Tallow mends
Though wind cuts
Furrowing curtails
Absence missed
Shutter shuts

Fall like leaves and wind and rain
the eyes that you control are pain
The rides that you have ridden gain
Momentum in your wordings strained
there is nothing to redeem the chained
Branded banded clamped and stranded
Depth of ire in your motions
Death and fire fill your oceans
Beckon more remain you frozen
More to store those cruel notions
Hammered gore glitters the roses
Phantom touches scoring open
Staring blankly, you've been noticed

Some embrace
While others deny
But either way chosen
Doesnt change the contents

Writing sometimes
Like a flame consuming
Can sate
The world in your eyes
Some moths are beautiful
Some bruises are blissful
Some strain and some rain
Is truthful

I sometimes wish that i knew how i felt

Beauty becomes you
Surity, exhaling colors
With which i use to see.

Whispers in my ears
Softly question why to be
Ground me.

Gripping tight
The lead i use to flee. In me.
Star dust, so art thee.

Shimmering. You shape the wind.
Reminding me, im free.
Gathering in aethers never seen.

Light shards from moons
Dark mirrors to shine through
In rooms as still as tombs, you move

A sliver of light
Not paled by the dark

A single flame illuminates the light
As if life reveled in it, laughing

What are these mechanics

Rays from banks
To blind with thanks
Too gripping underwater
lived fullly, life sank.

Grays ever blank
Bold lines of black
delineate shapes
Felt fullly, heart sank.

Old writings are far better
Browned pages in bound leather
smells and feeling preserved
quills gouge the page with words
ink stains the page and mind
days for pages, in those lines
careful crafting under candle shine

Raven screams
on stiller days
of brighter dreams
from sunlight beams
bleaching dry
newspaper reams
This air that seems
containing more
that what i breathe
echoes in the distance
just for me
jubilantly


This cracked asphalt retains heat
under the frost and angled seams

lovely comes and goes,
but feeling is forever,
sun rays know
sun rays grow
sunshine nurtures
broken souls

lonely comes and goes,
but warmness is forever,
moon beams know
moon beams show
moonlight accepts
drowning souls

Words that i can't write
Permeations that flow through
binding grips of might
That vibrate only true

Your vision gives me sight
The same time, clouds the hue
of thinkings I'd got right
I Guess i thought i knew

Colors made from light
And feelings that shine through
I can't explain the fright
Of warmth in wind for you.

fish beneath the ducks feet
and beaks to spoon the sparkles,
wind and sun and warmth meet,
ducklings bob within the marvel

gold and blue, the backdrop
with whiteness, fluffy there
waves so seem, to fold and flop
life scented, gliding on air

sweater weather,
let her, better,
never redder,
coldness ever,
shoulder setter,
Then together
feather,leather.

cascading beams of moon on glass
the ripples daren't bother.
perfection within glowing lasts,
far farther than did paining tasks.
speak with tells, and soft eyes fast,
lucky crumbles, yet another
mind and heart so full of wonder
fall in skies of blue hued past
putting back the trekking pack,
another.

they say the way to a mans heart is through his stomach,
i guess they never met a poet,
id take feeling and a fountain pen,
feelings soft and vibrant whims,
eyes of fire and knowing grins,
soft spoken; knowing flames dont end
but schnitzel wouldn't hurt either.

warmth abound while feeling ground
dark surrounds that howling sound
bitter shards gain entry round
joints dont function, they confound
just consumption to be found
statues crumbled in that town
hope is light, so push it down
change with strain, and to be crowned
swimming up, you cannot drown,
breaking binds, their scarrings round

blaming fate, nothing to sate
absconded absence, dreadful state
measure out moonlight to take
measure out moonlight to take

calamity of strong echoes
tearing minds and words
fire stoked by leather bellows
ravens mixed within the birds

Darker minds
play movies of loss
keeping them down.

White doves dot
skies dark with clouds
while tears dot faces.

Words colder than weather
lower angels cold
into holes darker than minds

There are sometimes
no smiles to be had
this is a reason to smile.

Exemplify the feelings shed
by contrasting true these hues
golden Red inside your head
And wind to only breathe in you

I love autumn too

Shoulder whispers in hope that glimmers. Falling back to brace in case.
eyes to see and eyes to be.

eyes that feel and eyes to free.
smiles to quake and smiles to make.
dancing minds so fervently.

glances known that glances take,
Fences shorn in worlds that break.
light that flickers, nose and nape.
Cradling embers, wind to take

You are diamonds,
that fell to earth.
refracting light,
into mirth.

with that sight,
You give birth.

You are words,
unspoken, but not needed.
waterfalls and forests,
Serenity and freeing.

vibrancy becomes you, when speaking true.
and eyes like marshes cause ceaseless quivers, quaking, ever shaking through
hoping as the brighter morrow, calls to souls with naught but dread,
and darkness takes thee under wings when effort and strain has always by hand, you led
there is hope in fire, and other hope to be, there is rope of light for you to use to gladly be
in that maze of wrapping darkness, there are those who call throughout, but careful be you in that solidarity, or you may become turned about

hues of Gold light, it seems,
Falls from inside your eyes,
Onto grass on the meadow floor,
And within those daisies I fly.

Shadows wrap the moonbeams,
Which onto orchids climb,
To depths untold forevermore,
Bringing rapture to this still night.

Some dance from necessity.

The calming air flowed through me in waves, I tried to avoid the feeling, in vain. I held fast to now crumbling walls and wondered shakily what may come in sentences ahead. I peered through the lattice and somehow left my castle unguarded, looking around at the feel about. In a **** they were upon me like the beasts with drool sticking slickly to the fur round their maws. Was this another lesson by fire, why must I become listlessness in the hours held by witches.

Why to try to be a way
When often it leads to decay
And radiation is steady
That I could be uranium

Maybe when I'm older
Maybe is I'm colder
Maybe if but bolder

Looking, sitting on my shoulder

There is a hole in my head,

And sometimes I look out of it,

And see reality.

There is usually enough to keep me occupied without it.

I don't need that hole, but it's nice to have.

The breaking makes you,
I sometimes disdain this.

Skin beyond strain to tear
And the rips remind you to care
That pain makes you the same
So that is a reason to try
Remind yourself, repeating loaded words
That don't click as loudly
But who in the mirror holds that glare?

Fall to be
Life, a sea
To freely see
So calling me
Feeling leaves
Crunching frees
When, but tithing
The freest breeze
Is but every,
Astounding thing
Maybe a remedy
Cradling dreams
glowing streams
Foggy sheens
Making these
Diamond seams
Echoes seem
Frailer things
Which beauty brings
Castigating, floating beings

Though without,
The warmth they bring
Though within,
Melodies teem,
with no strings
Welcoming.

I was glad
Just to have seen

I push you away because my edges are jagged

Yearning

I feel like air, abundant

Resound as you bounce,
Vibrations denounce,
The shattering, ounce by ounce,
As all that you were,
pools into nevermore.

That grip, so slipped,
Your grasp, your wit,
Won't lift you,
Elevating negatively,
And the only increase is momentum,

thank you for reminding me that the world fell,
when skies shattered and tides swelled,
fractured soil swallowed chiming bells,
and red skies raining without quell.

at this point diamonds do define me,
in ways that hope and light beam,
shadows too, but without loathing,
and i want to thank you for reminding.

i began working tirelessly,
on foundations near the deep sea,
and built until i was free,
free from your eyes and wordings.

walls were now a bounty,
and tremors were no longer felt,
and scarring helps to tie imagery,
of what morals are and how to melt.

and one day out, around, about,
i heard an old voice say,
with cracking and maliciousness,
of how the world fell that day,

i was glad in ways for diamonds,
but wondered why you had,
taken pause and how your voice said,
of how the world fell that day.

but i looked down and back,
for a second,
and i kept walking forward,
glad in ways for diamonds,

and the reminder of how the world fell that day.

Rich smells of ash seep into mahogany
Spilled beer and sweat and tears,
Trembling hands rock grains and knots,
Anguish hammered in fist by fist,
Screams inlay throug varnish thick,
Smoke won't consume non-existent lungs,
Sadly.
Whiskey wont corrode a non-existent liver,
Sadly.
Non-existent hearts won't fail from grief known, sadly.

Fire may free you

Flows it through
AS calls the gait
And shimmering
is all but truth in eyes that hide

Eyes that melt as fire dies
Eyes inside that change to fly

Lusting after tainted days
But looking on to sunny rays

Macabre figures that decree
That life is to but, be lived free

Shaking loose from bond and shackles
Forged without.
mandibles gnaw at listlessness and faux remembered sludge and rout.

Do we even own a crown, ravens loose up in the sky

Eggshells that loose from ceilings
Onto hardness and truth
Reeling, Rampant like mirth,
Rampant as tea soothes the fractured binds, of I cannot stand tall. the flavor of I don't think that I could anguish more, reminds me loosely of the **** scent of nothing is real, or matters. I think for that I'll have to shatter, sitting back again on haunches, swollen.

words that define
as splendors so grasp
tight to my soul
and i just laugh

the smiles tug at heartstrings
like warmth, closer, the hearth brings
oh shallow say i, release that hold
lest consume thine mind like paper folds

become abound, the joyous whispers
contained in echoes all for you
they reach out, over, through and through

falter not or sure to bet
that life will lead you to regret
and handsome though you'll ever be
remain you callous, and you will see

fickle fallings fail i see
as i within the veil should be
lo, lowly it does call to me
enticing ever melancholy

I miss that couch, with my spot, and those days that I lost myself and plans; forgot

Absinthe on the Friday night's, my girls were there frozen in time.
I came home to coldness, creaking to put back sad feelings. Walls and lack of care on them, holding in all that I was, at that time. Where did my ambitions go in those days,

Was that happiness? I remember yearning so, but in different ways.

I am a cowboy, gray, at a stool in a smoky bar, in the corner, in my mind, watching movies through whiskey, I don't have a horse outside and my cigarettes take batteries, but the feeling is there, the lacking is there, the eyes are the same. I'm glad for distractions, they beset the grief that I remind myself I'm not.

They take me to a place where just a bit more effort might make me what I'm not.

I find myself likening myself to smoke
Vapor, steam, mist, and fog
I am barely there before I'm gone
And from the worlds I dissipate
Gone from rooms I just now laid
Floating with currents unseen
I am in your thoughts while you dream
But in the background sheen
I am gone from your mind like firefly lights
I am the nothing existing at night
Betwixt the air and something more
As you walk on, ever adored
I am wisps at your eyes,
As tears fall through,
I exist, but in faint hue
Cloaking intangibly,
praying you won't move

Too fast

Winding words
Follow winding paths
Winding minds
Filled with winding laughs
Winding cries
Covered with winding masks
Winding hands
Making winding acts
Winding lives
Wind up winding up
Wound winds wind winding hearts
Unwinding destroys
when winding becomes
And winding it's lived
And winding known
Winding winds from muscle memory
And when we wind from winding habits
We become the winding we wind

Walking hollow
eyes can't hide
Palindrome wordings
Betray efforts beside

And beat within the moths abound
Harder harpings hold to bleeding fingers
Snuffing candle flames to hear sizzling
And all to come so all around

Standing upon that earthen mound
Glitter in nights like shattered hopes gone
Flicker in and out like reasons too
Where they flew no-one yet knew

But slanderous intent called the rout on
Flaming again, but only singing that song
And floating in dreams like lilies
Though that was before the fog

Holding to strength by the color of red
The tasted iron reminded ideals lead

Drudge on despite complacency
But ever glad for absurd ambitions

Where is that road that I misplaced
The crumbled ruins hold in my tread
When I wandered for fruit to taste
I somehow got lost, inside my head.

Telling tales from other worlds known
Keeps at bay, the empty, so grown
I like to wish for pain, I've been shown
When I am but the nothing, I hold

I then attempt colors of skies there
I maybe strain beyond my fair share
But I cannot live with that blank stare
I am more than whispers, don't you care?
I so need that knowing, could I dare?
I just need a moment,
To free myself from ensnared,

But will there ample be,
And could there willing come,
An echo on the autumn sky,
From somewhere far above?

Goals to set so dance to fret
Painting cloaks to taste regret
Flames to let, consume, forget

Absent embers coals inset


Glimmers splinter, minds are deep
Shackle shambles, just to sleep
Jaded gazes, thoughts that seep

Lacking warming spiteful meek

We were the eulogy
Of that lost world
And signs we see
To dead ends furled
Help us happy be
Like shel's sight fueled
Embracing tranquility
As if hope pulled
From passages in me
Without pain hurled
As if it was all to be

I'm sorry to play this out
Natural and organic
Feelings that mesh with butterflies

I'd grab your hand as you were walking
Follow me I know a place
Time thats falling on its face

There is a high rise
And we can look down as Gods
Conveniently there is also a church

And that pavilion eroding into nevermore
Has room for out hearts
We can try again

Falling beats for softer chatter
Holding ropes, that bells sing on
And the world will wait for another minute

After all what really matters

That great tree completes the scene
And winds that climb that high
Know what really matters

You are intensity
In ways that I can not speak
In days of gold that touch me, meek
You are hours that Gods keep
And rivers running into creeks

A gospel. Reserved for the cracks
That keep me weak
Shallows with the strongest currents
I can't be but keep this churning

Where was I when you were forged
And planes that meld so do not see
The rampant flames that you stoke
In coals of glittering magnitude

Apostles seek