There is
Nothing.
There was
Nothing.
We made it
Something.
But before that,
It was nothing.
These dumb
Pretences,
These shows
Of emotion.
All based on
The face
We made.
The words
We say,
Must we
Say them?
The prayers
I pray
Are all
I have.

The ashes fly
From their bowl,
The birdies squeaking
In their hole,
The jets that zoom
Aggressively by;
But I could flick them
From the sky.
The beach is tamed,
Picture the past,
Bulldozers dozing
Through sandblast.
The locals crying
For their lost cove ,
Two white men gloating;
In their self-made
treasure trove.

In the depths
Of waters deep,
Slowly sink
Where fishes creep.

In the night,
I saw the truth,
Which in the light
Was held aloof.

I watch the bubbles
Jauntily rise,
And feel no water
In my eyes.

Letting go
Of these old lies,
Has made me love
And realize,

Our hearts are all
The same in size,

I'm letting go,
With these goodbyes.

Baby doll,
Don't keep them closed.
Eyes will see
What no one knows.
You leave the room
Of pain and light,
And come out to
Nothing to fight.
The rain begins,
Light cigarette,
And all your worries
You forget.
You don't know why,
in this bad health,
You decided,
Forgive yourself.

I looked upon a tree tonight,
The wind caressed my hair,
And in my broken state of mind
I saw Him standing there.
There once was a flower
Blooming big
With beauty in it's solitude.
I remember my hands with anger
Ripping it without care.
I placed the flower in my room,
The next day it was dead.
And in my heart there was the trouble
And sadness in my head.
I looked upon the tree tonight,
And saw that empty space,
I turned my head, with tears, upright,
And pensive, saw instead,
A bud, still blooming,
And another,
Then another still,
All the way up to the top,
It's true, the tree was filled.
Though I killed my beautiful love,
There's hope in life, and hope above,
And God is here, what I've mourned of,
Is passed, and gone until,
I reach my hand
Up to the sky,
This hope
Is all
I have tonight,
And watch the stars
Above, burn bright,
Oh what loving,
Forgiving
Sight.

Being so young
We do not delve
Into retrospect,
Examination of self,
But I myself
Dramatic and sad,
Do nothing but
Covet things I once had.
In Life, the moment,
We step from the nest,
We're writing our history
With each little test.
Every moment we waste,
Every second we're still,
Is a page in our life book
Til we die or are killed.
Two fully breathed turns
I've been out of school
I've ruined my life
Made myself a fool.
This is the history.
It's now to be mine.
Though I can't rewrite it,
don't mean I'm not trying.

To say it was
"At first sight"
Would be a lie.
I can recall
The sweet look upon your face.
The good-intentioned cool guy.
The offhanded wave
You casually tossed in my direction,
When we were forced
To sit together in the office.
And that day
For the first time
I shaped your name with my lips,
And held your gaze.
I had no interest,
You were too cool for someone
Like me.
And I could never know you, really.
And all
Had
Begun.