Dingy white rabbit ears
***** from sweat and the dark world
Sat upon a pale boys black hair
The air that flows in colors, drifts

His hazy eyes don't see the light around
Within those colors so abound
The light avoids his eyes
as the darkness hovers just above

Milky greens flows into earthy browns
And shining smiles are marring frowns
He spins in anticipation clearly searching
Though the solid ground is far lurching

The crags create a sarcophagus
And in this valley comforting
He is shapes from in the drops of color
He dances with black eyes upward

The light is not there for him
It cannot permeate his shroud
But melodies exist with him
Always so, and ever within

The sounds provide a reverence
And arms upreach to heavens blind
The seraphs reach to fingertips bruised
And lack of feeling denies him sight

So cludging in that mire faded
He becomes aptly sedated
Gone the lores he so created
Pondering the sounds before

Gripping on him within such havens
He casts out the sounds belated
As if a feeling to be purged
And here stood bereft and sated
Clinging to the darkness there
Spinning in the darkness there
Eyes as lightless as his darkened hair
White rabbit ears upon his matted hair

I'd fill this page with you but my ink isn't black enough

You are words I do not know,
From worlds within and far below,
With eyes required that do not grow,
Comprised of lights that do not show.

You hear and heed not,
In tow I go,
You speak and breathe not,
hope though, I stow.

This ground you tread not,
I still search low,
Your vapors perfume not,
For me on winds they flow,
I know.

Wake up empty like cans of joy
Left beyond the abating mind
We are veiled as we walk on
And nothing grows but sand grains.

Nothing causing reaching out
And I cling to my lost voice
In optimistic naivete
I listen for echoes in the world about

Your words are rocking me,
Jolts like bats flap, and trees snap,
You pull me to and open wounds through,
I am trying to be too busy to remember, but I'm falling in again, who saw, who knew?

When I was running I forgot that I was tired, walking on like hills climb, in mountain valleys within moon shine.
Eyes of fire.

These hands shake with vehemence,
I've not lost for grievance,
Just maybe inside my mind some more
To watch plants grow through impedence.
Clinging to forcing eyes not forlorn.

The worst part of hollow, is filling with non-nice things.

I don't even have words,
For the ways that I don't feel,
I am not the waving of the fields.

I hold onto songs about the moon,
My tides do not swell with her,
I am more the darkness in this room,
Cold, unmoving, absolute.

I am not the motion of your hair,
As he runs his fingers through it,
I no longer even stare.

I Am not the climbing of tree,
I do not yearn upward,
Is there anything to see?
(or be?)

I am not the warmness of your breath,
Clinging tight to your fingers,
And the inside of your chest,

I am not the dreams you make,
As dragons fly by night,
And sparks flow in your wake.

I am not the whispers,
You feel close to your ears,
I am more like distant echoes,

A glass vase upon the floor,
Faster than it can stand,
Becoming evermore,
the likeness of it's impermanence.
The contents it can't hold,
Intermixed with its being,
Becomes a new truth.

We are that which we hold,
when we cannot let go.
Sometimes life lets go for us.

When I scream with those loud, fast songs, it's acceptable.

In spite
I became the world for you
So I could grow and show for you
I hope you'll one day know it too
You'll see it as you're starting to,
But I have grown, so up and through

It's sad to say I died for you
A lot inside my mind for you
And tears ,
Know that they dont flow for you

But in becoming all for you
I've lost my path, it was so true
I'd be in the clouds like you
but this I guess, will have to do
As I have naught a choice since you
Made my mind and left me to,
This life im living blind
Feeling out the darkened hues
As I am not this aching through
It was but a gift from you
And I am stuck and wanting too
But where,
I wear on through these shoes
With who,
I smile to think it's not with you

I have too much compassion for all of this dark.
As if within the turmoil, someone's playing a harp.
Like Beethoven in the most horrorshow happenings.
I try to re-sort things but amidst the chaos, I can't help just laughing.

A person is a silly thing.

Burkowski had a bird, I think I may too. I feel my true smilings, it has to be true.

Vine grows through the cracking stone
and vibrations form the runes in bone
The mist that gathers on my sword
Calls my eyes to the valkerie songs
Whispering to my dripping blood
I shall see my forever home

The earthy smells are rich and aromatic
I quake as I call for wisdom and strength,
My right eye burns and I see
My leather is worn and comfortable
the fire crackles and sparks fly
with every stoke beneath the spit

A pair of wolves in the distance look in my direction, entering an ancient forest. I don't notice the raven pair in the distance watching. I shiver as I feel the green energy growing in me and eolh is calming as I carve it into wood. I am the fire.

one drop to stop the shop
two drops to get back
three drops to rest on brick
four drops to move from stress
five drops to feel lucky
six drops for selfies
seven drops for flavor
eight drops to soak the mops
nine drops for massive clouds
ten drops for topping off
ten drops to block out the sun

I've seen a scene obscene,
The massive masses masked,
a mystery of misty misery
A faux fog fuming flowed forth
Encircling serenely, the circuitry careening,
Forcibly forgone from freely feeding,
On ordained organics oozing offered
Mighty mutants maliciously mauled me merrily.

Calm like atom bombs
Burst to fly

The intensity in your stares
And the stars contained within them
I liken to lichen upon tent stairs,
I cannot really grasp it.

I hope you are feeling right
Like blazes overwhelming
In a fire fight,
I'm here to see the quelling
I rage in out of sight,
Like buzzards nearer dwelling,
Twisted arms from might,
But now I'm just upselling.
Follow me into the night,
If you feel right rebelling,
I've room within my light,
You can use it like a shelling
In case you catch a fright
From all the shadows melding
Into minds that fight,
Like drowning, pressure mounting
Though it isn't right,
Watching without helping
And you could call me trite,
But I am more revelling

i've a predisposition to pretty prose,
i look in your eyes, and stronger it grows,
you are sways from branching willows,
you are songs that nobody knows,
your scent is enchanting, like earth over-grown.
you walk with such grace, your poetry shows.

I am full of desperation,
But in a subtle way.
I, a mannequins reflection,
Stuck in trials of objection,
Record deeds in introspection,
to guess how much I weigh.

I look out through the porch above my nose.
and stare there wondering how far I'll have to grow.
To reach those flags I set myself, up in the cloudy grove.
And I just watch impatiently, I know nobody knows.
But in this mire , of a mind that I have built,
I hold to swallow dives,
And long, fast drives,
Mystic nursery rhymes,
although I grip the rope.

Deep within this enmity
Holding onto equanimity
I've wandered off, a bit you see
my search for truths from history
Cloaked so deep in mystery
Oh, this pursuit, does call to me
As if this task was set to be
An ever worthy inquiry
that I would truly set them free.
I would do it purpose'fully
And clasp on to my destiny
Which I seem, to have been assigned
Nothing else that I have seen,
Could ever enrapture fully
The shambles of my mind,
I take this course on scholarly
And will stand, you all will see,
Upon the the name and mockery
Of my brothers honestly
Who have been berated, woefully
By those base and dastardly,
(And it has been a tragedy)
For this one gift used solely,
mind.

Numbness
Is
Steady

And I say hey, hello, to you.
A velvet night to pass us through
Footfalls bounce from stone
As we make the wind our home
This big place shall surely do
Let's embark to through and through
Markers are made for uncertain fellows
But trust within, we'll call our bellows.

We can be hot air balloons, and are of course as vibrant...


and full of hot air.

You are awesome.

What is this somber aching that reminds me that I am here, as if the shining Sun warmed hearts but forgot me lying near

I tried to bask, and red pain was my reward.
I tried to draw that joy, and ended feeling bored.

The mood set by regret. a poised bird, an egret. Those stones churned and reset the feigned glow of the pulpit.

Shocked awed and shown it, an ever reaching feeling called content.

So play pain again, I'd really love to feel.

When everything feels muddled the next day, was it worth it to convince yourself that everything is better under streetlights when fire flies are dancing and the world is busy being busy.

Slowing down to listen to the world break and you know that for that instant everyone alive or not is aware ofYour actions alone, like you were holding the gun to their head.

I live you
And breathe you
And when we are apart
My skies shatter in rapturous calamities.
I am effort and strain for you.
I am sleep deprivation and sorrow for you.
I am the sweat stains on my collared shirts, and the aching in my breaking self so through.
I am the stress prints dented into my monster cans,
and I am the scars on my knuckles existing deep within.
I am my shaking when I always hold back, and I am the fuming I swallow and pack.
I am the thinking and goal setting through shaking and rain.
And know that I gladly go through these days,
and know that I'd gladly live this again. Know that I'm happy to press through to refrain.
And know that without you, I'd still think this a game.

You are my eyes, tugging in smiles.
You are my laughter, your vibrant clever wiles.
You are the comfort I find in my dreams. You are my sustenance, from juices I squeeze.
You are my sanity when i exist here.
You are my brightness, battling my fears. You are my serenity when I can't hold still. And you are my reason when I can't think clear.
you are my heartbeat, I'll move on, no matter the feel.

And would that you before me lay unbreathing, my son.
I'd pull the gods from the clouds until my last breath unceasing, every one.

I'm driving under the bridge
Gray skies above
Music doesn't enmesh in me
Like heat from the asphalt does
The ground is breaking
And here I cannot see
These leaves I weave between
Are lacking saturation
And I cant feel them breathe
Maybe speed will set me free
Maybe speed will set me free

Sometimes I get a suggestion
It's not so much a sentence
As a nostalgic pull or presence.
Kind of like a good pain
Like pressing a bruise.
And it's the same
But involves pressing out the Sun
And dialing into your depths
And the clouds are many
And things there exist.
And you can sink so low
And you can appreciate horror
And there are no scary movies,
Once you have met your darkness there.
And you get those eyes
And a darker grin,
And shadows exist in the Sun
But you need those eyes to see them.
And ****, does depth exist
All you need is to let go
But, there are maggots in the smiles of friends.
And it's hard to get back if you do go low.
And aching doesn't do justice to the feeling
It's more a rotting, but in a good way
Like pressing a bruise.
And when you laugh it's different.
A deeper laugh, one that lets you appreciate a cackle.
And maybe nothing is real or pure
And maybe you are dead
And maybe nothing matters
And maybe you're in bed
And maybe life is useless
And maybe you'll know dread
And maybe you'll become stuck
Within a mind, that's fire fed.
and sadness feels amazing
If you get far low.
And smiles are for the ignorant
within their blissful shows
And cuts don't matter, as you feel
The numbness match your soul.

you may forget how to be alive
And driving fast is synthetic
Overdose with caffeine to revive
In hopes that you will get it


But there is light in darkness
if you delve, forever deep.
Though ever wary you should be
As demons pull you, while you weep.

There is something to say
For worn leather shoes
Creased from the effort,
And also abuse.

Old leather shoes
don't complain when worn loose.
Nor do they break after bending.
Solemnity,
Ah, black shoe shine glistens
Tread long since used,
it's abhorrently smooth.

They don't fall apart
when broken or battered.
They will lace on,
Though life left them tattered.
mud filling the cracks, tears, scratches?
They keep on, why should that matter?
Finally this, my mind matches.

they drudge on because they don't know how to quit.
I wear worn leather shoes, mine are a perfect fit.

Droll and dreading
Stuck here sweating
Low, the bedding
Pillows wetting
But shadows getting
Close or far
Life regretting
As I wish to start again
Embers inside
Cause my fretting
Not like guitars
I am, your reflecting
And I'm betting
You're not getting
Close or far
A bursting star
Strapped unletting
Within a sinking car
So keep forgetting
On and on
The reason for your
Many scars
Flesh so shredding
Left you, just here
Close or far
Now we're sitting
In the clouding
Of this diving, bar.

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

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

Tear the water, like hollow rain
Bear the shadow, oh the gain
Rip the ether,  tomorrow stained
Shame the statute, like rubble feigned
Saw through those eyes
And mine did change

Lights like, nights fly by
Dreams to make us, wonder why
Flames that flicker, nearer skies
Ample dawns to, ripple high

Winters, wonder
Here I lay
Wanting ever
Just to say
These eyes tremble
Worlds away

I thought you knew,
How you said
The mystery there
Was but, my dread

Embers smoking,
Wisps float on
Ever needing
Just the sun
Someone to climb with
You're on the run

You could be there
For me so dear
Beyond, through this strife
But maybe in another life.

Sullen they say
I stood upon the table
Making applesauce to put inside the gable.

;) clever

To think of feels
That cause those chills
Bruised and Swollen heels
From far rolling hills

The embers that burned out
And the dreams therein
Shivering strained shouts
From woe locked within

And dust is what we are
But lo nobody sees it
Stretching selves so far
Hoping, no you needn't

Pray to lay and soon decay
At least you have the tickets
Mourning on for brighter days
An arrow flown, you missed it

Some pious be
And others filled with rot
Always better be
Or sowing filth, let's not

Hills about as you keep on
And miles apart, lo you'll live long.
Serene is not without silence sometimes
And again I wonder if I was wrong.

Touches of softness to make me second guess.
Litheness to warrant the silk in that ethereal dress.
You are slowly fading, at the expense of my joy.
I fear that I may have expected sensuality and joy.

I forget the moments as I make you into stone.
Maybe it wasn't us, but the distance of our homes.
I am pure ambition, give me tastes of trees.
You are like a nightingale, caught up in the breeze.
What I'd give for you again, call me uncertainty.
But you in touch beside me, might quell my  withering.

I say echoes but they are dying breaths
You are ever soulful, and I am but a wreck.

I've seen things in these days, our battles were nothing.

The silvery strings that hang about
Call within the pulses out
Cling to sides as waters do
But within eyes through and through
Spectre'd forms and thoughts swirl
Marbling ebony as wings unfurl
Lightness consumes all you knew
And speed replaces walls you grew

Sing songs of silence wide eyed
With feelings that could never die
Feel air where you stay
And hope again to never lay
You are but a vapor trail
Off in air like stranger stares

Ill keep this spot
As you remain
In thought

There are voices in the distance
Over hills that roll on beyond sight
The fog comes in slowly misting
And aromas of rich earth there dwells

The faint and hushed words echo
Shrill sounds contained therein
A radiance in the distance around
Speaks to hope fulfilled

It is in the darkness, some find their light

I within my sullen wonder
Slumber onward, dull I blunder
Echoes in me, call from under
Though I find my prize asunder.
Torn it is, within my mind.

This my prize, I'm wholly seeking
Lashing out and even weeping
Low and high, I'm fervent reaching
As bones and cobwebs, pile beneath me
And are all I seem to find.

Visions, I cant help but live so
My eyes dark, that of a widow
Loathsome of the lanking shadows
Flitting out my darkened window,
Figures that do bind me so,
searching in this dreary mind.

And though I hearken to this madness
Constantly consumed with sadness
Breaking thoughts containing gladness
Pondering upon such brashness
a book willing to unbind

Water falls away as wind cuts
Trees that grow through are persistence
Effervescent like stars shine on us
Was I ever even here in substance
Eyes that see through like fog reaches
I am still wanting, but in different places

Here again I seem cyclical
Fear within hence so cynical

The sadness of earth and souls and fears
I guess is what I'm tapping
Though I have forever grasped it
I wonder waking wanting shaking

Why I have these
Why I am these

The wind shakes leaves

When you whisper light into my being
With soft touches that call unseen
I hearken to the floating I become
Where waters in air so twirl
The ground is then, nothing known
When I spark and do unfurl
And all I have is all but me
So will you try again to see
With those orbs that stand out
Like a blaze in this world
You are currents so beneath
Where wind nor Sun could ever dare
I attempt a stammer
As you float by,
moving matter in your wake

Smolder on like watching walls fall
Burn free to encompass tall things, all
Wither within your shell, all is awe
Fortune,  formulation of thoughts called

I wanted to speak something
But am alone afraid
And while I wander on
I think to debts I've paid

I creak when I walk
I think while I talk
My eyes shine, But I'm lost
Stone smiles as you mock

If I could be the shadow
Quivering in your wake
I'd slither wide and narrow
To soothe you while you break

If these words showed me
To you for darkened flight
I would write more than these words
But who actually cares