Why not dig faster
As if you hadn't time
The water may be rising
But why not sit and rhyme

Sometimes echoes
And smiles abound
Forgetting yourself
Isn't worth
what was found

A bird to rise
And bags beneath
And strain to beg for
Just release

Wheat and hazel
May make thee
An orchard merry
Or feet to flee

Somber silence
One prays for
Shallow living
To pay the store

I am living
Inside out
Humble endings
For the rout

Shaking tremblings
lovely shapes
Air connecting
What to sate

Ponder meanings
In moss and stone
As debtors mingle
At your home

Where did we go wrong
I sometimes ask the Sun
But answers are long given
And hardly won

I often ask if it is worth it
Walking down that path
I once wrote of destruction
When I was less full of laughs

I head back, away to the start
I one day returned, and fed on the art.
I am mostly here, I am sometimes there
I have also consumed, ever caught up in care.

Sometimes when I visit, I stay for a spell.
Some days when I live it, I feel the earth quell.
The throbbings in my mind, slow my sense of time.
The fire so throughout, burns until I'm fine.

I dream some days, lost within
Of lovely earth, without man
Of smiles given; helping hands
And the sunshine coated wind

And those moments that I breathe for
Are why I think I live
And push on through monotony
(I like to think it's not for me)
To gaze out from the balcony
At splendors wasted, not on me
So I can hold them, thoughtfully
And to somebody, give
Ah, those moments that I breathe for
I truly couldn't ask for more

In the beginning
on the dew covered grass
with the stars laughing in the sky
her arms found mine
everything was unintentional, as if it was the greatest surprise
us, her, I

In the middle
on the silky sand dunes
with the sun dancing in the sky
the space between her and I, expanded
everything was fast, as if on a planned schedule
us, her, I

At the end
on the flannel sheets
with the fan spinning on the ceiling
the air we breathed, touched, was separated by a glass window
everything was moping, as if heavily medicated

and this time
it was just her
no more us
no more "I"

All poems are snapshots of places in time

It's funny when you remember
times passed by and misery filled,
The bile in your throat so testing,
limits to your will.

And years go by,
And rain, it rains
And new life grows,
You forget the pain,
And how you died,
And knives so stained,
And (k)nights so low,

But the sharpness in your eyes
The darkness in your lies
The hawk-ness in your strides
The spark-less kiss goodbyes
Speaks honest of your trials
And shows how hard you tried
You broke me, I survived
Now scars show on my hide
But I'm not plotting your demise

I'm stronger from your betrayal
That wound barely opens now

Broken glass speckles butts in the ashtray
rust stains line the dilapidated shed

It used to be sad when it rained every day
Blackness of the coffee is nothing to say
Wallpaper peeling from water stains
clothes in the bathtub clogging the drain
Drafts from cracks in walls from strain or age
either way

These bags I carry around from demons keeping me from sleep
Arent worse than the souls of the celebrities on tv