
By birds and other....

Such animals! I cannot believe they left you like this!
They are under scrutiny and shame,
Yet they fallow a chirp of pity and pain

Birthing me, she asked...

Twilight blues?

Renegade Freedom
I responded...

Your like a cook in a desert,
You don't play nice,
With women or children...

Ok the silence is over! The butler or something screeched,
I've long winded the chase,
And i've dawned a new thought
We will rise the morrow with a crimson red...

..do you know the stakes you take?
For all the beauty you imagine
It's as if you aren't there
Or anywhere else,
I could suggest
The elephant snorts his gestures of guile
And cordless phones still reign,
But the satellite dishes, the poachers,
They can't get a rest

I've been there....
That place you know?
It seems dark at first,

But it's even worse,

I've thought about you like that
even worse
and when I did I challenged the notion,

I felt it come at me
a million miles from nowhere,
You laugh as I sense something,

Did you breath that same breathe as me?
I want to yearn like you,
That place,
We once spoke
Where did it go?

Sounds of ice,
Gleaming back a causation or value,
Unknown faces silently breathing,

Show me some of your good time,
Break a nose or structure of cobble-stone,

The flame,
Such a boring stare,
Without hope, Angry, Afraid,
Violent with rage,

Justice is often though of as,
A sweltering heat,
Or an intense pressure towards a unified
Decision,

Break my bones,
Steal my soul,
Stand in the fire,
And loose all control

Breathing chastity,
Grave
Remind me of the frozen coward
You'll understand

Where were you born?
Somewhere in Kentucky she moans,
Always placid like driven grey schemes,
Or meticulous spiders,

For what ever it is worth,
Time speeds up next to you,
Having fun is an understatement,


Only thing is,
Your not real,
I may not be either, I'm waiting for that answer,
Maybe it is time to find out?
Or at-least inquire,
Who should I ask?
The trees?

This is a poem,
My dear friend,
Penned in the darkest of inks,
In the brightest of lens,
Contemplating, serenading,
All at once,
Chased by desire,
Fraught by might,

This is a poem,
My lonely owls,
One for the women,
One for the cows,
For what so ever you wish,
Is dis-tasteful the least,
A broken *** of luster
A shaded *** of metal,

Tie me up,
To the grafted tree,
Hang me up,
The crime is done,
Now let me rest,
Now let me seep into the best of you,
Inside the worst of me,
Hoping,
Waiting,
Never-mind,
I'm always jaded

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

Thanks again
Trimming banquets of ice-ish tunnels of growth and decay,
Like swords and staves abound each day,
Like plenty I follow the whim of today,
Please help us all form a new day,

Easy come, easy go,
That's what the white-liner says as it goes,
For me to be free inside of my sea,
I'd often need a place to be

Stencil-streamed mud-clipped boots,
Eiffel tower disguise,
Brilliantly wrapped in a corona,
Of sadness and delight

Un-burdened I dance,
Stinging silently across,
Aqua colors,
Symposium of disaster they call,
Whom life?

You speak of as if it was betrothed to you alone,
Or some ghast faint reflection
Someday the purpose of creation,
will creatively in-twine, over
and over again

Dis-purse, dis-purse,
like cool mists of glee,
showers of gladness,
inside droplets of peace

Silencing call of passion,
When you talk of 1800's style vintage
Perception no-one knows, but when you see
Gross underwrites with turning phone dials
You wake
A part of you discovering you
Like a wheel chasing itself you laugh
Hradly suspicious of anything else
I hear the fragrance of Canada is
Calm except for the penal regrets
Of solemn senses

Someday, we will meet again
Like rocks of unchanging nature
We tiddle our barriers beneath,
Silent callings of exasperation
We find our fortune in streams of
Pink lattices drissled in every
Position of pondering

I write this to you
As if you are in my room
Staring blankly at a wall
Or unturned in your bunk bed
While I whistle away our creative bliss
Many will not read this fully,
Because of the vexation of length,
But many do not know you
Or the length of your days
How they were cut short by the change
Of ways,
I sadly recall that I left you barren
For a day for friends cold and brand
I love you my dearest ally
For us life never end
Maybe when Jesus ***** his
Horn of victory we can
Whisp our way to His garden
And steal the night away
Because in Heaven there is no night
Or so the owl does say,
The children are forging
Way beyond their time
Don't forget my friend
Love is not a crime
Until that glorious day
I bit you dear farewell
At all my greatest friend on earth
Atlast we'll sing again,
Breathe for me the air of Heavens great
Delight and bare with me this somber,
Lonely night

I've been waiting,
Pre-moridally,
Like an ruthless disguise
Very much influenced by you,
You're personal response to whatever,
I can remember through you
Chasing dreams of naught nor sorrow,
Fallen on grounds of tender grass, and fallow,


Believe in me,
Or else I will dis-purse into something undone
by treason not Love,

Believe in you,
I must,
Or become a fragrant skim of challenged talk
and greed
Like silence I breathe

If this poem dies in your arms,
Or a piece of it drifts through,
the glades of time,
Please stop and drink this beautiful wine with me

For me the be free,
I sip on my tea,
And only I think,
Of days I am keen,
Or dreams of my life,
As a basket of ripe,
Apples and mango's,
Peaches delight,

For Saturday sings,
A blue lullaby,
A breathe of the fresh,
And air for the eyes,
I cancel the vision,
Of lonely times past,

Bring in the Spirit,
Of life ever-last,
Jesus the guide,
The mediator of all,
My savior we yonder,
Towards grace that is called,
Willing to die,
Of a cross of pain and suffering,
Willing to free,
From sin and shame,
We've come to this moment,
Now let us again,
Love one another,
Like brother and kin,

If only between thought,
I, at once could retrace,
The steeple of freedom,
The fountain of grace,
Often I wonder,
Upon  a drear,
Only my only,
From time to the mirror,
Without a doubt,
All in a day,
I seldom remember,

For all is again inside of the pin,
For all I have seen I just hope we begin,
Trust in Omega for life never end

Lightening strikes,
The tribe falls below,
Another stormy desert chase,
Fallen on sodden ground,
Chasing the wondering furnace of fame,
Forgetting the isle of pleasure and stay,

I've found nothing new,
Inside this glass Iota,
Forming thoughts of you,
I fall beneath the timed delight,
Of evening cheers and truthful glares
Of treasures O' so bright


Leave me there,
I'll find a way,
To move and twitch again,
Chasing movement ever near,
Till we meet again

All the signals of separation,
Are found in you,

Like chassis and demands,
Of fallen broken views,

These images that you form
And cease to be amazed,

By crowning thorns of death,
And foolish puns of fame,

Like truth I breath in waters,
Unknown among the rest,
Priced in God's great Kingdom
A soul who's put to rest,
Forever I entail,
To seek the seething Son,
The Man of Calvary broken,
For all the be set free

I thought once,
Of a time un-chastised
Forming a beautiful solution for you,

I've drifted since then,
Drifting is always seen as far,
Although I drift nearer,

My image is not like that of a lonely
Coyote,
Shadowing cold features
Of shattering dunces

Can you remember the poetry?
Or sing me a song?

Nothing similar here,
Nothing of value,
Like lost wind, graciously devouring us all,
I've seen thousands watch,
Place-time make-shaft growths,
Truth is we are all in it,
Like small drops of billowing souls,

SIMPLE:
Put the basket,
Over there,
near the drawer,
Where the penny men scream
And the daffodils cry,
Heaven's mercy proclaims,
That Love has a name,


FOUND:

She's near the ocean border,
Like cream she copes with all her cares,
First come, first serve,
Frivolous desires,
A certain dangling view,
Is following the nighttime glee,
Shadows of breaking yellow closed knit families,
Seething brightly forevermore

CONFIRM:

I know now,
Better days,
Of future events,
Follow close now,
The dragon is dead in sorrow,
The mask is broken,
The Maker of all things,
Both vast and venial,
Is truthfully today's greatest,
Merging of idea and life,
In one symposium of design and desire

Separation,
Un-ended retribution,
Satisfactory illness,
Whatever two-piece,
Jet black,
Word you are,
I hope the decent,
Men without truth or desire,
Are fascinating,
How lifeless members,
Often remember,
Darkness A'Torch the ghastly,
Desert sphere,
She selects,
All the way to when,
Where-ever I was,
You knew the way

Remember,
Days folded beneath caverns caved in blanketed ice,
She's a griffon, or a way, to be something else,

Already not confounded,
I breathe my last,
Breathe of solitude entering a form of reason and thought so,
perfect,

Already I know the ground,
does not delay,
clay vantage points,
and constant fears of disaster,

Truce? Draw?
Whatever collapse that keeps us calm,
Collected,
Like warn out drawers,
He cries,
"Shallow not ye bothered quiver!"

Also,
Don't see the days that didn't make sense,
That doesn't make sense,
Welcome November

Filter the storm of thought,
Like chasing island retreat-men,

Genuine veins not those fake ones they place inside your lifeless,
Tangle of mud,

You see yourself?
Sitting there in dark star-light,
Waiting for the overgrown hawk to
Come bite you in half

She thinks the world of you,
But you don't care about this or that,
Or anything,
You just want to be free,
To chase birds,
To laugh at trees,
To swim with dolphins,
That's freedom
Stay it

Like the dead wood,
I see the sun going toward,

A fallen retreat,
Like an isle of decision,

Always I am reminded of you,
In all my pale decades,

I see that nothing can compare to,
The fountain you loved me with,
That which inside you always had,

Get rid of everything,
That was anything,
Or something of a part of something,
Or else something is something,
Else I wouldn't be,
Something
Without

These people,
Call on the darkness,
As did I,
As if it were the Joy that was from the Great Love,
As if the Great Love didn't create darkness,
To finally diminish it,

Creatures come under the Stary Sky,
And see why the Love will provide,
See why and see for what reason,

Check the mate,
And and miss the tee,
Life for freedom,
Let freedom live for thee,

For what am I accustom?
To the customs of the times,
For what I am in solving?
All the bitter lies,

For what do you pretend,
To pretentiously understand,

Like the depths of water,
Or the silkest sands,

Drawing my way through the desert,
I slowly came along,

Like old rivers dried,
A bed of death alone,
I solemnly crawled,
To my rest of formless deep,

All of the reasons for me,
Slowly start to creep,
Ways away away, a way,
I am away I am,
Away I am way,
Although I do not,
I must simply follow Yahweh

Don't wish it again,

The black sail sings,

Like ocean's bringing darkness,

Or valley's bringing death,

I know the way the world turns,
With all of it's if's and but's,
I know all of the pain's
That are more than enough,
I know what I can do,
And I what I can become,
All I need is Love,
That's all more than enough

Possible,
Water,
Rain like mud sticking to your flabby boots,

Drift closer,
The beam of a candle,
Melts my fluorescent membrane,

Kappa,
Gamma Gamma,
Zeta, Theta,
Delta 2 Minor,
We have Control,

The opening is cut,
Like vintage dawns,

fiestivo, rex,
Domus,
Sum,

Forget any retrieval,
Seldom Come,
Seldom Reach you,

A heard a little girl,
Crying out "Please stop this world from trying! to hurt my very soul!"
I asked myself how?
She knew the very second,
Just how far she'd come,
To living in a dream,
To sitting in the sun,
I asked her hey darling,
I heard your pain was real?
She said she wasn't lonely, that he only wants to feel,
You see my favored crowd,
I tell you all this so,
This gentle little girl,
Can continue to live and grow,
Away from all the pain,
Of demonstrated strain,
On lives so new and fresh,
There cannot be a name,
So please don't hurt my children,
Calls God from above,
They are the ones,
Who make my life fulfilled

Hello my goddess of delight let that flowing garden spring to life,
My delicate treasure is always forever,

I wonder what I can see,
Within,
A light with me,
Of course I see again,

Like the feelings that surround you,
In the murky mire,
Of devious desire,
She's a lone in the town square,

I forget whatever you said that day,
All I remember is that fire in your sacred eyes,

All I love is that sacred scar around  your neck-bone,
Masked silence dawns brightly,

Grief weighs & troves

Hey Lonely daughter don't tell me the moons effects

Should I write about the pain or grief?
Or the things that make me tick?
Should I think and search for better days,
Without the slightest disagreement,


Should I care about things, long gone,
People long gone,

Do the days and nights of wandering make you less of me?
Do the days and trees ahead of me make me less a man,

Silent are the firmer things,
Birds breathe song,
Shadows take time,
All this denigrating shallow talk,
Is what mask's our sweet beauty,
Thankfully so,
For the Anger we show

For better days,
I do contend,
Like breathing chasm's of fears lonely regret,
Tossing and turning,
Down paths belittled drawn stones,

Pony boy saddle up,
Beware the road is already ahead,
And the men all wear their funny hats,

Ice -

Like the vendettas of a broken promises,
Healing is a necessary awareness,

Like poetry forever chosen,
Day's un-ended only still formed

I is a me, inside of thee,
For a fusion of time and tea,

Silence the night, like bringers of dawn,
Form all the beauty inside a white room,


I called to the owls,
They said tis' was mine,


I call to the woods,
They left it unheard,

I'm not your's cries the wolf-man,
Breathing his cordial gross, differences,

Seashells are darker,
When days are brighter,
Like the shadows of monks,

In Sanctuary's of storms,
There I find,
All that is mine

Same as yesterday,
A ruthless beg at the morrow,
For trees and colors of light,
That stream through murdered pasts,

Twlight breathe,
Of longer passions,

Vertigo isolation,
She's running the mill,
She's always so cold,

A scheme against the day's blight,
A force of lonliness,
Abide,

Maybe treason and reason,
collide like intentions
prevent the confiding belief,

Although I'm here,
Living this frivolous life,
The steadiness of virtue and strife,
Lead me into indecision and decision,
Like a broken symphony,
I chastise the thought,

For truth and bottles of blue,
Beneath the evening view, divine, present my intentions with,
The finest view of what to think,
Or what we think together,
At rest forever


Your persona and mine,
Mix like water, fire and filth,
Burning the melodic stench of depth,
A trance of melting of skin

Life is like a weather-man's parade,
A spun-out ride of calamity,
And,
Causation,
Such details lost like blue winds,
In ever-green plateau's
Or high desert mountains,

All of the images,
My mind displays,
Are radiating,
Yet transparently,
Confining themselves,
Into whatever isometric language,
They deem fit

Like Daisies,
I shift,
un-turned eye's caress,
My utero stance,
I am amazed at all of the way's
A man can die,
Like pigeon breathe in the morning,
Outward and un-biased,
Spewing chunks of waves hit my surrendered vision,


Fortune is a calling for sparrow's nests,
Like Fame is a smell of cheese,
Both require youth and effigies of a tender tune,
One is requite,
Both are reprimanded,

Serving and Being,
Are benign,
In all area's divine,
Like solitude breakfast,
In place's unknown,

My title for this poem should be,
About the daisies, but I forget,
Why the solace was so low?

Like a wild-bush,
Frenzied on growing,
My empirical designation,
Of self-implosion
Falls like Berlin walls,
And Stalin statues,

I wonder if the night can see like me,
Or if the daunting blue figurines of my watch,
Dance like the dozy white flakes of a cold winter storm,

In the midsts of battle we learn decisiveness and impending insanity,

Summer heat brings showers of agony and glimpses of pleasure,

Like fleeing from some unearthed Hell we forged ourselves in,

The Earth she moans to the dark strands of nowhere,

"Please take me home." She cries

Like the water of Faith,
Sometimes rough sometimes safe,

I find myself in the currents of life,
Without knowing what next,

I chase tomorrow without thinking today,
I forget the pain and remember the way

Like the fish in the sea, my ego
Swims,

Like birds in the sky, my spirit
Flys,

The gifts of life come and stay

A Gil in the docks
As always the flock
Becomes a stampede of mindless
Youthism
Like old newspapers
I think of words
Like unequivocal
Or enterprise
And find the omission
Of interest
Constant and timid
Like paper bins
Or rootball images of day and night

Someday the seances of youth will fade away
Like films full of hatred and lives full of war
Or seething castes of poor old folk
Wishing deaths hymn sing aghast them and benign

Shadow's
Penetrate my skin,
My soul banishing them,
To a nether-land,
Of no thought, or image,
Like black water,
Without the racist mingling eagle hunters,
Dreary nights,
Capture me like a vintage car,
Death leaves no traces' in itself,
Or of itself,
Just selfish flaws counseling each other,
Each one waiting to finish someone, or something,

I've seen wild winds,
Fighting each-other,
In bathrooms,
In places where dark clouds stream aimlessly,

Whatever you believe,
Make sure it's true,
Until the collapse of everything you know,
It will be the only thought to grow,

Don't be like the rest,
Or even think to finish death's song,
It's far to quick,

Very few Devils live like Satan,
Very few people care,

Very many people die,
Wishing life's regrets were blue,

I'd like to finish this off,
By asking you a question,
Do you think I can sing? To the colorless hue of Light growing,
Like a candle in my room?

Mens mors
Judgment and death
Like ruckus and changelings
I know thy the best
Like chess and change
Please leave the rest
nauta vidi
Life in a message
Amo
And peace
I find in the least

Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine,
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I

There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,

The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned

Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be

The kids over neat the tree of Silver, laced in
Gold
Smelling the fragrance and touching the bayberries
A soothing practice allowed by a few nobles
Ones with fortress gestures and knitted crowns
Seeping into the further furnace
Desires, lifeless beauty pregnant
Flames burning blue
Washing the window of tomorrow
If there ever was a pane for pain
Broken glass shattered at last
All the kids play beneath the Silver Tree
Laced in Gold,
Laced in Gold