... I hear the whisper growing,
the whisper's fingers probing me deeper than deep.
whispering it's whisper, "live".

the spring waters rushing.
the snow holding on in the warming sun.

Can't move on and can't stay the same.

pages written long ago thrown in a fall storm.
edges showing in the melting snow.
long ago and how it use to be here with me.

Can't move on and can't stay the same.

a day begins,
the sun shines.
the warmth takes hold,
life begins again.

I am ****** because I believed that load of ****.
I am ****** because they said they loved me.
They would have let me die, did you know that?

Sinking under the surface of the norm.
Lacking air , life leaving my body.

I hate them for leaving me to die and judging me still.

Life is simple you know .

The site of you in all that is you soothes me.

My tomorrow holds the sun in its hands.

The roads stretches forever.

I stare into forever, my eyes searching the distant  .

You dancing in the red dirt with those brown legs...

and me smiling .

Dearest Sweet Woman,
You are made of the most beautiful dust in the universe. Ever lighted from above. A dream of the most beautiful.  I can not explain the perfection in you, your touch and glance.  My body melted, my hearing heightened. I am of the most basic form in the most basic of man.  I yearn for your touch and attention.

I do not assume a lot ....

I don't assume the spring will come or the streams will flow again...

when the birds will spread their wings and  breathe in the warmth filled with life.

I just don't assume the winter will end.

you know what?

I don't know when I started that...

somewhere between Key West and Buffalo...

somewhere between the palm trees and the canal, there was living you know?

There was those nights of wonder and the nights of slipping into the depths of the dark.

I don't assume.

So, tomorrow when you wake up and say" I love you", its the miracle of miracles.

...and every day after.

yOUR BOOTS and trim coat
i turned to see your smirk and twinkle
skin a glow and wanting
the ground gave and roof tipped
yOU looking through me into my hidden screen
me. ...nothing but lost in the depth unseen

falling into You

Sometimes...
Caged within
pacing back and forth
wanting to run
through the fields
a new path no doubt
my freedom is all
fleeing the killer me
killing myself with doubt
death by dread
crazy me crazy me
let me out
grandma you were right
the black pill could be a delight
then I do run..
through the fields
across the stream
the air and the love returns
who was that crazy fool?
me

KT Feb 19 2014

The Homeless don't have iPhones

I come home drunk and happy .
Nothing more .
What kind of ******* poet is happy ?
Me.

I believe I can see the future
Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around

Oh, no

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end


I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do

- Nine Inch Nails

FOLLOW your life stream and the timeline stops
the ball is dropped and one slips to the other side
life not ending just changing into multiple worlds
skip time and go to the timeless
the shift moves and tugs
you are in the mindless moments of eternity
your life is born again
life doesn't die it is timeless
follow the stream to the reality
the realty of life is all powerful when accepted
beautiful in its limitless perfection
you are a miracle of life and you are timeless
perfect limitless you...


KT Feb20 2014

A mirage here and there

A yearning to feel safe

I stop at the first sign

Moving on

Searching for a safe place to rest my head

...searching

I found me.