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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yearning

Numbness
Is
Steady

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.

I feel like air, abundant

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

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

Some dance from necessity.

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.

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.

Skin beyond strain to tear
And the rips remind you to care
That pain makes you the same
So that is a reason to try
Remind yourself, repeating loaded words
That don't click as loudly
But who in the mirror holds that glare?

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

You are intensity
In ways that I can not speak
In days of gold that touch me, meek
You are hours that Gods keep
And rivers running into creeks

A gospel. Reserved for the cracks
That keep me weak
Shallows with the strongest currents
I can't be but keep this churning

Where was I when you were forged
And planes that meld so do not see
The rampant flames that you stoke
In coals of glittering magnitude

Apostles seek

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.

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.

The breaking makes you,
I sometimes disdain this.

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

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

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

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 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

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

;) clever

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

cascading beams of moon on glass
the ripples daren't bother.
perfection within glowing lasts,
far farther than did paining tasks.
speak with tells, and soft eyes fast,
lucky crumbles, yet another
mind and heart so full of wonder
fall in skies of blue hued past
putting back the trekking pack,
another.

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

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?

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

blaming fate, nothing to sate
absconded absence, dreadful state
measure out moonlight to take
measure out moonlight to take

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.

Writing sometimes
Like a flame consuming
Can sate
The world in your eyes
Some moths are beautiful
Some bruises are blissful
Some strain and some rain
Is truthful

I sometimes wish that i knew how i felt

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

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.

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

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

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"

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.