To know without knowledge,
To understand without comprehension,
To wonder without question,
        To see past your one dimension.

To love without sympathy,
To live without a breath,
To sin without infamy,
            To witness your own death.

To remember without pain,
To forget without reflection,
To cry without vein,
   To watch you live without perfection.

Something that cannot be stopped,
elusive. I am loving.
Coming, breezing about.
Heard and felt--
a gushing disturbance,
whispering breath through
Strands of  hair on heads on shoulders on feet
Liquifying globes of blossoming trees,
prancing upon crisp leaves.
Bringing chill and stealing breaths
Burning and breaking down.
Quietly expanding,
        hushed voices,
             growing louder
We will rise in the midst of the falling,
we are the wind--
carefully sneaking through the cracks.

Maybe we will be together someday, when I have moved away, and when we have become strangers once again.


    Maybe I can manage to conjure up the words to once again speak to you, and maybe we will have small talk; you will say you're fine, and I will lie and say I am too, but in my heart I know i will still hurt for you.


    Maybe I'll walk by your shop, and you will be standing outside-smoking a cig, watching and wondering if we could've been something big.


     I remember the day I met you, it's still as vivid in my mind, you drew a picture of a bird with a clock, you asked me what you should title it and I wittingly replied. "Time flys."


     Just like a bird, with a familiar tune, our love and our life flew by, all too soon. That picture entailed how it would end, it meant that one day, you would just be an old friend.


     I'm no scientist, or mathematician, but the only thing I know is true is this: every 7 weeks, your red blood cells die, and new ones form; eventually I'll have a new body that you will have no longer touched.


     So sip your tea, and splurge in your wealth, one day you will look back, and wish you had changed yourself.

I haven't tried LSD, let alone THC, but I do know that your love is a drug to me. The effects that your love imposed on me, are greater than the drugs that you have exhibited to me.
       Some people trip to find their morality, but when the trip hits me, I just realize the harsh reality.
       The cuts, the scars, some you can't see, but nonetheless they are apart of me.        
       You're stuck in the matrix, as am I, but I didn't dodge the bullets that flew by. Life hit hard when my drug of choice ruined my life, because there was a lot that I have had to sacrifice.        
       I'm having withdrawals, I need you in my life, my only friend was you, and now I'm forced to try something new.
       Worst than the last, never as good as you, but it's getting me by- see you next time I get high.

A young boy dreams of change. dreams of fire, flesh, and bone. hoping to be known, feeling as if he will never grow old. A curtain hangs before he's eyes hiding the sin of our flesh. The woman in the beautiful mask tames him with a savage oath.  Despite The horrors of the unknown he is determined to set his image in stone. Prays to a god he doesn't know, dipped in the water chilled to the bone... Gasps for air is he brand new? more accurately muddled.
   He's father floats through the door an idol to the boy, Oh how he did adore him. A spitting image was he's goal, to be the only man he'd ever known. The ignorance of a child is to be admired for when one grows old hearts harden, Words are ciphers, seeking salvation from this pit of vipers.

I shot a man
Erupted his brain into shreds
Shattered his slack jaw with my booted heel, they
laughed when his blood spilled,
flowing and simmering on the summer cement
Who do you trust?

If we could quit and begin again
If my actions had no consequence
If you were able to mask your true identity
If everyone only chased impulsive pleasure
Would we live differently?

I am afraid
that we are sinking
I am certain that we will slowly
poison ourselves until we become immune

Justifying our acquired weaknesses, ruining any and all friendly competition
Ignoring flags on the play that say there are too many
players on the defensive line

Who told you that this is real?
Trapped in one body for the entirety of this consciousness cannot
persuade me that I am here

Take me into the
vastness of smeared pink and blue
Where the birds find

a place to disappear
Lighten this heart of mine, let
me float where winds are

born, where the noise is
lost so that I may feel as
alone as I am,

truly

May I be excused?

My fingers barely connect with the keys
Making letters appear in perfectly straight lines,
Misspellings automatically corrected,
Bland sentences erased and replaced

If I ever wrote as well as I intended to
I would work for my words harder than
they've worked for me
I would form thoughts in shallow trenches
Working out every letter, digging the flow
Reopening blisters and blinking on stinging sweat,
if I ever wrote as well as I intended to

Let my verses stretch the length of the valley
Giving the earth a fraction of what
she has given to me
Let them climb the cliffs, bleeding
nubs of fingers guiding their path
Let my words fall to the sky in towers of smoke

And when I am finished
Let them be swallowed, corroded, and filled
Let them dissipate and separate, for no one else
will I ever write as well as I intend to