Arriving in the corner of my sight
I see you for the first time.

I follow light traces
until they leave the other worldly surfaces.

You look like a ghost,
an apparition,

that’s appeared
only for me to see.

You walk on by
to where my eyes go blind.

I think my stunned looks
have turned you away

and now you’ve passed
beyond the corners glass...

As if in a dream
you return to me within reality

and I see you
as you see me…

as our images cross and merge,
separate and disperse,

we are never to be

re-aligned
*(again).

I don’t think I can even write.

My brains switched off
and I’m all good night...

Naught eye
says sorry.

No harm done.

No contribution contributed.

No metallic frame to scrutinize.

No aftermath of pollutions memory to ridicule,
or another’s to brutalize.

I think it’s just faux diamonds
reflecting in a vagrant ponds eyes…

A capturing gaze
that leads you to malaise…

What else could portray

(the beauty)

that goes *undisplayed...

It was there…
Just sitting there,
for eyes to see
and hands to take ahold of.


The entire day is spent on adolescent thoughts
breeding life into a well weathered mind,
like the first time you climbed
to get to higher grounds
and search around
the whole world contained
within a playground…

Your playground.

And the only limits to be perceived
existed only within your own imagination.

Why not break the fourth wall
to find and gather
and then pull back on your worldly tether
to sustain and remain
well partaking in creativities finest form
and continue the process of awaiting destiny
(the time spent between life and death)

by passing the time as you see fit.

But if you choose to advance
add only and do not subtract,

that is to say that the true
progression of mankind is formed
through the inviting of new ideas
into our universal vernacular
and the practicality of the worlds relation to a dream
grasping from one rung while swinging to the next
continues fluent and the end inevitable,

after all…

The floor is lava and you can *not
not touch.

Enjoy your lover,
for tomorrow one will be dead

and the other depressed,

or the next you’ll grow bored
and you’ll have to find

someone else to impress.

Have a seat;
you’re the only one left.

Find comfort in your solitude
and enjoy the best spot in the house
all to yourself.

Do what you want.

No one's there to judge.

You’re as free as anyone could ever be.

Don’t feel bad
about all the times that were never had,
or all the opportunities missed,
or passed unknown.

And see for once
that there was no right
and no wrong.

Although they spoke different,
they really weren’t...

They put you down
so they could elevate themselves.

Their seamless interactions
came from being known
by with whom they played.

Several inside jokes in a row
could turn anyone off…

And those who insulted
were just trying to do the same,
but they didn’t have
the higher ground to maintain…

So they cut at you
to try to bring you down.

Succumb to their insults
and you will surely hit the ground...

So live in the now.

live for the day.

be you…

and don’t let *them…

Have their way.

Out of the shop
Varnished and locked
Sent to the residencies
Without even a knock,

But left behind
For few eyes to see
The tools that scraped grooves
And all the worn down machines

That left the saw created dust behind
And brushes crusted with all of your grime
I saw it too,
And you were there

I put on a play
And walked to a windows place
Pictures of a long lost time
With me inside

All here still,
But also gone tomorrow
Dealt with with tears
Of some lost who were held dear

Not long after broken
It forever disappears
And all we ever wanted was so near,
But we were too opposed by fear

*The pictures no longer so clear...