Did you feel the willow blowing?
Self enraptured,  wind so flowing.

Did you watch the wipperwill,
Hunting for worms upon the hill?

Did you hear the whispers knowing,
How to be and willing showing.

Did you smell the winter chill?
Numbing like an oval pill.

Did you taste the salt soaked lips?
Caused by cracking bleeding rips.

Swallows dive low
Like soul from glass blows
Fettered selves know
And wishes, to stars go
It's pretty sad,
sometimes to grow
These times hope shows
But mind does not slow
And hope does not grow
But please try, to glow
Abode we don't know
Alone we all row
As we are stars of this show

When I rose this morning,
With sweat on my head.
I noticed the difference,
And climbed out of bed.
The warmth of the room,
Helped not the gloom.
And no-ones soft breathing,
This place is a tomb.

The  quiet unsettled,
And this for hope.
I dressed up disheveled,
Feeling much like a joke.
Drudging about,
As the clock again spoke.

Into the brightness,
Glad for cologne.
Smelling awesome makes you feel awesome-sidenote
The gears started grinding,
Tires gripping the road.
Music not helping,
As louder it grew
Thoughts ever flooding,
While ashes flew.
The minutes were seconds,
Finally something to do.

Chains of smoke for lessons learned
Eyes to cry where eagles flit and fly
I stand alone again yet burned
Wondering on wanderings mote

Slipping inside, I notice
This was all, and ever wrote
Hereby I, to numb away
How didn't I notice frost?

A signal like a spire among Ghouls that beckon
Lore becomes my empire, while I float on again
Wonton desires cause ceaseless wresting
And shallows felt, bring on the wilting

Caught up again in uncertainty,
as shadows wisp by
Nothing left but wanting
And I wonder if it was altruism

Bells that thunder on like heartstrings
And I'm going through the motions
Bellows loud like eruptions underneath
And I am but a mountain singing

Play pain again
I'd love to feel
The echoes from the walls
Teach me what I'm missing

Frivolous like sounds and disconcord
Angels weep on broken sword
as frost brings on the frosty morn
There is nothing, hope aboard

Your eyes are stars that don't burn out
Crooked grins to draw it out
Light reaches not the bottom
A darker gaze can't be forgotten

Strength removed Sat here me glued
All hope imbued never to lose
Steadfast and sorrow saved for the morrow
And from the night myself I borrow

And listless like a petal blowing
Inside a spark an ember growing
Shadows dance while light is glowing
Wonderings ever about foregoing

Dreams echo in stone walls
Dull sounds like shadows sink
The depth-less mirrors line cold halls
Tomorrows Fall to loss, while I think

There were words, they say
And harrows seemed too, to quake
Emotions drawn on the blank day
And no feelings felt could ever, shown state

Decay like those thoughts
And light shines beyond the wake
Folds in fabric ,free break
And laughter fades with life taught

Showers and shudders from light
And visits from thunderous knowings to,
And earth breaks while beyond strain
Yet eyes smile like learning through

lightning charges only to burn
time to learn and still you burn
run and wait nowhere to turn
try die lie cry fight lose sight and light
train win lose die cry no might
fire pain the ravens mane
flutters and gurgled matters
twitches and no stitches
die in honor and in vain
at least you will escape the rain
die painfully on edges dull
or stomped and trampled by a bull
at least you miss the haze
spores from mushrooms choke you out
or poison from fish in your mouth
no more suffering for the dead
joining by morning stead
ash and pain fall fall down
stay inside your safest town
and despair seeps in through wasted hope
for he

in his eyes there are fireflies
in his smiles, rollercoaster rides
in his laughs, the greatest prize
within his eyes, hide miles of pride
when we play, i feel alive
and in his gaze i feel so shy
i dont want to ever say goodbye.

fall down in new town
and break down while unbound
laughing while melting
and smiling making no sound
finding things hidden
and riding things unridden
while taken long lost unbidden
but leftovers are long given
from raiders undriven
and nonlooking foes unsmitten
burning the smithies
with weeds so pity
the trade and grade
of long lost givings
and unlearnt ideas
melting down in the smithing
because clothes so ripping
cause morality dipping
and effort slipping
and real gifts ungifting

a white eye
saw a bue eye
a pea in a od
white wondered why
blue spoke a hidden cry
white lived and oved
we're killed in the mud
now white has fear
and cant hear blue die

oh that i were a winged bird
floating in the tres
living life brilliantly
oh that i were a creature
high up in the canopies
drifting merrily over foamy seas
calling all my brothers
early in the morn and eve
happily and free
maybe in my next life
a feather'd being id born be
so ever from this mortal coil
id be so ever free
wind currents id ride
and in clouds id hide
oh that i were thee

to run would be bliss
but of you, who would miss
the me i am inside
censor myself to survive
ad what of stability
when everything gets locked in
losing my ability
to keep it within
losing my mental awareness
as i fall apart again
losing all of my hope
and staring to give in
losting my love again
as if id had any more to give
to losing all i once knew
desperation setting in
and here i thought id grew
and here i thought id grew

im a statue
tearing me down
all the time
is everything in my day
acid rain wind and fire
i do nothing but wear away
nothing and noone
to reinforce my cracks
hold myself and many birds
upon my broken back
trial and tribulation, hardships so felt
im an idle tiger, with a stone pelt
nobody is close enough to hurt me
but those so close enough to see
from a mountain i am strong
but closer youd be wrong
nothing cares about me
of what ive brought a long

life can be a wondrous thing
to people who know the key to sing
those marvels felt by all who dream
and love and laugh along with me
the world of change
is not so strange
unless that is
you flow against the grain
a mountain will not move
no matter the force behind your push
but it helps not your efforts when you rush
take note from the morning gale
and live life not from sale to sale
for what are you with a soul to sell
but molasses dripping into hell
the earth breathing serenity
and all you need is to be
flow with wind currents
and blossom like spring lotus
time is constant
have you noticed?

walking so fervently i stalk as i talk
weaving webs of decptions to those i mock
listening for the howling that with my madness
comes. searching for feeling that out my
numbness rubs. id like to say im beyond
greed, my soul ever searching for completion
no the lights flicker in my minds eye.
over realities to my self i constantly lie.
as i relax the colors show through
a strobe of splendors with no absolute
hue. slashes and shapes with magnificient
gapes, pull back the drapes, dont let in the shapes.
abyss so wonderful, a lava lamp beautiful
a lament to archangels, my curses rued by
dark and frilly, lacy things. leather to measure
the desire of pleasure about to gain mould, a
tether by masters controlling desperate hold.
the light my bane, id run if able, to escape
the one true god, so bashfully i fear, as
changes the year, and sprinkles a tear on ground
no sound found, forever bound to this mound, hear.

i pick shadow and also the gallow be it shallow,
i, though serene meander in about
unabsolute things, fears and dreams ring out and
fade quietly by, and because of unseen things, shrill
blades ring true, their marks bringing about
unending screams in the dark, a thousand or
so plucks on an ever blood soaked harp.
play is a silly thing so easily given up by those
the best at it. for pleasure to me, seems critical
indeed, like petting a steed before a march or breed.
pain it seems exists in me and though i know
more than a common thief, it surges in me constantly
causing uprisings and uncontrolled jitterings and workings
silent hopings of red streams plague my dreams but
i still sing and hope to see crimson showerings
and lovely ruy coverings up of flowery things needed
by me to smile methodically as you look at me
and see a seed planted by me on your inner
most workings and machinery, ive the passwords
needed indeed for erasing your quelchings and delvings
deep. im still like a tree ready to be, to end or start thee.

mastery like falling, of sound and sight
in wisps of wind, they float on, in moonlight
down streams of bliss, in autumn night
the chill and brisk, that lightens life.

whimsically drifting, through forests ever deep
as under foot, the twigs give and snap
giving chase to lights, in lands beyond sleep
glowings green, just beyond grasp
an ominous feel abound begins to creep,
as realization confounds, you've lost the path,
laughter and chatter, beyond your heartbeat,
and sweat doesnt mask, that your resolution lacks ,
shadows deeper grow, nipping at your feet,
self surprised at the depth of woods, and also black
the ground is giving more, and sweat isnt sweet
a silver shard of light shines through you, and you fall to your back
overcome by knowing, you sink to your sleep
whimsically drifting, through forests ever deep

All I see is truth,
through these eyes,
I have grown so strong,
I see through lies.

Tonight this pen talks,
Here I am.
And this strength grows,
Did you see it fly?
Did it help you grow?
That's the idea,
Behind those words,
Did you catch your breath?
Did you grow?
When you fell so fast,
So low,
That's what it's for
To climb, and cry,
And go so far, again
And over,
My friend
Those ****** hands, wash clean
But scars build, up your sheen,
Your gloss, your lovely eyes,
Are not lost.
Though you wallow, in pain
Nothing you do,
Is for naught,
as sunshine, follows rain

Folded arms like marshes drained and loathing like a muscle strain . harbored sheen like sparkles gained. To froth as burns the august rain. The mud like drudges furrowing. Shame like wishes without Gain. The soulless writhing, shuddering. Beauty like stars in your eyes through sadness, my effort a warped bough splintered beyond madness. and there is hope they dance in the wind, oh there it's hope so lovely again

Shallow words do justice to these here
But effort bled out isn't to stay near
There was a bright and shiny one
Looking Back and smiling
There were some that floated on and
Some that are still piling
Wrinkle like light falls
Casting rewards of hope *****
Petals dance on water lilies
Flesh is sweet like tomorrows missing
Drinking springs that flow a million
Grassy mossy covered rocks that beg for resting under by. Ever I am seeking laughter.
Crows feet that show pain these blue eyes reflect the sky. An effort given for self and also others just to help.

A wipe of glistening flesh and lingering sighs that speak to depth of chest a smile of deep and hidden things and scars about for passing tests. Live because you can help others strength when they can't be flames for moths and strength for trees

Sleep light like sleet sheets fall
Dream bright like lithe beings fall
woe shines sometimes like worry all
Play pain like paint lays on planed planks all
Lift love to live life like light links fall
Daze right like dreamed draughts in droll days all
Gaze great sight like grand flights might gather all

Heaven fell today
This time less metallic
There were shards they Say
But I somehow kind of doubt it

I'm wiping sweat away
from myself into this fabric
Tracks across last may
In the mid Atlantic

There were words again
To fall away from in me
There I knelt to listen
but lights I couldn't be
A tragedy forgiven

shadowy figures flowing forth from mirrors,
and not a hope or light to slow them,
while heads with features undefined,
attempt to grasp my shattered mind,
and searching through the depths of knowing;
speed the grip that holds me growing;
my self so wanting is controlling,
i seem to be a beacon glowing,
a signal light so ever loathing,
and they get closer, never showing;
feeling crawlings always knowing
as new things exist forthgoing.
darkness brooding never slowing

crimson rains when i see
here i was thinking free
sentences outcried
shackles clamp the lies
solidarity defines me
know i know
arm in arm
no show to go
regressing to masquerades
oh my everglades
rubble upon palisades
only sorrow here creates
watered things to take to sate
metal clangs, i close the gates
and a saddened whimper looks to hate
though anguish is all i can never fake
ripples alter feelings and sight
yet shelter offers no respite
the coldest frost the sharpest bite
with only my soul, around to light
gouge marks sink in
sorrow begins
clouds in my head
as nothing seeps in
all for willing within

hollow empty strong and shattered
hope yet flows, though i am battered
narrow halls hug me
as i cannot stand tall
clouds suspend me
i cannot fall
strength surprising
sharper teeth, the closing maw
and yet i stand
to heed the call
oh here i stand all in all

as i lay so full of sleep
into my thinkings burning creeps
oh lying wading walking true
how the pillars topple through


second guesses bring me back
as again i fear attack
standing tall with tattered wings
with shadows dancing, sorrow brings
in my pain i strive to be
as watching colors fluttering
though hope is hollow i take hold
and steady self though sirens ring
dizzy darkness wraps me up
and i feel the shutters shut
wind carries hoof clatter
piercing lights keep me shut

hope floats away like smoke rings
shadows of dreams and hollow words sing
tears mix with sweat it seems
anguish builds now my dreams
lack of seeing for effort gave
as serenity calls me from the grave
and at what cost only life
but his blue eyes hold me
my fears melt to smiles
his smiles are more than miles
again i see my purpose
pain felt with effort
and sweat pays
my mind delays as i see nothing for my effort spent
and he pushes it away
my lonely life is gladly his
my painful strife is small to give
for words know not
my feelings felt
purpose coursing
fears yet melt

broken man with broken hands
wading through broken lands
broken back and cannot stand
broken soul on broken bands
broken effort brings broken strength
pain breaks me for broken lengths

sorrow i am with broken hands and cannot mend, i look to myself, in my self and my past within. i see burn marks from fires laid, and cannot un marr the wood, i feel pain inside from debts, in myself paid, from thoughts remembered and what i should have done. i learn and am sad, my flower in the wind. i never enough watered or let sunlight in. i die to think of growing strenght within through insight and how i should have been, but my flower withered by me, will not ever know.

rebuilding myself with steel
and diamond core
changed my mask
now for my eyes
no more, no more

why invite with crystal shore
no matter what, it is a chore
but while drawing lines
waves wash them clean
no more, no more

delusions held
but hinder self
ashes gone
and feelings felt
wonder destroys
as dreams yet melt
no more, no more as im rebuilt

insight helps not feelings
as thinking is hard to prove
and love lived not will not do
so through lack of care ill start anew

broken bonds, yet chains hold fast
i wonder daily if i will last
on pain im keen, on pain im king
strength abound, as my soul bleeds
my lady one, id given life, self, and greed
my ice queen used my broken self to succeed
she says im free yet holds my mind
in pain i sink, she steps on me
how can she leave me so behind?
a task at hand, ill hurt no more
as i owe her to fix the score
i mend my soul and tougher grow
and i own up to what i didnt know
but love wont last for her to see
as radically i will change and be
oh pain inside ill grant me strength
if on wings you grant me change

actions without words,
let fly spirits bound
trying without sound
feel like shattered worlds
i lie upon a mound
broken dreams float off like clouds
torn sails flutter
like torn wings
i try to stiffle a shudder

feel the feel of feelings lost
while fighting back the bitter frost
a biting low and striking pain
a setting sun to cool the rain

i break down myself to let it go
and hate myself for reasons too
but faith breaks down like mold grows through
and life lived not cannot be true

in hoping for a bright tomorrow
i only hope to bring about sorrow
and hindsight brings the wise to knees
while courage alone can help you see

but in grasping to stop blood-flow white
i leave myself alone at night
and feelings gone, the abyss is me
because in feeling i set things free

a person is a silly thing