if i could
i'd lasso the wyoming wind
and ride it like a wild mare to wherever it is that you now call home

you'd find me pounding on the door
     with a bottle of whiskey in my white-knuckled fist
     and a bubble machine eating the paint off your late model car
     and how far i'd come to find you would instantly become irrelevant when you'd smile
          it's been a while

i still catch myself wondering if you catch yourself wondering about me
and the places i've seen since i last saw you
     lacing up your boots and diving head first into the blue of early evening
you didn't even tell me that you'd be leaving

but you did tell me a thing or two
  about the birds
    and the trees
      and the sea
        and your heart
the way it missed beats like i miss stop signs
and you'd once said that it was scared
     always waking you up in the middle of the night
     and telling you that it's alright to want to run
you sure did seem to be good at running

so i swish scotch between my teeth
and atop my gums
to make my tounge believe in singing
and i climb to the tops of the palisades to slingshot siren songs your way

          "oh won't you stay,
               just a little bit l o  n   g    e     r..."

then the record skips
and i slip from my dreaming
back to a shoreline where the washing machine squeeks
and i can be found grinding my teeth
like a lost little god in the grotto

oh
     where did we go to
     when we left to get old
and brittle
     like a tree no good for climbing

we dissolved our youth within the golden glow of nostalgia
marked on a calander long since dead and torched
     that fall when we learned to feel
     and burried each other beneath the heaps of rotting aspen leaves

"until next time, my darling."

I once heard someone say there are two kinds of people in this world
I still think there's wisdom in those words even to this day
The first kind of person: Loves things and uses people
We have all meet that kind a person he or she seems consumed with greed and feels the need to get the most money and possessions and don't  give a thought to  the little people they step on to get to the top, they also turn a blind eye to those in need

The second kind of person: Loves people and uses things
They will uses their money or possessions to help those in need
That kind of person will do what they can to help their fellow man, even if they don't have much themselves
They Love to do good deeds, not asking for anything in return
They take Joy in helping out, it don't matter if they get thanks or not, they keep helping, every once in awhile they might receive a smile from the people they have helped and that makes everything seem worthwhile to them, that type a person makes an excellent friend

Night was rolling slowly in,
casting eerie, long shadows across
the cold, brown grass.

It was beautiful and unique.
No other sunset would be quite like this one
in a million years.

The trees seemed to sadden when their firey light
had dissapeared below the horizon.

Soon, darkness swallowed the landscape
and everything was gone...


m.k.j

thin lines, white with age,
engraved into your skin from hate
made long ago, but they still remain
i see them once, now i can't look away
i sit here and think,
"maybe i'm not really alone"

you and me don't really know
where people like us can go from here
should we get help?
or just stay the same?
maybe we'll keep making marks
just slowly put up walls in our brains

all this pain isn't really worth it
and these scars are getting too deep
longsleeves and makeup can't hide
theses thin, thin lines

it's funny how many of us there are
how many more must go through this?
at the same time, i'm dying,
not knowing what i should do
just trying to stay alive
i'm going through this for you

your skin isn't clean, darling,
but who am i to point it out?
you haven't improved at all
though you have tried like me
but at least i'm helping others
while you just stay the same


m.k.*j

Anger, *blinding redness, blurry vision, shivering images
Every tear you've held in pours out and onto the floor
Crashing down on the tile; anger bubbling in each drop
Clenched fists swinging down in a quick flash

Pain, purple slpotches, red skin, silent screaming
You fall to the floor as you scream without a sound
For they might hear you; calmly wiping away your tears
Clenched jaw biting back your words and pain


m.k.*j

I forget how everything used to be
Because everything I've ever known has changed
And I don't know how to think anymore
How to feel, how to act
What to say, or not say
Or what I should do

I can't remember playing in the snow or rain
Because everything I've ever known has changed
And I don't know what to think anymore
Where to go, where to look
Who to trust, or not trust
Or what I should do

I don't recall laughing with my family and friends
Because everything I've ever known has changed
And I don't know why I think anymore
Why I'm here, why I'm alive
Why I feel, or don't feel
Or what I should do


m.k.*j

We don't
                         always
                                             fit perfectly
                                                                        together,
but at
                 least
                               we can
                                                 always
make
                 it
                             work.


m.k.*j