Yes,
I am dead

I have walked the streets of life
before there were even roads

I twisted my ankle
on the cobble stone

I have moved past the past so many times
that I don't even know

I have roamed the metropolis's made by man
and have found them all below a stones throw

I've met the faces of the characters that dreams wove
just to awaken to pounder what has happened to whom I was to be betrothed

I've seen the tapestry become unwound
spooled in a mound upon the earthen ground

I spoke so sweetly
I was not heard

I yelled so loud
I was feared

I thought so quietly
I was Love

I thought of myself
I was abound for above

alas,
the wise in the weak can never lesson

there is not a sign in life
that left me guessing?

what's left unsaid?

if never the time was taken to be read.

in the fields of flowers
where pollen falls
and nothings there to collect
lies weaves
in the petals veins
in the sorrow that is bleed
from the honey comb that stuck to the roof of my mouth.

what's there if never?

what's better?

if forever takes so long that we have the chance to forget.

and if I had one regret
it would be that regret.

He rushes out
And then
Back in again
In a never ending cycle
Of advancement
And retreat

His legions
Are cast by the Moon
Up above
From which he draws
His battle plans
In the sand
Which are just to be washed away
And become drawn a new

The Sun
Above all
Wreak havocs on his desires
Casting his army into the sky
And moving them into far off regions

But the King of Tides collects
And disperses In careful stratagem

Pushing forwards towards his ultimate conquest

To bring down all the mighty Earth
That opposes his reign
And drown it deep within his sea

(And I've been picking dandelions)

The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud
Over the foliage's luscious green mounds
It billows on its good fortune allowed
Feeding flowers leave stock's
roots underground

Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations
The sun burdens and caresses at once
The bumble lost its edge to pollutants
Overcome in the tepid meadows grace

The seasons start to grow long and narrow
Encompassing the changing of our times
within their altering breadths; to and fro
It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides

She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew
And in her pluck, spring has become renewed

How could true love contain a filtered self?
All we think, say and do is who we are
how could misjudgments tear our love in half?
If so, the course of love will not lead far

Somewhere in the distance lies sleeping dreams
The true love that I've seeked within my mind
Is she looking for me within her schemes?
I'm sure when we find it we'll enter blind

And slowly we will come to understand
The love thats afoot that we have to tend
'fore our names are just pebbles in the sand
When all our charades have come to an end

Everything that was us; buried away
Yet true love always has a place to stay

So humble it is we have to die
No matter how hard we try and try
How humble it is that we have to wallow in our own ****
As the filthy become apprised
The wealthy and well off become despised
the poor and deprived become revived
Turning a blind eye leads to one being poked out
The other left to look upon what was so often left drawn
To swallow even the most gravest of swans
Left to wallow oh how I will dote upon
The word I sought
I sought
And I sought
But they were gone
Gone
Gone!
To where they were frowned upon
I wrote new age ledgers
That I doubted on
And when I'm gone I say at least
How humble it is we have to die
When all we did was try and try
So humble it is we have to die
The freedom of verse
Forever cries

Bitter heart aches can last through lonely rides
I know the exact feeling my darling
I've endured them for my entire life
The calls for eternal understanding

Memories window smiles at the past
And over time I'm reminded again
That the more you look back the less life lasts
Searching for reoccurrence serves the end

a lost love travels cruelly through the night
All along hoping that I would decide
Too much of anything leaves some to waste...
A rotten taste too foul to describe

She's over the shaded eclipsing moon
And our love has come and gone far too soon

I've got a confession

What's my lesson?

Marlin Brando
Flounders
Off the coast

Who can boast?

The host

Steal the roast
And walk away
without even a ******* toast

People seemingly vanish all the time
But where are they if you're in the same place?
And here I sit still writing within mine
Amidst the candles glow I see your face

There is no curse that cannot be broken
Your aftermath leaves etchings on my heart
That equates to what our love has spoken
The emptiness that feels tears me apart

But here I remain, still, right where I sit
Along on my hands I count the great stars
As the path I must now take back is lit
Back, once more, I go to where this all starts

What has been sleeps peacefully in the past
Tenderly taken by a love at last

What is it that you see deep within me?
What fluttering thoughts land with meeting eyes?
What varies between what's been and could be?
When we live so thinly on worldly ties

As you gaze out your spirits window pane
Intimacy takes place in history
Do all these feelings know when to remain?
What is left aft the death of mystery?

A shadow cries beads of blackened lost flecks
Translucent puddles form into nothing
A storm looks within itself and reflects
On how the sun rose it to its brewing

And when I see you, you become my sight
There's no il only courage, will, and might

In the precious time we spend together
I wonder how long a moment can last
In the scheme it feels we part forever
together, at once, it's already past

Silence beguiles it's maddening crux
That makes my mind fiend to find a reason
What state you think and feel is in a flux
Do you want to love in every season?

I know the answer to this question, "grace."
But I can't help feeling responsible
For all the wasted time and empty space
The closer I come a drift we travel

In time spent apart I will not to tell
the way we all ways attract and repel

Your cheeks become tight
After your tears have dried

During the times in your life
When you feel like no one wants anything to do with you

But this loneliness
Is not your final deliverence

You just have to wait through it
For your gracious comeuppance

Whether here, across the table from us
Or they're just a fading rememberence
The radiant truth burns brightly as thus
The stars must confess of their existence

Somewhere, far away, linger thoughts actions
Told through the universe's consciouness
Which are now freely dancing vibrations
Enticing souls with their vivaciousness

And here we are; the long lost counter parts
Lighting the till where time taxed the stars tolls
While the trepidatious mourn hums it's heart
We make our seperate ways as complex wholes

Yet as far fetched as this story all sounds
We are reflections in the stars rebounds

The long lost substance
That money can not depart

You come to me as yourself
You come to me as you fall apart

You do not understand when the time has changed
You do not have tomorrow on your face

You kiss my lips
My lips are gone

You kiss my wounds
My wounds have healed

You live a life
That I could steal

You love me forever
Is forever real?

When is now going to be
When you feel?

I kiss your lips
I unlock your heart

You do not understand
We’re never a part

It doesn't matter if it's today,
or twenty years from now.

You're beautiful.

I’m counting one through four,
in rhythmic patterns,
while handing out compliments.

If we were meant to be
it would be left to me
to ruin it.

But still it's saved through her grace.

I feel her smooth skin
against my palms and fingertips.

Why she’s so self conscious,
I'll never be sure…

I'm just thinking meaningless things
to rouse myself
all so I can please her.

If I thought about the gem I held
within my hands
I wouldn't last.

I’d melt like any cube
closing in on the surface of the sun
and all when we've only just begun.

I could sleep in peace without self doubt
if you'd tell me I'm the only one for you,
and I would say that you’re the same for me too.

We could draw charts from our nervous systems to our brains.

We could deploy when the sea is casting debris out
and spill our love into the ocean
where it could be cast about.

Splashed and dripped upon you.

Swimming in the great salty blue
waiting until the son devours you.

There are endless amounts of ways to tell you, “I love you.”

But in the end
just know that I do.

The wind just waits to catch my sails with the word that you love me too…

It is the soul.
It is the purpose.

What this is
is just as important as,
“What is This?”

The searching in between
is what makes life worth “It...”

It is This.



(Words are a poor portrayal
Of what the soul has to offer)

So soon do we go bye
that it’s almost impossible
to recognize the beauty
before it passes.

They told me to stop and smell the roses,
but the roses have been set loose
and their out of the light before I’ve come to a truce
within my own mind,
or when I look up to the sky
to see the sunshine.

If too long gazed
the blaze will make me go blind.

Dressing up to something you want to be
(or something someone else wants you to be).

Before you know it
your something you never thought you’d believe.

A situation you never thought you’d see
like looking up at a smile to be had,
and held,
and kissed.

Next thing you know you’ve already missed,
as they pass by on their public transit.

For all to see.

Walk into the giving machine
with who you don’t agree,
but holds your fortune by the throat.

Digging a personal moat
becoming remote
and not giving back
until you not only ask,
but also make and take.

She’s here not there,
not waiting for me.

I don’t care unless there are three,
or one less - for you - I feel passion without a bless
and to attest I know that I will.

No bitter pills,
no sorry shrills,
and nothing to ****.

I’m back in the egg,
I’m in the void,
and I’m ready to be re-undeployed.

Even if I get annoyed
I know I’ll come back
to where I’ll be in the stack
and without a lack.

To all who are near
the joiner is clear

...

A flutter of her eyelashes.

Her flicker has forever lasted.

Nothing could turn me away from you…

No frame.

No shoe commercial.

I’m fixated on your conversation…

It brings me great joy to hear your elation.

I like you the way I've seen…

Passing by,
or settling.

I don’t know why that would be a good idea…

I need you near.

I need you here...

But you move away at the pass of a check…

Keeps me in line.

Keeps me at bay...

She told me so clearly,

“Don’t listen to what I say.”

I return to the place
where my heart's been ripped out
so that everyone can see…

I look for the one
who will put it back in its place.

It’s well after midnight
and the world is not a friend…

It’s something you held close,
as it brought you to your end.

I wish to not pretend,
as she looks earnest enough...

It turned to me
out of a magazine
on a computer screen
that I had screened
within a dream.

I felt her hair brush against what I held near…

She was there,
but now she laughs...

Like she doesn’t have a care.

It’s all so sad,
but not the least bit…

Because how you're doing
is none of my business.

A type to be
and the personification
of something I can understand

Look at me
I am your man,
breathing letters
into your hands.

A face that I could love
better than two doves leaving.

My face is a response,
alive and moving in your direction
to grab as passing wings flap.

No instruments of self destruction left,
a slight slander that is actually a blessing.

Could you receive me in perfect congress?

Maybe even with all the people
who don’t know any better…

Or when to just say yes.

With velvet tears
and dyes made out of leers
Who cares who hears?

Let's silence these fears
And learn to be...

And never not,
No more.

They colour in dabs
that spark the streaks
long and drawn
about how this and that

don't correspond.

And out of place
to save some face
within their own space
they end and get back to the point...

back onto the same page.

But everyone's to tell
what words to those who are heard
and never to be
fall friverously on vincibility.

They seem to see...

that the sun paints me
tangerine
and tangents are all
that's ever been.

You've just got to wade it out until
you can catch the next wave.

Then you'll be soaring.

They’re pinned to pages.

Their feelings have flown away
with the last flutter of their wings.

In the index we are all in content.

Filling the pages with our individual faces…

***** we’ve all felt before
make it until the pages fold.

Kissing her in the darkness,
as the binder finds pressure between its hinges.

My larva sits in sacks waiting to be hatched.

A protein batch asks for it’s usual back
and cares so much about when it cracks.

It doesn’t think at all about the beauty that's about to be had
more than the flower it rests it’s legs upon,
or the skin of a fruit in its ripened state,
or now the rigamortus that it stills in its deathened wait…

Wait?

The beauty in what?

The obsessed,
as the butterfly net settles gently on top of another victim.

A classic beige villain cups and cards,
jars,
and pokes holes to breath.

The winged beauty is re-confined
in a place of un-metamorphoses.

Crashing into the walls
like any caged animal would.

Settling on a leaf,
while a female flips free in front of the reflections of light that plays on the atmosphere and condensation.

I clip myself and wash chemicals on my figure,
so I’ll never decay.

Suffer the stage with a name
and play the same pose that impresses without rest.

My cloudy eyes would cry if they could,
but they can't.

And all that I hope for now
is that when my counterpart ends
she’s staple to the page across from me,

so when that book is finally closed
we’ll be face to face
and our soulless remains
can finally embrace.

If you could be with someone who actually loves you
leave me right now.

I am not an anchor tied to your ankle dragging you down,
drawing you into a sea of regrets
like overboard rice
taking on too much water and becoming mushed mash,
so even when you try to save them by throwing a line,
or holding out a stick,
they’re too far gone for you to get a grip.

You’ll go unfed and your soul will starve
when old age reveals it’s long awaited scars.

Same goes for me.

I’d leave in a heartbeat that beats twice
in two.

It has nothing to do with me and you.

But in my mind she still flattens the rice out,
even and nice…

Not undercooked
and still on board
waiting to be rolled cut and served.

To me maybe...

I do not know.

So I wait patiently
with the others in line,
while our opposites wave on bye,
waiting for two peaks to meet
and two valleys
to depart.

That is a certainty
of two caught eyes.

That is the key
to a victorious heart.

Was it all worth being
blown away,
floating on by,
captured in a ray,
and then invisible
without a taste?

The ghastly dark lit place
plays positives
that would not exist
without their counterparts,
or a nagging nuance
that’s overstayed
and welcomes in
yesterday.

You can not hear it
after it leaves,
but only within
a memories dream
where imagination kisses
the glitter of the stars
and their time to shine
is spent on speaking their minds.

I still haven’t thought of an answer
to a question that I had forgotten...
(was never asked)

Before opportunity breaks preparation
and luck flees forever,
leaving usurped substance
behind in an eternal void,
I see the wind changing direction
and what I thought was lost
comes back again to greet me…

Once more
I find the thought,
and then go on
with the rest of my plot.

Sipping inebriation to pass the time.

Desires of an almost,
but not quite,
criminal mind…

A mind of mine.

Thinking and thought out,
like the smoke screen that was blown about
by the atmosphere as it lifted off.

Finally a completed thought,
and it’s too late…

It’s stopped,
or not.

My mind returns to me in a song
that only I can sing along to.

Out of tune to you,
but in line with mine
and everything we all do.

I’ll sit while long ago should have been cut off takes my spot.

An engine turned on
leaves me to believe I’ve done wrong.

A thinking woman figures it out
and returns to remind me…

I’m a shell in my own personal hell
and everyone else knows better.

Remove a sweater
and lose the winter skin,
or hold onto and be tormented forever
in a city where if you know no one
you don’t know me,
and get lost in a world of infinite impossibilities,
and let the warmth surround me,
and breath the clean air…

The air where The Glitter Man
and I both agree.

And forever be free.

Here we are,
there we were,
watching matters
flutter by...

Without sight,
out of mind.
Closed off from the view
that we all carried…

With, or without me…

Or the line passed onto you.

I can see still
a place we have,
like looking back
at the stream we passed…

Laying down I’m taken back...

With a flash I see again…

With not a care
we float on by
on the ground
while in the sky.

I really did like you…

As far as human interactions go.

Beyond the jagged edges of
metallic creations,
or the infinite circuitry
passing through information’s…

Like each other passing through one another.

Take a hood off,
waste a smile.

Cold ice glare,
warm caring stare.

Climb a case,
change your ways
to get out of another's
personal space.

Be yourself,
pretend to be someone else.

Have your day,
or put aside.

Love me blindly,
or blind my mind.

Kiss me here,
or have me never.

Pour the rain,
or clog the drain.

You were a victim too,
but they’re still going to charge you…

Very few get away.

Thinking about a society;

One in all or too many in a singular.

Put in place,
undeserved fate.

Stealing from another me...

Being something
I don’t want to be.

It doesn’t make it any better…

On the contrary,
it only makes it hurt more after.

Walk on by…

One of these times
the machine will stall
and it will be interchanged for
something that will not fail to fall.

Cutting me down to one knee,
or a pollution too powerful to last…

This one last time
I’ll watch her pass.

One look away…

Wasn’t given.

It’s easy when it’s clear.

It’s easier when it’s not.

To walk away…

Regrets for a death bed.

Put a bullet in my head
so I can skip the bit.

Saying goodbye
thinking

I don’t want to die…

Well here’s here
and we’re all going over there...

Prove a point
that’s almost as old as time.

I think she came first,
but I can’t beat this out of my mind.

Something in the way she focuses her lens,
or captures with her eye.

Im beyond oblivion…

The last chance was spent thinking
of who she could capture next...
(What a catch)

And I’m the past tense.

It would be a great big lie
to tell you that,

‘I don’t think about
what it would be like
to be with you…

To lie with you…

To feel your hair against my face
and hear your breath compete
against my heartbeat.’

It would be untrue
if I didn’t tell you,

‘I don’t want to go out
it would only diminish my interest
through all the distractions...

Disturbing my focus...

Bright lights and loud sounds;
answering all the questions of others
cycling around.’

I would have to return to the spot
where we once were…

Then I could begin to truly re-spur
the feeling of when we were just laying
and wish again…

‘...That nothing would ever change
that moment where...


                 you and I…

                
                                  ...lie in place.’

...Doesn't matter where I place my point
when there was nothing there?
I did it anyway.

An outcome so simple to say,
they’ll call me a fool
for seeing this action through.

We are the unlucky ones,
the ones in tune to care.

I’m one world away from turning this dimension around
and I just might do it…

I’m one twisted laugh away from a disfigured joke
to being referred to as that demented bloke.


After all is said,
thought mattered not.

I’m a prisoner in someone else’s mind
and I’m looking for someone who’s blind…

...for someone who can’t see my insides.

The person who best suits me
turns out to be
the most incompatible.

The curse of birth
carries my blood
along with me.

I’d bleed black if the prism ever broke.

I think you know,
but it doesn’t show.

My truth is a little less then a window.

I spin my thoughts around all matters
and feel untrue feelings
just to judge what it all means.

I choose to open or close
until it breaks in and takes all it can
and then I’m left angry and afraid.

I shatter myself and a disfigured creature lurks out…

I regain control by picking up the shiniest pieces
as I try to put myself back together...

Into something respectable...

Into something better...

And I will hate myself
because of last night’s yurinings.
I know it’s not good for my health...

But I can’t stop craving
carving a path
that’s shelved.

I go to work disheveled
and in need of help,
but I can’t stop hurting.

Is it wrong of me to hate you?
Because I don’t.
Although I wish I could...

What does it matter how old?

Don’t you know
that you’ve plateaued?

What are you waiting for
when all your dates are already told…

It’s over before it begins;
you’re dead before you’re born.

Now I'll spend the day
trying to remember all the things
I’ve said…

All the things
I’m going to say…

It matters not.

Both ways are dreaming.

Everything is so unreal…

Reality is screaming at me.

Can you believe it?

I’ve done nothing wrong,
but that’s where it lies.

The wrong I’ve done
is being alive.

Their there when you need them…
Nice and easy.

But they don’t fit the taste,
they just fill the space,
and the real thing is hard to find…

I know.

I search around with nothing in my hands.

A seeking heart
and a troublesome mind
that doesn’t decipher wrong from right all the time.

Getting lost in confusion…
(A great delusion)

If instincts knew
I wouldn't get caught up in brands
one to seven,
seven through eleven,
and twenty four hours a day.

Heaven reigns semi supreme,
as if there’s a chance to get lost…

I can see over your love
to the aisle of her hate
and his getting in my way.

When I pay I put on a face.

As I go home I swing and sway
my waste
in front of everyone’s face,
while two the same age as me walk hand in hand.

And if I were to return twenty years now passed
I would see them the same…

I guess they’re more of the tailored type,
cut to fit and dry cleaned,
hand washed and air dried...

Mine cycles far to high.

Every look carries with it some thought implied.

I gathered and divided
all into the same bin
and I've got the corner store feelings
once again.

The time between talking
leads to the thing to say next.

And if we’ve grown so far apart
to think a thought
that the coherency of our relationship
stops making sense
then I'd wish for you to point out this.

I wouldn't want an act of understanding
leading me to believe that everything is alright,
while you go over inside
about something you're too afraid to express.

Going over the same old things
without a point
can be quite useless…

I wouldn’t want us to become this.

She sees me there in minutes past.

I give in for something that relieves the pain
of things to give.

It’s not without the games we play.

It’s all within itself.

Self contained and exploding at the seams.

And if the end is now
I still want to be dreaming
one last dream
about all the many other dreams to dream.

And so it seems it goes by in the blink of a cry,
or the tear of the eye.

And an answer to the many:
Who would know what's best?

To lurk in the shadows
while waiting for all the dreaming
to be put to rest…

But it appears to me
to be
an impossibility.

Even if this is
The End.

I keep going…

Even though my meaning is misconstrued.

I truly believe that we are even.

A living life that’s unfulfilled.

I wait patiently for someone who
will come and be with me.

It’s not that rejection is my enemy...

It’s that my enemy is me.

I know you’ve heard it before
in a way that’s more familiar,
but what can I say
when I feel so similar.

Where is she?

The same place as me…

Tucked away out of the others
eye sight,
or already passed,
but too nervously afraid to say;

‘It’s not okay.’

‘I’m not you;
you're not me.’

The world turned without a pair.

It was us who interjected purpose,
it was us who tried to find reason,
it was us who wrote the meaning,
and it was us who gave in too easily.

A passerby,
or one in too many…

Could it be so frequent
that it was unnecessary to care?

Or so few that I lost it before
I even knew it was there…

I don’t know what to say about that...

‘Love lost people,
As war seeks lives.’

There I’ve done it.

I’ve crushed a rose
and lifted a bitter note
above an atmosphere
made up of a little more than sound,
but a little less than a passion from
something that somewhat comprehends…

I’m human and I don’t understand...

The sun shines violently,
I light where it’s been,
and together we wander.

We know not of,
Just yet,
Where each other roam…

And before it’s all over
I only hope we find one another’s
hidden home,

as we float towards
the final resting earth
within the icy stone’s storm,

traversing chaos’
insignificant unknown...

alone.

See the beauty of the world,
let it burn a hole through your soul.

Let it be there when you're alone and unknown,
or awake and afraid.

I’ve seen you before
beneath the stack of memories...

You were there and I was free
bursting on reality.

Or thoughtfully giving time
and not dwelling on mine.

The catalyst of hope
in the horrifying abyss.

The creation of change.
A transition into a new phase.

Life’s so full,
Why wait so long?

This is not a song,
but we’re still singing along.

You
(Poets)

Gone are the days where the sun shone its fearsome rays

Gone are the days where the music that was played would raise my troublesome heart

Gone are the days where her kisses turned my insecurities until they were secured

Gone are the days where she would lay upon me and our hearts did beat in their place

Gone are the days where looking ahead wasn't plagued with looking back

Gone are the days where sweet cares were left to dance alone in the night

Gone are the days now left dead in the purest of white lights

Gone are the days for they never really had the right, at all, to stay

(like much of life)

we’re on the inside
looking out,

while longing
for someone

on the outside
to look in