I almost feel like
I could steal the peace pipe,
smoke it all to myself,
and then go around like
the enemy of mankind...

‘Don’t look up,’

I tell myself,

‘It will only make it harder.’

But it’s too late...

It’s already coming over me...

I feel it’s anxious
hooks digging in
beneath my skin.

I’m being lifted up
to where I know that
when they rip out...

...And they always do...

I will fall to my
certain doom.

It’s too late…

I’m already over
the broken moon.

A reflection in my mind
waiting to be pulled apart…

My only regret is this;

How slow of a killer
this gravity *is.

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…

We will be together when the day is done,
but here is where stars and skies and purple lies.

I went away in ill due time
on a fault that isn’t even mine,
but a blackened moons
who wrecked the way
for others after…

Here is where you find the lie...

She said it to just be nice.

It was me all along,
I was the broken arm
in the restless sling…

I’m the unimportant thing
to be despised of,
or left to be carried away by
maggots and flies,
so her hands
can paint my face full of goodbyes.

But it's not like this do I tell of fate.

It’s only in writing do I commiserate
and once again begin to feel…

*Is it her?
Can this be real?!

(silence)

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.

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.

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.

I’m too much of a predator for this place…

Or maybe not enough…

Somebody will strike tonight
and it’s on the face of them all.

This place is as awkward as a high school ball,
but with our chaperones allowance of alcohol.

If I sound bitter it might be true,
but more realistically
it’s just the reflection of the portrait of you.

I stare and turn away.
(out of embarrassment)

I look again
and force myself to turn.

The third time’s where I stick around
and try to figure it out...

To try to learn....

I see dark lights
and friendly faces;
bashful peeks
and longing glances.

It’s not enough to say,

‘Hey.’

You have to scream it.

I wasn’t meant for you
but I’ll make you believe it...

The night will take us all
and tomorrow will take us back.

I’ve been had between them so often
I’m about to crack...

Oh no,
I’ve gone and said it...

It’s there for the stare;

Used and abused
pushed locked cut blown fuse.

I’ve been miss lead by
a beautiful muse...

Yeah whatever…

I know it’s no use.