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

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.

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?

What is this somber aching that reminds me that I am here, as if the shining Sun warmed hearts but forgot me lying near

I tried to bask, and red pain was my reward.
I tried to draw that joy, and ended feeling bored.

The mood set by regret. a poised bird, an egret. Those stones churned and reset the feigned glow of the pulpit.

Shocked awed and shown it, an ever reaching feeling called content.

So play pain again, I'd really love to feel.

Droll and dreading
Stuck here sweating
Low, the bedding
Pillows wetting
But shadows getting
Close or far
Life regretting
As I wish to start again
Embers inside
Cause my fretting
Not like guitars
I am, your reflecting
And I'm betting
You're not getting
Close or far
A bursting star
Strapped unletting
Within a sinking car
So keep forgetting
On and on
The reason for your
Many scars
Flesh so shredding
Left you, just here
Close or far
Now we're sitting
In the clouding
Of this diving, bar.

Beauty becomes you
Surity, exhaling colors
With which i use to see.

Whispers in my ears
Softly question why to be
Ground me.

Gripping tight
The lead i use to flee. In me.
Star dust, so art thee.

Shimmering. You shape the wind.
Reminding me, im free.
Gathering in aethers never seen.

Light shards from moons
Dark mirrors to shine through
In rooms as still as tombs, you move

Raven screams
on stiller days
of brighter dreams
from sunlight beams
bleaching dry
newspaper reams
This air that seems
containing more
that what i breathe
echoes in the distance
just for me
jubilantly


This cracked asphalt retains heat
under the frost and angled seams

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

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.

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

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

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 don't even have words,
For the ways that I don't feel,
I am not the waving of the fields.

I hold onto songs about the moon,
My tides do not swell with her,
I am more the darkness in this room,
Cold, unmoving, absolute.

I am not the motion of your hair,
As he runs his fingers through it,
I no longer even stare.

I Am not the climbing of tree,
I do not yearn upward,
Is there anything to see?
(or be?)

I am not the warmness of your breath,
Clinging tight to your fingers,
And the inside of your chest,

I am not the dreams you make,
As dragons fly by night,
And sparks flow in your wake.

I am not the whispers,
You feel close to your ears,
I am more like distant echoes,

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

Deep within this enmity
Holding onto equanimity
I've wandered off, a bit you see
my search for truths from history
Cloaked so deep in mystery
Oh, this pursuit, does call to me
As if this task was set to be
An ever worthy inquiry
that I would truly set them free.
I would do it purpose'fully
And clasp on to my destiny
Which I seem, to have been assigned
Nothing else that I have seen,
Could ever enrapture fully
The shambles of my mind,
I take this course on scholarly
And will stand, you all will see,
Upon the the name and mockery
Of my brothers honestly
Who have been berated, woefully
By those base and dastardly,
(And it has been a tragedy)
For this one gift used solely,
mind.

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

I push you away because my edges are jagged

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

In spite
I became the world for you
So I could grow and show for you
I hope you'll one day know it too
You'll see it as you're starting to,
But I have grown, so up and through

It's sad to say I died for you
A lot inside my mind for you
And tears ,
Know that they dont flow for you

But in becoming all for you
I've lost my path, it was so true
I'd be in the clouds like you
but this I guess, will have to do
As I have naught a choice since you
Made my mind and left me to,
This life im living blind
Feeling out the darkened hues
As I am not this aching through
It was but a gift from you
And I am stuck and wanting too
But where,
I wear on through these shoes
With who,
I smile to think it's not with you

sweater weather,
let her, better,
never redder,
coldness ever,
shoulder setter,
Then together
feather,leather.

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.

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

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

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.

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

Why to try to be a way
When often it leads to decay
And radiation is steady
That I could be uranium

Maybe when I'm older
Maybe is I'm colder
Maybe if but bolder

Looking, sitting on my shoulder

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

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

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.

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

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

When you whisper light into my being
With soft touches that call unseen
I hearken to the floating I become
Where waters in air so twirl
The ground is then, nothing known
When I spark and do unfurl
And all I have is all but me
So will you try again to see
With those orbs that stand out
Like a blaze in this world
You are currents so beneath
Where wind nor Sun could ever dare
I attempt a stammer
As you float by,
moving matter in your wake

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

To think of feels
That cause those chills
Bruised and Swollen heels
From far rolling hills

The embers that burned out
And the dreams therein
Shivering strained shouts
From woe locked within

And dust is what we are
But lo nobody sees it
Stretching selves so far
Hoping, no you needn't

Pray to lay and soon decay
At least you have the tickets
Mourning on for brighter days
An arrow flown, you missed it

Some pious be
And others filled with rot
Always better be
Or sowing filth, let's not

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

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

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

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

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.

The silvery strings that hang about
Call within the pulses out
Cling to sides as waters do
But within eyes through and through
Spectre'd forms and thoughts swirl
Marbling ebony as wings unfurl
Lightness consumes all you knew
And speed replaces walls you grew

Sing songs of silence wide eyed
With feelings that could never die
Feel air where you stay
And hope again to never lay
You are but a vapor trail
Off in air like stranger stares

Ill keep this spot
As you remain
In thought

I hope you are feeling right
Like blazes overwhelming
In a fire fight,
I'm here to see the quelling
I rage in out of sight,
Like buzzards nearer dwelling,
Twisted arms from might,
But now I'm just upselling.
Follow me into the night,
If you feel right rebelling,
I've room within my light,
You can use it like a shelling
In case you catch a fright
From all the shadows melding
Into minds that fight,
Like drowning, pressure mounting
Though it isn't right,
Watching without helping
And you could call me trite,
But I am more revelling

vibrancy becomes you, when speaking true.
and eyes like marshes cause ceaseless quivers, quaking, ever shaking through
hoping as the brighter morrow, calls to souls with naught but dread,
and darkness takes thee under wings when effort and strain has always by hand, you led
there is hope in fire, and other hope to be, there is rope of light for you to use to gladly be
in that maze of wrapping darkness, there are those who call throughout, but careful be you in that solidarity, or you may become turned about

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

Winding words
Follow winding paths
Winding minds
Filled with winding laughs
Winding cries
Covered with winding masks
Winding hands
Making winding acts
Winding lives
Wind up winding up
Wound winds wind winding hearts
Unwinding destroys
when winding becomes
And winding it's lived
And winding known
Winding winds from muscle memory
And when we wind from winding habits
We become the winding we wind

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.

Here again I seem cyclical
Fear within hence so cynical

The sadness of earth and souls and fears
I guess is what I'm tapping
Though I have forever grasped it
I wonder waking wanting shaking

Why I have these
Why I am these

The wind shakes leaves

lovely comes and goes,
but feeling is forever,
sun rays know
sun rays grow
sunshine nurtures
broken souls

lonely comes and goes,
but warmness is forever,
moon beams know
moon beams show
moonlight accepts
drowning souls