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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

;) clever

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

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

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

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