it is time we talk
about all the things
we can’t stop thinking
about

Wandering through mornings
Cloaked in night
Silence resounding
 Pausing for a red light



                                                        ­          Camels running through a desert  lung
                                                    ­                          Iced tea becomes an oasis
                                                        May­be smoke, Maybe air, a need-to-know basis
                                                           ­          Harder to tell as filter meets tongue


Cloaked in night
 Silence resounding
 Wandering through mornings
Pausing for a red light


                                                         ­                                                                 ­                       Thought to think
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                               of opinions
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                    in spite of
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                            reflections.
                                                                ­                                                                 ­        Notions and concepts
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                 birth ideas;
                                                                ­                                                               grandchildren of the mind.




Silence resounding
Wandering through mornings
Pausing for a red light
 Cloaked in night
                                                           ­                     
                                                                ­          

                                                     ­                      Purpose lost within frosty
                                                                ­          air through a thin white T.
                                                              ­          Crashing thoughts parallel E-
                                                              ­                 Y-E lids amid empty
                                                                ­                  lots and streets.

                                                               ­               
Pausing for a red light
Silence resounding
Wandering through mornings
Cloaked in night

What an awful thing it is to cast away your sun
To settle for reality that's never really done
I know the work that I have logged invited night to stay
But now I must come face to face with everything I say
As I confront them one by one, the words that I released
I find that rather than prepared, I've come to them decreased
And so I try to raid my thoughts for desperation's sake
In hopes that somehow memories can summon me to wake
Alas, the place I once arrayed has now been hollowed out  
And I'm ensnared inside a world I cannot  talk about

Fifteen minutes entwine conversation during dawn.
Sun makes mist noticeable.
As well as the dew.
Bubbles in glasses
mirror silence
with stillness

Write half-right about quarters twice;
worth 50 cents.
Half-right, write about quarters twice;
worth $1.

Half-hour
past fifteen. Sixteen
words written at a 45 degree
angle across seventeen sheets of paper.
45 minutes past the last
90 degree angle.

there’s that feeling
that comes with the sun
as she shines
across a blue sky
that slowly fades
to white

there’s that feeling
that comes with a new year
as the days
begin to get brighter
and we can imagine
all we can do

Maybe in the moonrise we can sanctify the night
I'll wait until the morning, wake for you to shed your light
We'll define existence as the something we have made
Put together slowly and then altered every day


Observing all the wrinkles that have  borne the weight of time
I have ceased to challenge things that I cannot define
So as we both continue on, to rearrange the seas
There is something greater that will counteract our breeze

I look into the dark oblivion
That is my room
I stare blankly at the ceiling
The cold still darkness
Slowly becoming darker
I wait to dream
But I fear what it is
That I may dream of tonight
I begin to think
Of where my life has gone
Where it is that I stand
And I realize
I am standing in darkness
My evil pool of misery
My worst fears compiled and drowning me
Is it sad to be scared of my dreams
The dreams I dream are not dreams
They are nightmares
Simply put on steroids
And injected daily
Into the wasted remnants of my brain
Mutating into a monstrous demon
Vividly I watch as my limbs are torn from my body
My sanity has cursed me
With this image
In a flash
Quicker than lightning
The scenery changes
The world is dissolved
Eroding faster than nature intended
The sky opens up
Demons walk to the edge
I look down to where Hell once laid
And see the decaying and half-dead bodies
Of archangels and angels
Wings torn from their backs
And a sense of hope
Banished from my mind
I fear my soul is lost
I awaken in horror
Just as demonic eyes
Pear into my soul
Intentions for me clear as day
Is it sad to be afraid of my dreams
My dreams are inhuman
They are wretched wild things
No human shall endure
But maybe I am not human
Maybe I am a monster
A demon hidden under human flesh
Clawing at the surface
Begging to be free
Oh that would be a terrifying dream
To watch as my flesh
Ripped from inside
As scaly skin appears
With a burning amber color
Tampered with blood ruby eyes
Focused on engulfing the rest of the world
Infecting the planet
With more of its kind
Is it sad to be afraid of my dreams
If my dreams are real
With a slightly different wording
To exaggerate the fact
That killing me could end a lot of problems
Bringing a new sense of peace
With a demon gone
I am afraid of my dreams
Because I don’t have to be asleep
To have these dreams
Just looking at the window
Watching the world **** itself
This is a dream not so friendly
One you cannot awaken from
This sadly is our reality