I have too much compassion for all of this dark.
As if within the turmoil, someone's playing a harp.
Like Beethoven in the most horrorshow happenings.
I try to re-sort things but amidst the chaos, I can't help just laughing.

A person is a silly thing.

Burkowski had a bird, I think I may too. I feel my true smilings, it has to be true.

Water falls away as wind cuts
Trees that grow through are persistence
Effervescent like stars shine on us
Was I ever even here in substance
Eyes that see through like fog reaches
I am still wanting, but in different places

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

Rays from banks
To blind with thanks
Too gripping underwater
lived fullly, life sank.

Grays ever blank
Bold lines of black
delineate shapes
Felt fullly, heart sank.

Lights like, nights fly by
Dreams to make us, wonder why
Flames that flicker, nearer skies
Ample dawns to, ripple high

Winters, wonder
Here I lay
Wanting ever
Just to say
These eyes tremble
Worlds away

I thought you knew,
How you said
The mystery there
Was but, my dread

Embers smoking,
Wisps float on
Ever needing
Just the sun
Someone to climb with
You're on the run

You could be there
For me so dear
Beyond, through this strife
But maybe in another life.

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.

mountains to climb
lo paths so high
starting out empty packed
air upon my back
nothing before, except empty sky

stones and earth crunch under heel
and the terrain was an oil painting
the breezes bend my soul of steel
I was glad to be tired of waiting

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

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

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

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.

I'd fill this page with you but my ink isn't black enough

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

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.

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 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

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

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.

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.

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

he sat with fingers interlaced
pondering on just, what to say
lucky they, it was their day
to briefly miss, this grand foray

he held back, since broken May
now had come his, chance to play
with eyes so striking, deep and gray
and fingers gnarled, from decay

he the actor, this his play,
plotting as they, walked away
blood unmoving, through his veins
but smiling deeper, so they say

it was dark out, in a way
footfalls fell he, found the way
mangled hair so, in the way
he kept drudging, found a way

they were closer, he in shade
shadows deeper, gripping day
leaves blew by, one fell away
no-one noticed, or didn't say

this was now the, time to play
fear so taking, words away
in that moment, shades of gray
as he knew not, what to say

smiling deeply, his voice did say
now that your it, count away
you are lucky, so they say
effort given, so hooray

I'll go hide now,you can play
count fast, just as you may
but you'll not find me,
I'll be gone away

All poems are snapshots of places in time

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.

You are awesome.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

The worst part of hollow, is filling with non-nice things.

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.

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

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.

and they walked on like clouds float on
the blood red sun on rivers run
waterfalls you see flow one way
and molds don't notice what they decay

a quiet drum to quell those flashes
canvas white for bold stroked splashes
pointedly naming because of growth grown
awake again because of what my mind knows

bearing what brunt? this is the purpose
in the thicket noises form onslaughts
planting bones to grow dreams lost
and these eyes are sharper now
cutting through balloons in air

I want to hope for old eyes, as if growth was easy

Broken glass speckles butts in the ashtray
rust stains line the dilapidated shed

It used to be sad when it rained every day
Blackness of the coffee is nothing to say
Wallpaper peeling from water stains
clothes in the bathtub clogging the drain
Drafts from cracks in walls from strain or age
either way

These bags I carry around from demons keeping me from sleep
Arent worse than the souls of the celebrities on tv

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

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

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

A glass vase upon the floor,
Faster than it can stand,
Becoming evermore,
the likeness of it's impermanence.
The contents it can't hold,
Intermixed with its being,
Becomes a new truth.

We are that which we hold,
when we cannot let go.
Sometimes life lets go for us.

Where is that road that I misplaced
The crumbled ruins hold in my tread
When I wandered for fruit to taste
I somehow got lost, inside my head.

Telling tales from other worlds known
Keeps at bay, the empty, so grown
I like to wish for pain, I've been shown
When I am but the nothing, I hold

I then attempt colors of skies there
I maybe strain beyond my fair share
But I cannot live with that blank stare
I am more than whispers, don't you care?
I so need that knowing, could I dare?
I just need a moment,
To free myself from ensnared,

But will there ample be,
And could there willing come,
An echo on the autumn sky,
From somewhere far above?

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.

I'm driving under the bridge
Gray skies above
Music doesn't enmesh in me
Like heat from the asphalt does
The ground is breaking
And here I cannot see
These leaves I weave between
Are lacking saturation
And I cant feel them breathe
Maybe speed will set me free
Maybe speed will set me free

Tallow mends
Though wind cuts
Furrowing curtails
Absence missed
Shutter shuts

they say the way to a mans heart is through his stomach,
i guess they never met a poet,
id take feeling and a fountain pen,
feelings soft and vibrant whims,
eyes of fire and knowing grins,
soft spoken; knowing flames dont end
but schnitzel wouldn't hurt either.

i've a predisposition to pretty prose,
i look in your eyes, and stronger it grows,
you are sways from branching willows,
you are songs that nobody knows,
your scent is enchanting, like earth over-grown.
you walk with such grace, your poetry shows.

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

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

I wanted to speak something
But am alone afraid
And while I wander on
I think to debts I've paid

I creak when I walk
I think while I talk
My eyes shine, But I'm lost
Stone smiles as you mock

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,