Haunting again are sounds in the background.
And lights of shape and shadows exist around.
Closing eyes against the wind, to make it disappear.
But resounding chills, I am forged from,
Remind me I am here

The feel of quaking
Through house and home
And echoes bind incessant shaking
More so now, than ever known.
Bonds to keep to clanking
As gardens seem so overgrown
But this life exists just for the taking
More so now, than ever known.

Ample time to wither,
But these crystal eyes see through,
Winding halls of glitter,
And colors run together, for you.

When I was taken aback  By that gaze
I fell onto myself, you see
Landing back in old days, In old eyes,
With old ways, not so gray,
Eyes not yet placed away.
Thicker air that waved with arms
And sweeter words from busting hearts.

That I could so here dwell,
And skip by merrily,
I wouldn't feel my torn flesh,
And would be more unselfish,
Crushing plants under foot, (or hoof)
Oh the thanks that i say.

There was sludge thickening
As on the flour it pooled
Light that scraped away bickering
Now I'm less a fool

he sat with fingers interlaced
pondering on just, what to say
lucky they, it was their day
to briefly miss, this grand foray

he held back, since broken May
now had come his, chance to play
with eyes so striking, deep and gray
and fingers gnarled, from decay

he the actor, this his play,
plotting as they, walked away
blood unmoving, through his veins
but smiling deeper, so they say

it was dark out, in a way
footfalls fell he, found the way
mangled hair so, in the way
he kept drudging, found a way

they were closer, he in shade
shadows deeper, gripping day
leaves blew by, one fell away
no-one noticed, or didn't say

this was now the, time to play
fear so taking, words away
in that moment, shades of gray
as he knew not, what to say

smiling deeply, his voice did say
now that your it, count away
you are lucky, so they say
effort given, so hooray

I'll go hide now,you can play
count fast, just as you may
but you'll not find me,
I'll be gone away

rampant growth to hold
and confess to dance
chimes of molded stone
flit without a glance

melodies exist in your lively smiles,
and effort spent dragged out for miles.
playful moments stop time,
and I would stay to fall, beguiled.

simple motions crafting forms unknown
upon the moon the bright sun shone.
its resonance so absolute in the night.
so here we stand in bands of light.
gripping thoughts that stand upright,
though around is needless plight.
here again I stand
all is alright

what shimmering dust collects in your eyes?
and what is it, you do, to cease my silent outcries?
painfully majestic, the way that you glide,
when I view you, so serene unknowing,
I regress to past lives, to search for you inside.

you shake the earth, or my knees, with
the whirlwinds from your words, it seems
and I am but onlooking here,
you are hope, I'll stand here a bit longer
transfixed.

vibrance crumbling earth when you move
this world was not made to contain you
the beacons you use to burn with rays through;
stop me short, causing quakings in self, strewn.

your soft sighs crack the foundation beneath us
your sweaty grip on my soul, makes stars splinter
the reason that I breathe through this pain and must,
is to view your splendor once again as time ripples
and all but you is rust.

trembling to keep sight with yours,
this is the hardest thing I've done.
blood is falling from me in pools
but I would die to face the sun.

what are all of these webs
and why are there so many
twirling like a wave ebbs,
they are binding and unfriendly

where have all the flames left
I found some deep within me
I sought a fire, it was long spent
only left there was the chimney

I asked you if your soul burned
you replied, it does so plenty,
but when I asked if it was earned,
your shallow eyes, gazed gently

lo we walk and climb up hills
and dance to let out forceful shrills
contained in cages built of sweat
and sorrow, woes, and true regret

slowly like a car wreck
starting low and deeper than you know exists
a vacuum ball of more than rage so quick
gnawing things you do not know
or why they feel so overcoming
eyes haze at these times
pain like razors chime
and all around is fine
it's not the world or its beauty
it is something beneath the skin
accelerate, this should work again
needle moving and lights start blurring
that growing is melancholy
weaving chess moves at 110
little room for error but I'm alive again
and do not want to get off the ride
blending in again with the sane
I enjoy driving, it is an escape

your eyes closed, you weren't breathing, or barely.
I didn't think about it at the time
how did I see your eyes? Why wasn't it scary?
this proved, I had maybe died.

you see, numbness speaks sometimes
and when I thought on it and didn't feel
I knew somewhere, I was sad inside
but which path had led me here?

it would be hard to retrace steps,
especially without a torch,
and in this darkened depth
I may forever search

I don't feel claws so that's a start
but maybe my teeth are sharper
my leathered skin letting less light in
I wonder if it's also my heart
I think I'll keep it later to ponder
lest I stray, further when i begin

it was only for a minute that my eyes fell away
somewhere deep within this thought.
rose red bouquets turns to grey.
hoping after wandering on this day.
wondering how this snow would lay.
disconcord, Falls to me it seems.
I meander on with tattered seems.
butterflies that float on flutterby with hope gone.
prisons like prisms that trap light inside.
Seers, their visions hold them to listen.
inside trapped and inside themselves they abide.

and they walked on like clouds float on
the blood red sun on rivers run
waterfalls you see flow one way
and molds don't notice what they decay

a quiet drum to quell those flashes
canvas white for bold stroked splashes
pointedly naming because of growth grown
awake again because of what my mind knows

bearing what brunt? this is the purpose
in the thicket noises form onslaughts
planting bones to grow dreams lost
and these eyes are sharper now
cutting through balloons in air

I want to hope for old eyes, as if growth was easy

pictures don't capture essence
though some fools try
fleeting and impermanence define
as moments pass us by
to put things in a mason jar
to try and save a part of life
and miss out on the majesty
of rare occasions, lucky spied
it's never the same

could I yearn for something more?
he said, heading to the store.
he was thoughts of stability,
but always picked up the pieces.
was this his curse for his eyes?
he mused, not yet burnt out from tries,
and what could I give, I hadn't before?
as he slammed the car door.
it was funny to him that he was already here,
and grinned a bit, hoping one might think it queer
and went in to pay for gas.
wondering why life was quick to pass,
and driving again, that was fast.

this seemed to be a daily thing,
living inside an open brain
while colors and stonework is nice
I cannot seem to stay outside,
again he said, getting ready for bed,
it had already been another day.

and if there were a flame, severed at inception
the reunion would be wholly rampant
lights that spake in other tongues,
destructive forms,
grinding down the tallest mountains.

thunders growing from within,
to call about an unknown force,
and burn away a path to be,
creative sight,
burning through as light begins.

what are these hopes
that raise my eyes
what songs play when you are near
what of colored smoke
what a grand surprise
that molds creases where I see this year
what of coals stoked
how they wisp and fly
and all whenever I'm here
these are grand folks
beside to lie
and climb for on walls so sheer
and all this without ropes
that we could spy
and look upon without fear

these words that flow forth,
from shores forged from true mirth
cling tight and ever bind
to images in my mind,

i give to thee
my true soul
flowing forth
as i show
that pain and love
cause true growth.

and life is for the taking
though many so do fake it,
a song of ice, which they live
and malice, all which they give
but this is not the purpose

true strife, i have known
and harps strung do sound low
and course so far and on bone
but give rise to smiles shown
and light eyes to be thrown
to others upon that throne
waking up is to glow
learn this, you will know

mountains to climb
lo paths so high
starting out empty packed
air upon my back
nothing before, except empty sky

stones and earth crunch under heel
and the terrain was an oil painting
the breezes bend my soul of steel
I was glad to be tired of waiting

all I have is hope
I wade throughout this sludge
and there are flowers dotted on the path
I want to sleep this off
but my soul won't let me be still

and here we are again
my low and dull and aching friend
you seem to cling tight to my insides
and squeeze all out, my normal vibes

one night to lose thought
one might've not fought
soul dripped for what? naught.
and here again, on this plot.

this blue ink is red
and our minds so led
our true thoughts became
as our walls were shed

and fear of untruth or worry
dropped me off, a quick hurry
true words so spoken
yet cracked bells are unbroken
me and my friend,
all alone out in the open

a knowing whisper came to me
to speak to me on fear
I stood alone, unblinking, im still here,
when I questioned pain, and my resolve
I learned its name, and kept the scars
one day, the world fell on me
and I was unaware
of how to quit, I tasted grit
and strained while standing there.
my knees were trembling, I kept on
my eyes were bloodshot, im now strong
I one time knew love, but it has gone away.
I one time felt alive, that has given way
I think and hope that harmony can grow,
or once again, ill be alone to row

it's like im someplace else
and those, the looks that grip me
synchronicity describing feelings felt
on this unique, unknowing, journey.
all of my memories melt
and I cannot un-turn me
these moments pass me by
but they are so within me;
you are an enigma twirling
and what we have ive never known
I am like a moth to flame,
but second guess, lest over throw;
I feel as if a kettle boiling,
scents so dancing never known,
I feel as moss upon a forest stone,
wild, unkempt, and over-grown,
these feelings inside never known
a bursting star that'd never shone.

these feelings are quakings high,
that ripple through like tides that rise
these echoes in the distance,
are nostalgic feelings,
how ominous they seem, though comforting;
I feel less but more
these sad days are bright for sure
im better feeling within myself
but life remains and fame that gains,
I hold to flames, and thrive in rain,
I fall down as chains, above the drain
rolling hopes in whispers grow, I am the placid plains;
though effort melds my soul, ive nothing
in everything so down, above below.
molting is, im free. breaking bonds to seldom see
as water currents flow for thee
though life has always been, to be
nether and voids like eyes that see
and hollow holes, to want, to be
I need and yearn and in this stupor
show, how effort sates my soul, and shakes
as I begin to grow

what is it like in here
where weather fogs,
and clouds and drears
and echoes sound,
like whispers shut
and hollow thoughts,
and hopes, so grow
it is kind of like a story, show
of fancy lights in woods so dark
and branches creak
and fire sparks
enchanted is my mind sometimes
like golden rods with silver line
like leather books with wooden spines
and mossy paths pulled from time,
though sometimes it is not so whimsical,
when demons lurking wish to grow
and hearken madness just to show
and whisper nothings in my ear
and darkness is never so this deep
as when I lay alone to sleep
and nothing keeps me from myself
they laugh at candles on the shelf
and screams that rupture souls about
are the thing I'd live without
tortured beings though leak through
the blackness crafted to cease my shouts
and tremblings ever course throughout
myself so broken, I'd gladly rout
but then which stories
could you read about?

like walking in the misting rain
and coats so tattered cloak in vain
and effort doesn't keep it out
but hope tomorrow for the drain
show tomorrow lest mundane
trials mold you, you refrain
from embers echoes howled again
Martian whispers furrowing
and binding blinders hope to gain
your simple pleasures so you made
and life so ending, you are maimed

as I do I stand to bother
with thoughts of clouds
that rise from rubble all around
yet my mind wanders upward

I stifle sounds to stand in cold
and beckon yearning so abound
this little thing that I would mould
though all is fire all around

these sirens haunting so profound
are whispers falling to the ground
and here I bother lest confound
with markings soldiered and unwound
instead of spoonfed thoughtforms "found"

winding ways of moss grown stone
lead me down this path I've known
when we met and starlight shone
I said goodbye to life alone.

my painted picture differed
yours was a sculpture, Sun bleached
mine was coal, from strain leeched
a fate Id hoped, to tell no
but gods are cynical, time shows

here again I am and stand
forgotten how to lay down
feel my mind turn to sand
a mindset that live found
creases beside blue eyes
shows how much that I've grown
echoes in my empty soul
speaks to effort blood sewn

stand down on this path
an angel weeps with your laugh
holes in sight like
frozen might
painful right
and echoed light
words fall away
as you prey
the wallowing involved
speaks to knowing calm
like torn flesh begs
for soothing balm
swans in darkness
afloat mirrored glass
alone float on
while lives just passed
know lo, effort dear
go home
there's no room here

words are better on paper and candlelight
the smell of ink and crisp turns of pages white
the binding creaks and soul writ in
this screen is not the same thing friend
it's maddening for this phone to change my words
ah, how often it does so
as if it knows
as if it grows
what could it show
when has itself,
alone so rowed
of feelings felt
or horrors shown
or magick felt
or fury spoke
or walked along a razors edge
hanging on by just a thread
or strained beyond all known thought
or had a thought that wasn't taught
or quenched a lust
so fervent wrought
or plagued its mind
with glory sought
or told a tale
that others'd not
what a soul
that this thing's got

again they said
against the wall
of hope in life
to face this all
recursive action so
pay on you know
the game to grow
so shame so go
so pain lay low
so rain can flow
for May a home
to make and stow
so vain to grow
so watch the show

lay me down in eternal slumber
these days have tolled me under
crimson rain for things so sundered
a calming quell for lives asunder
bring me down never uncovered
a place beside the mysteries, to wonder
I call out from dense fog, under
singing songs to search and plunder
carry on like days to shudder
ringing out like voices thunder
under plays of darkness muttered

apathy to learn of morning come
and measured growth is all I want.
pain and screams from hands so wrung
and routines exist for comfort, numbed.

feel warmth from memory alone,
and I cannot remember why I try.
when things about, are all I know,
there is a hole my size, to hide.

from behind this picture frame,
I notice glimmers, softer strides.
this trodden stone so worn from rain,
but I stand solemn, beside my mind.

I'm wandering here
and lights are like a silence
bury me again

that was just practice
and this one is the truth
okay maybe not

wanderlust to know
breaking minds, to learn of time
and if shadows grow

hope like tomorrow
raze rows of rose rays rustling
uncertainty knows

planes phase windstreams so
beacons like frozen mounds show
souls sparks shed when stowed

and you spoke with trembling
like towns left blazing.
words that rang like iron hammers,
in halls of stone, with hung banners.
hung like a man left wading,
and time slows when you pass;
my voice spoke, that you'd grasp
but sometimes only grass grows.
and this maze is ever winding
like silhouettes in the darkness binding.
frail things to splinter off,
like moon sings and winds lost.
I digress this effort spent,
it's a tonic like my mind went.
bare low like ever calling,
with eyes changed,
and brightness dawning.

things to change and trust I lust
here I am to stand just past the cusp
strength beyond the rust
feign the skills and bluff
drilling in on things unglued
and presents of essence blushed
presence that resins crushed
be pleasant like the heavens must
and well imbued like nectars too
falsehoods folly summoned who
and not so fragile yet unshrewd
flowers echo feelings flew
grow upright and sometimes through
shadows beckon who but you
mirror dancing in the ****
rampant chanting as you knew
and ended with a thunderclap
something soft like horror lacks

chilled through me
like buttercups of glee
color fading out
like wishes on the sea
so let's do without
and hope to better be
pray no crying out
words so setting free
I am so without
my hope is left with thee
winged creatures
here to teach us
whispers calming
though self is gnawing
beyond babies yawning
and effort is all I am
and hope is all I can

you were here last night
like blood on white snow
the contrast couldn't pass
the melting couldn't last
the beauty was amassed
the tingling was so fast
when I woke you passed
a spirit never bound
a feeling not a sound
thrilling not yet found
my coldest sweat
your deepest eyes
my old regret
your softest sighs
snow crunches under foot
but blood melts sorrow
raptures that we took
standing on the morrow

melancholy where is jolly
it must be hiding ever near
these winding roads
are a stone fir wetting
the shattered bones
exist for letting,
truth flow, so you know
ripped stems, so you grow
tears melt, in white snow
and hope blows, though scars show
a

cloud spheres of ever more
tomorrows are, not to store.
ripples in the shallows here,
distort the visions, held so dear.
knocking like raptures, long departed
to pull back longing, now forgotten
in this moment that we give,
we let live joy, dirt through a sieve.
hold close to these, so lay me down
brim to please, flowers around.
bend to whims, so never voiced,
and as I wish, I grow the choice.

a person is a silly thing

a land forlorn
and summer scorned
the fading faith of shadows born
the growing thorns
and life reborn
calling out for purpose shorn

cradles of creased wood
that yearn for hearths worn
fierce like hope could
black skies to breed storms
pain like these eyes formed
and strain like I would

groping for all things
take away the limitings
shoulder with hot tea
forego the worrying
hold on like steel string
grasp words like knowing
knives thrown for owing
own life like borrowing

am I here again ?
these words are not so working,
always picked the underdog
and is this what's called perfect?

so I went into the forest
and on the tree I had my axe
the chips were blood, oh I'm the purest
where did I leave my mind,
maybe, somewhere in my past.

hope rang free, and I collapsed,
a vessel in an upturned torrent
stand again, as I'm to last,
this perseverance is abhorrent.

I am but a castle, on the shore
and waves drag me down,
crumbling ever before
the sea, you cannot surround
maybe in debris,
forgotten voices will someway sound

When my pen is on paper is yours, and is yours, too, a sword?

Do we hold the world together from equal pressure on both sides of the paper?

Who is it that I see in the mirror, is it even myself?

And when my blood flows into words an I changing the past to help?

Does my pain and toil and scarred flesh speak to you?

Do I write for looking back or for moving through?

Hope like lifting cars overhead
Your wonder Pushes beyond dread
Strength inside to set you free
Why ever would you, want to flee
Effort like broken hands
To grant you strength when healed
Demons vanquIshed and then sealed
Bright like fire, there's your shield
Filter water with your purity
Break through obscurity
Live beyond mediocrity
Love so jubilantly
You create your perception
Live for your reception
Breathe through deception
..but you are not the exception

Live in ecstasy, change your eyes
Remember, Black holes view flies

Thoughts like can't breathe,
Lack of a air
In minds like mirrors shattered,
Without stares
Woeful, tragic, learn to numb
Burning, bleeding, come undone
Fret like this day,
Manic chills
Walk like falling,
Wounded hills
Shapes like vapor,
Rising up
Rage like rancor,
Shunting thrusts
Pain like glass dolls
All the dust
Echoes softly,
Breaking up

Shadows like hurricanes
In minds like weathervanes
Dance for mockeries
While planes are listening
Words to fall away
Like earth to save someday
Pain like wandering
In shoes so weathering
Vain like celebrate
So time is circling
Shame like haunting away
Game like supposed to say
Shame the seeming gray
Wake like muttering
Climb like our day
Blame like want today
Shame like sand astray
And bells like leaves in May
Reign like start today
But fold like colors
Hold tight shudders
Mold like rubber
In homes like butler's
Of tomes like brothers
Some like flutter
While some walk others
Codes like shutters
Hopes like others
Hope for others

Would you walk with me
Another day
This day's turned grey
What to say
I know it's selfish
And it is
But what of mirth
To live, to say
Am I right, and
Could I know?
I have to hope,
We won't grow old.
You see, we are
But candles burning.
And some flames burn out
Some are for showing
And that is sad, another day
Dusty,  and then, thrown away.
But let's not tarry..
These are yours within self
Tears so borne,
To help to melt.
There are words,
Used to define it
I know them not
I'll not deny it.
I know hope,
And I'll try courage
Ropes that bound,
Are now forth flowing
Ever more and to attach
I just hope to lessen cracks
Woe for joy and bad for good
Snow for gripes
Toys for tykes
Glad for hikes
I stood for fights.

But maybe candles burn at different speeds
And maybe they plateau
All there is is hope
All there is is hope