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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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?

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

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

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,

All poems are snapshots of places in time

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

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

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

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"

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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