i was just a feather, drifting on a still lake.
waiting for a long time.
and then a small wooden boat was slowly passing by, gently creeping in.
a man with kind, sweet, loving eyes picked the feather up.

"my, my, my.. how is a feather, so light, and beautiful, not in the sky with a mighty bird? have you cried many story's, and whispered many screams?"

He put the feather in the pocket close to his heart.
rowed all the way home.
the feather looked up and wondered..

"why am i important, i fell because i dont matter anymore, no longer needed. i am not worthy of love.."

And almost if he had herd the feather;

"you are a beautiful thing, just because you were no longer needed, dosent mean you have no other meaning's."

He smiled. and oh his smile was amazing, it was worth more then flying.
then the feather seen the young man, pull out a box
this box looked important, and great.
he opened it and said..

"this box is like my heart.. and i will put you in here, forever. and when i die, the box will live forever. i promise, you will never be alone."

Corpse dangles from tree by snapped-twig neck,
innards spilled out from stomach like rotten raspberries,
nothing but stick-figure hang man.

Simon Iscariot's tears fall beside blood and water
that pours from your abdomen,
similar to the emulsion
from the spear-wound in Jesus. Christ
gave you the highest honor:

that of making all
ancient parchment
statements true.

They were then hidden away for centuries in dry clay pots
in musty caves of sheep-herders.

Father lowers you down
the greatest of care
to the arms of
Pieta' Mother.

His ******* angel wings can no longer lift him high enough. His silhouette
stands against the Morning Glory sky. He has not worn cologne
until this day. Now, the perfume of kerosene coats him. His
matchstick countdown has just hit zero,
ignition.

In flames, he launches off the edge of that crisp concrete line. He falls
ten stories, what was once a man, now an effigy not of stone
or wood, but flame which, wind-washed,
splays out as Ringed Plover wings,
ash feathers blown back.

With a crash of bone and pavement, his Chinese Lantern skin the color
of burnt-sienna, the blaze snuffs out. Through yellow plastic paper,
the creamy skinned women rush to his side. Mother,
Sister, Wife, cradle him, the fingers catch skin
which sloughs off in
flakes of
carbon.

hanging on the walk
looking up
minute slowly going by
seconds whisperer in sigh
tick ****
silence of the blinking light
waiting, waiting  
tick ****
second
minute
hour
tick ****

can't seem to write today
sitting here with no idea's flowing
silent's, it's keeping me from writing down the words

frustrated with it all
mind is blank as a white board
trying to think of what to write

time goes by
still nothing is written down
blank mind

oh well

Felt like the steel tipped edges of a fake sword,
A young lover's sting, inclined to make one sob
And feel sorry

But no, not a word
Spoken 'gainst the face of the snob
Never a parry
Nor a word against sherry

you stole my love, from my shredded heart.
you always loved me from the start.
once, while walking in the night you held my waist
tight, the street light made your face a shadow, yet
i saw your eyes gleam.
the hand you had pressed on my lower backs
hold grew firmer, while the other hand slowly
grazed my cheeks.
i was confused and intrigued, and oh so excited.
then the lips that i always used to watch, gently
pressed against mine, i swear you could see me glow.
the little bit of stubble you left on your face tickled my soul
and brought hot excitement across my face.
when we kiss now, it still feels like im flying, like my soul
has never been tied down by chains of sorrow
you make me feel perfect.
i must be to have you.

i had a dream
that i was falling out of time.
the crisp cold night crawled across my face.

it was almost like i could catch the moon and save myself
from this place, the moon shined through my fingers
like lasers to my eyes.
my twisting curls enveloped my face, like sinking down in water.
i shut my eyes and thought of you, thats when i awoke.
to see your bare shoulder, and large powerful back facing me.

i ran my fingers down slowly, starting from your ear.
like a cat, looking for its pray, i slid my
hand to your stomach and pulled you closer.
i feel us falling out of time.