Tap Thud Crunch Swish
an endless, fruitless search for that one word
the perfect onomatopoeia
to express the sound of footfalls on a mountain trail

But perhaps that is right
it is not a sound
it is a sound, a feeling, a smell, a thought
indistinguishable

United
United by lightness

Rapid sound of trainers touching earth
Feeling of strength, speed
Smell of sweat and crushed pine needles
Thought of invincibility, thought of lightness

Gone

The legs don't beat
they plod
muscles play games, giving a taste of lightness
just to show what you're missing

then pain. sick and slowly building
ball and chain
slowing
weighting

Stop.

But I need the lightness
need it more than air
more than water
more than food

more than food

Maybe, if they had less weight to carry
The legs would work again?

But who am I kidding
They'll never work
they don't deserve the fuel
the food

can't control the muscles
can't control the pain
can't regain the lightness

Need to find the lightness
won't eat until I do

My thoughts tread barefoot
across the terrain of words
that spill nonchalant from your lips.

So am I wrong to believe
that in between each breath you take
is a heaven made just for me?

An empty bottle washes a shore.
It's contents, like mine
Are gone.
The oceans water is rough,
Like my life's journey so far.
This breeze tonight, is bitter cold,
Like my heart, left sour and old.
I have no thoughts of good nor bad
Maybe a few *******, but who wants that?
It's lonely out here alone,(beautiful as well.)
So I carve these us less words
Upon this old piece of drift wood.
Throwing it from my shore,
To only be found by some other sap.
I think I'm keeping the bottle thou.
No one ever understood me until we met.
Thanks to you cold, rough ocean's tide.
Thank you for this beautiful gift of a new friend.

If you made my portrait, you
would piece construction paper scraps,
brightly colored bird's wings, flat
like flowers because
how else do you capture
a colorful personality?

but even you could not escape the
sunlit-glare cracks, fluttering in
the hot blast of its vacant truths
and pregnant lies and crystal
unclarity, sparkling like jewels
on the neck of a thanksgiving turkey.

Paint the emptiness with a mirror-- that's all it takes
Questions can fall up for all I care
because when darkness lights up your face
reality slides into place
the lock clicks, now let's embrace
and you're in love with a meaningless picture.

I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Do not Fear Me

*******'s hangover

Tangential emotion

Birthed in a string of complacency

Welcome, my Prince of the Edge of Shadows

Illiterate alphabetical
I freaking spilled my soup?

What do you get when all my brain cells have flown ze coup?

The Lion share of burdened
Letters
Watch them while they burn the
Letters

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Childe
Oscar Mike

Let's toil
Let's rile

If everything tasted like wild berries

The flower petals in my mind
The flower petals in your hair

If everything tasted like wild berries
Like anyone ever cared

The flowers in your hair,
Oh, the flowers in your hair.