words are better on paper and candlelight
the smell of ink and crisp turns of pages white
the binding creaks and soul writ in
this screen is not the same thing friend
it's maddening for this phone to change my words
ah, how often it does so
as if it knows
as if it grows
what could it show
when has itself,
alone so rowed
of feelings felt
or horrors shown
or magick felt
or fury spoke
or walked along a razors edge
hanging on by just a thread
or strained beyond all known thought
or had a thought that wasn't taught
or quenched a lust
so fervent wrought
or plagued its mind
with glory sought
or told a tale
that others'd not
what a soul
that this thing's got

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.

Haunting again are sounds in the background.
And lights of shape and shadows exist around.
Closing eyes against the wind, to make it disappear.
But resounding chills, I am forged from,
Remind me I am here

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

Old writings are far better
Browned pages in bound leather
smells and feeling preserved
quills gouge the page with words
ink stains the page and mind
days for pages, in those lines
careful crafting under candle shine

Ample time to wither,
But these crystal eyes see through,
Winding halls of glitter,
And colors run together, for you.

When I was taken aback  By that gaze
I fell onto myself, you see
Landing back in old days, In old eyes,
With old ways, not so gray,
Eyes not yet placed away.
Thicker air that waved with arms
And sweeter words from busting hearts.

That I could so here dwell,
And skip by merrily,
I wouldn't feel my torn flesh,
And would be more unselfish,
Crushing plants under foot, (or hoof)
Oh the thanks that i say.

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

hues of Gold light, it seems,
Falls from inside your eyes,
Onto grass on the meadow floor,
And within those daisies I fly.

Shadows wrap the moonbeams,
Which onto orchids climb,
To depths untold forevermore,
Bringing rapture to this still night.

one drop to stop the shop
two drops to get back
three drops to rest on brick
four drops to move from stress
five drops to feel lucky
six drops for selfies
seven drops for flavor
eight drops to soak the mops
nine drops for massive clouds
ten drops for topping off
ten drops to block out the sun

Goals to set so dance to fret
Painting cloaks to taste regret
Flames to let, consume, forget

Absent embers coals inset


Glimmers splinter, minds are deep
Shackle shambles, just to sleep
Jaded gazes, thoughts that seep

Lacking warming spiteful meek

I am full of desperation,
But in a subtle way.
I, a mannequins reflection,
Stuck in trials of objection,
Record deeds in introspection,
to guess how much I weigh.

I look out through the porch above my nose.
and stare there wondering how far I'll have to grow.
To reach those flags I set myself, up in the cloudy grove.
And I just watch impatiently, I know nobody knows.
But in this mire , of a mind that I have built,
I hold to swallow dives,
And long, fast drives,
Mystic nursery rhymes,
although I grip the rope.

If I could be the shadow
Quivering in your wake
I'd slither wide and narrow
To soothe you while you break

If these words showed me
To you for darkened flight
I would write more than these words
But who actually cares

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

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

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

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.

It's funny when you remember
times passed by and misery filled,
The bile in your throat so testing,
limits to your will.

And years go by,
And rain, it rains
And new life grows,
You forget the pain,
And how you died,
And knives so stained,
And (k)nights so low,

But the sharpness in your eyes
The darkness in your lies
The hawk-ness in your strides
The spark-less kiss goodbyes
Speaks honest of your trials
And shows how hard you tried
You broke me, I survived
Now scars show on my hide
But I'm not plotting your demise

I'm stronger from your betrayal
That wound barely opens now

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.

again they said
against the wall
of hope in life
to face this all
recursive action so
pay on you know
the game to grow
so shame so go
so pain lay low
so rain can flow
for May a home
to make and stow
so vain to grow
so watch the show

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.

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

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

oh that i were a winged bird
floating in the tres
living life brilliantly
oh that i were a creature
high up in the canopies
drifting merrily over foamy seas
calling all my brothers
early in the morn and eve
happily and free
maybe in my next life
a feather'd being id born be
so ever from this mortal coil
id be so ever free
wind currents id ride
and in clouds id hide
oh that i were thee

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

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

Wake up empty like cans of joy
Left beyond the abating mind
We are veiled as we walk on
And nothing grows but sand grains.

Nothing causing reaching out
And I cling to my lost voice
In optimistic naivete
I listen for echoes in the world about

When everything feels muddled the next day, was it worth it to convince yourself that everything is better under streetlights when fire flies are dancing and the world is busy being busy.

Slowing down to listen to the world break and you know that for that instant everyone alive or not is aware ofYour actions alone, like you were holding the gun to their head.

And I say hey, hello, to you.
A velvet night to pass us through
Footfalls bounce from stone
As we make the wind our home
This big place shall surely do
Let's embark to through and through
Markers are made for uncertain fellows
But trust within, we'll call our bellows.

We can be hot air balloons, and are of course as vibrant...


and full of hot air.

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

winding ways of moss grown stone
lead me down this path I've known
when we met and starlight shone
I said goodbye to life alone.

my painted picture differed
yours was a sculpture, Sun bleached
mine was coal, from strain leeched
a fate Id hoped, to tell no
but gods are cynical, time shows

here again I am and stand
forgotten how to lay down
feel my mind turn to sand
a mindset that live found
creases beside blue eyes
shows how much that I've grown
echoes in my empty soul
speaks to effort blood sewn

There are voices in the distance
Over hills that roll on beyond sight
The fog comes in slowly misting
And aromas of rich earth there dwells

The faint and hushed words echo
Shrill sounds contained therein
A radiance in the distance around
Speaks to hope fulfilled

It is in the darkness, some find their light

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.

Calm like atom bombs
Burst to fly

Fall like leaves and wind and rain
the eyes that you control are pain
The rides that you have ridden gain
Momentum in your wordings strained
there is nothing to redeem the chained
Branded banded clamped and stranded
Depth of ire in your motions
Death and fire fill your oceans
Beckon more remain you frozen
More to store those cruel notions
Hammered gore glitters the roses
Phantom touches scoring open
Staring blankly, you've been noticed

crimson rains when i see
here i was thinking free
sentences outcried
shackles clamp the lies
solidarity defines me
know i know
arm in arm
no show to go
regressing to masquerades
oh my everglades
rubble upon palisades
only sorrow here creates
watered things to take to sate
metal clangs, i close the gates
and a saddened whimper looks to hate
though anguish is all i can never fake
ripples alter feelings and sight
yet shelter offers no respite
the coldest frost the sharpest bite
with only my soul, around to light
gouge marks sink in
sorrow begins
clouds in my head
as nothing seeps in
all for willing within

melodies exist in your lively smiles,
and effort spent dragged out for miles.
playful moments stop time,
and I would stay to fall, beguiled.

simple motions crafting forms unknown
upon the moon the bright sun shone.
its resonance so absolute in the night.
so here we stand in bands of light.
gripping thoughts that stand upright,
though around is needless plight.
here again I stand
all is alright