If symmetry is formed
from disaster

If life is always
ever after

Then why
Dear friend
do you worry still

Why, my friend
have you not had
your fill

Of pain, of stress
of the worlds dismay
All set up
so your mind won't rest

I tell you friend
you need not despair
For life is greater
without fear

My heart has shattered
inside my ribs

I am no healer
and can only endure
Yet the pieces sink through
into my lungs,
expunging all my breath

With each exhale I shed
pain I don't care for anymore
Trying to transpose
the last thoughts of a person
I can't live without

Externally my shield holds
against an artificial cities life
I keep my distance from
Yet inside my chest
I cannot defend against
this displacement
A destination I transfix
into eternal memory

So many battles
and this, is how I am brought down

Excommunicated
Only to be exonerated
on this road less traveled

All this knowledge
for what?
No one finds it to be important anyhow
No one cares to know

Where are all the conversationalists
Where has the brilliance gone?

Little tells
Justify large tales

Oh, sister dear
We couldn't go east
For I was being hunted
Even at that very moment
In our mothers presence

Sorry if you were upset.
Unsure of how to explain
You know she worries so much for us

Follow the birds flight
home

Only to visit,
only for a bite

They haven't a care for the past.
I can learn from them

Two days across the mountains
A night with endangered peace

We didn't sleep much at all
for all the right reasons

You said we should stay here forever
Away from the world

With the Albatross
Our awfully messy new neighbor's

That's the old, I say
We stopped running months ago

She reminds me of the best part of the memory
The dinner, the dance
on shores you'll never see

These birds know the lands
They've kindly mapped it out for me

We go by sail boat, by dying moon light
and I remind myself,

Have the reader re-examine my palm again.
For I feel to soon a feeling of love

I've done it to myself this time.

Life is living

Nothing feels right when one realizes it's been to long
my hands misplace thought and these sheets remain empty
These organs fall apart without her underground love
Our late night crossing of eyes, of legs, of lips
Evening's cut short by my idiocy to choose a vision over her sight
I held back from those gifts for far to long
unwilling to share my war with her beautiful landscape

Drifting in and out of the world for far to long now
I've been listening in on late night orchestra's
The integral sounds accompanying the few stars I can see before my coming sunrise
A weak acquaintance, unable to open the sky with its melody
It barely does the job and I am left with clouded blue across my front

Here, theirs no telling how high I must go to capture  
my favorite sight,
the beauty these cities destroy with their fear of everyone elses dark
How I wish they'd all stop believing what they hear for one evening
Maybe then I could reach that moment in her bed again
Two hands painting one masterpiece
crossing lines
We kept closer than I let anyone be
Sharing what not even my elders know
I held another's memories
I held love and pain

All forgotten now,
I know
I am more than prepared for the next act.

A change of hands
in my western deals
Forcing together
this fresh cut steel.

A war we wage
on sun burnt fronts
Didactically distracting
from far off hunts.

Two run
With blades

Through green
Dark haze

Blue moons
Lights blaze

Red stains
One stays

Before the season sends me home
I have to take a moment to absorb my surrounding
Mist filled and salty
The air here is my rejuvenation
I had forgotten the feeling of an open wind, fresh off the coast
able to lift all sorrowful thought from consciousness.
These waves, strong and much larger than the average
As if pressing against my body, attempting to make contact with the soul
Freezing to the bone, yet warmer than this air
My heart breathing each repetitive movement that seems unison for miles
I accept them each, knowing
I am the only companion they've seen for days.

I say a prayer for the waves
and the beach that holds them
I feel they are a gift to us all.
I say a prayer for this world
and the people who watch over it
For they are each to be praised.

Heading home,
A quick thought passes through,
one of the best, and I cannot help but smile to myself
Sunset on a beach with a person I cared for most
The vision is always way to clear
As if I were their again to watch from another's perspective
It is this, my only happy thought
which takes me through the seconds I wish did not exist

I shiver. As I am alone here.
Its fine. I have never been a stranger to that cold.

Finally content with this world. I am home bound for the night.