In a field
a flower bends
Where winter starts
And summer ends
In the push
Of northern winds

Life is a dream
Framed by darkness

There is no way I wish to be
But like bird, leaf, or tree

The root digs without an aim
I want to be empty all the same

In this night that never ends
To be the branch that bends
In gentle northern winds

Beneath an ever still moon
I fall in ever greater ruin

I want to be empty
And aimless

Oh but to make life
Frameless

You bring only rain
I said, and I looked
Off in the distance
A chilly gray day

You bring only cold
You said, and I listened
But you said in time
That you still loved me

And only then
Did I hear the rain
When it was gone

And I realized in time
That I still love you

I have found the great forest
With all of it's mysteries
The waters at their purest
The animals without identities

I have found the great streams
And the great valleys the same
A world totally without seams
A world without even a name

I have found that great place
And found my place among
In clearer waters I see my face
In settled winds, I hear it's song

The trees sway gently now
Felling the petals of spring
Falling winds and lighter skies
Beneath the birds wing

The seeds find roots
Something begins to simmer
And just like that
Its once again the winter

The winter comes
Blue bird branch
Singing clear

The air is colder
But very clear
The song carries

The earth is frozen
Blue bird branches
Brittle but there

Snow falls now
The woods so bright
Like tiny diamonds

Oh but yet to hear
The oh so near
Blue bird ballad

In the coming spring

It's late and I work on my self
I write out the colors of my heart
and I paint the words I forgot to say (when we were together)  
I stay up late, working on my art

that is to say, if I had one

I ride hip hop beats late into the color
I learn to speak a language I made up
I speak in tongues, when actually I said nothing
By a lamp, and it rains, but it never rains enough

Awash in the color of a sound and
I feel that loneliness that you feel
I speak the same empty grays you do
And I wonder if I will ever heal

I wonder if there is a place where I
can belong, where I can do no wrong  
simply, until then I will never know, yeah
I just plan to keep going, while staying put

In between here and there
As I've  been, as I've  cared
I found the deep blue sea
And found a reason to be

For on the crest of the deepest
I learned the angler fish secrets
And spoke softly from then on
All this after you were gone

As the dust gently settles
As cold weather sets in
Will you find your way?

Will you remember the way
Through grasses long passed
On paths unknown and unpaved

There was a time, when once
Forgetting was found, in us
We were bound to be undone

As dust settles
In wintered lands
Will you find your way?

4:22 am blinks

I like being here so late at night
When I am the only one alive
When I don't feel lonely anymore
There is no one to talk to anyhow

I will close my eyes to sleep and know
When I wake, everyone is awake
And then there are people I can talk to
But I wont, or I cant, so I am lonely


4:22 is the witching hour

But I like being the only one alive

I remember standing, somewhere on that rusted dock, the river boat on the murky waters of our flooded city.
Deep fogs and smog set on the setting sun, and we just rode over the gentle currents of the deep.
Over the sunken houses and cars, over the parks and apple trees. I remember looking out on the white cedar swamp, near the
shack we built atop a mountain. Sky scrapers stood out of the water, waning in the current of a new world, and we
road our river boat on.

The moon falls
Yielding to day

Dancing forever
No words to say

Yes, they're bound
By something unseen

A deep love
A dream

The pull of oceans
The gift of light

From midnight to noon
The sun and the moon

Waltz on a stage
Of infinite blue

So I guess, I'll sit in silent wonder
Listening to the hum of fans
When all is left to be torn asunder
What is the point of making plans?

What was the point of spending that money
Or spending my time on it for that matter
What was the point of watching those films
Or driving around so ******* much

If in the end it doesn't even add to anything.

In the winter winds
the sun ascends

and then descends
as the day then ends

The sum of which
is not so clear

as winter winds blow
as will continue to go

The passing of days

Somewhere, someone is looking for me
Just as hard as I am looking for them
But we'll pass each other on the street
And never see each other again

Why do we write
When pain comes
And we feel the bite
Of lost life and loves

Our words are cast
To an infinite ocean
On islands as outcasts
A melancholy motion

I feel my soul bend
Warping under weight
Monsters must I fend
As I buckle under hate

The crest of the wave
Moves silent in the night

Beneath a moon that knows
Each year that comes and goes

Takes us farther from the light

The saline mist of a churning sea
Leaves tears that fall in long runs

Scarring the rocks temporarily
As water dries beneath the sun

To start again in the new day

Once more be washed away

I found a wasp inside my room
Fed it sugar water, let it roam
I cannot know if it deserved to die
And I'm sure that it too has a home.

In such great silence
Do i continue
And yet i do not appreciate noise

No i am not one for such
Self pity
Though sometimes a great hole
In my heart grows too deep
And i must then be honest

To random street strangers
Who like me, are screaming
Oh god won't someone help me
In their poems and still
We continue in silence
A poem makes no sound
It
Attracts no attention

The only ones who hear are the ones who are already here

Reading in silence alone
Feeling vindicated
They are somehow not alone
In an action
Of being alone

What a great irony
A shrine to such
Self indulgence and pity
Maybe you have tons of friends

Yet still you are feeling alone
And you don't know why
And you feel guilty
Unworthy
Alone even more

Its written in the ***** laundry
On the floor
Its in the dreams that are.
More interesting than
Having dreams

Wondering why wake up
The things i fill my life with
Are invariably
Less interesting
Than the nonsense
In my head
In bed

I speak three languages
I learned because i
Thought
It would reveal
a new world

But instead i filled my head
With three voices saying
I am alone
I am unknown
And
The bridges i thought
Id be able to build
Well let's say
I forgot my tools
on the other side of the river

What self indulgence
You say
I say
And yes

But also such feelings
Come spilling out
This stupid rat mind of mine
And in everyones rat minds
You wonder the same things

I wear a watch that does not run
Stopped at exactly midnight
Or at least somewhere around there
I haven't checked in a time

I wear my empty heart in my eyes
That clings in dark circles
Making dark my listing gaze
I haven't seen much though

I wear my thoughts out loud
Oh wait, no I speak them
Right, but if I could wear them
I wouldn't be so upset

I wear my deepest desire
Most secret and guilty it is
On my voice, in it though
I can't sing such unfairness

I wear on most of all
Though I feel like stone
Weathered by drops of me
Dropping down, and only down

The beat of moth wings
The current of the wind

What the nighttime brings
What gentle songs it sings

The slow sway of the trees
The ground covered in leaves

What an orchestra to hear
As the morning draws near

Each day as I write
For you and myself

I feel my heart beat
The current of the words

I feel the sway of my soul
Words fall down the page

What the nighttime brings
What gentle songs I sing

But only, for you.

I remember when time stood still
Slowed until there was none to ****

I stood in alive among the frozen
Those around me found me warm
I unlike they, still had a sense of when
From the standstill I had been torn

I looked at the birds in flight in the sky
Each on it's way to a place far from home
They do it though they don't know why
Yet still they fly and still they roam

The sun shone through the august leaves
Painting the world their ancient hues
On the river side on that eve of eves
Why time had stopped, I had no clue

I remember when time stood still
Slowed until there was none to ****
But in the same instant sprang back alive
And I guess I'll never ever know why

The air is hot, these winter days
With the wind blowing from uphill
Howling on the mouths of caves
Sounds to me like the same old swill

Pick red, or pick the blue pill
We're already down the rabbit hole
We've still got some time; to ****
Before the smoke swallows us whole

When I close my eyes
My eyes do still see

The blues of the skies
The leaves of the tree

When I begin to write
Open'd gate to my soul

The birds emerge in flight
And disappear from sight