The tide of life
Ebbs and flows
It washed me up
And drew me back out again
I cannot say
Whether this time
I've landed on the same shore.

The shimmering sands
Show me what I want to see,
Stumbling, falling down.

At what price comes change?
I slip out of my cocoon,
But I cannot fly.

No turns, no bending.
Relentlessly piercing in,
The arrow of time.

Say he went to the mountain
To settle a score.
Say he went under the waves,
Right down to the sea floor.
Say he ran away, and don't
Call no place home.
Can't get what he wants,
So he keeps wanting more.

Not simple, not this.
Inexplicably puzzling,
The ways of the heart

If you knew that you were the problem,
What would you do?
If you had to get rid of your self
To fix your self,
Could you ?

There were lines forming in it;
Fractures, small and large.
One in particular loomed large
And broke off, sliding down.
Only then did I see what lay behind it, but
Would you believe me if I told you ?

Out of my way! To the right, to the left,
To the ... oh wait, who are you ?
Let's all snap our fingers, and
Yeah you know you feel it too!
It's this crazy loving feeling,
I just gotta run around,
I just gotta tell everyone,
The devil's coming to town.

He was as if in a trance,
His thoughts far away,
Both in time and in space.
His body twitched
Of its own accord,
His eyes fixed and unmoving.
"Breathe!", I asked him, but he
Just pushed me away,
Shut the door behind him and
Steadily marched on outside to
Join the rest of the
Dead men walking.

An unease, the vibrating,
Restless shifting,
I do not know what I want.
I thought the questions to be
Asked, were "Who am I?" and
"Where do I come from?", but
Too much time has passed, and
Too many false starts, and
Too many dead ends; I am
Filled with doubt, trying
Everything and giving up on it,
All I want is to know once and for all,
"What do I really want?"

I would make you my muse,
If I could only
See you better,
And more reliably.

It is glimpses alone, now,
And visions imagined,
That keep me crawling.

No more time to stand and stare,
A growing awareness of the wear and tear
Inflicted on my mind and body with each passing day,
I move within the confines of my life,
Sandwiched between the roses and the stone.

Pummeling bare wood
Just to get even with me
Doing what was done

If you're happy and you know it
Clap your hands.
If you're happy and you don't know it,
Get some exercise, get some sun.
If you're unhappy and you know it,
Do the same.
If you're unhappy and you don't know it, please do nothing.

A time for hope,
A time for despair,
And now, fortunately,
Bed time.

The universe is not without purpose;
There is meaning in every moment.
Reflect on this, and derive from it
Not joy or sadness, but
Right Understanding.

This is my life,
This is my log,
Of everything I do.
It's not quite prose,
So I can't call it a blog ...
But I still throw everything in here;
I should call it my "Plog" !

Pale white strips
Floating on the water.
A face
Under the moon
That dissolves into stars.
Wandering agents of a
Cosmic gasp
That burst out
When all things were made.

I can get over the things
That other people did to me,
But how do I move past
What I did to myself?

I feel I can burst
The next push is the last straw
Ending my struggle

Ouch
That's just
Cliche
(Or worse,
Convenient)
We don't really
(These days)
Do "love" any more.

My eyes are drooping,
I should be sleeping,
All that's keeping
Me awake is reading
about how **ed up
The  World Is.

Cutting into skin
It moves with rapidity
Leaving me open

The only thing worse
Than life *******
Is other people
Finding out
Just how much
It *****.

Take these grains, and
Fling them everywhere.
Ye shall know the world,
And it shall be
Inside-Out.

Turn yourself to me
I am not without mercy
Am I alone judged?

Lost in the midst of the daily grind,
One of these days, I'm quite sure
That as I write what's on my mind,
I'll write a poem I've written before

I'm sitting
Here, sipping
My coffee, and
Wondering
What you're up to.

Bam! Bam! Bam!
Open up!
It's for your own good!
Don't you see, you've locked
Yourself up within your own
Mind!

Slow motion breaking glass
Descending  along with me
To streets far below

What if the gentle change,
Long promised,
Never arrives?
The state of things
Shall then prompt
A less gentle one.

Judge if you must, but then
Let this much be understood:
All that is good may yet be bad,
And all that is bad, good.

Stop distracting me,
Stop tearing me apart,
Stop holding me down,
Stop ... dissolving me!
You stick to me! Help!
I chop off whatever I can see,
Leaving a few bits here and there,
But it corrodes me still.

The long stretches
When I thought I acted most freely,
Is when I most lacked passion;
For the instant of liberation
Cannot be repeated.

Take my clothes,
Bring me my robes,
It is now time
To go out into the world
Again, to take measure
Of the changes I need to make.

I believe that
You'd believe anything that
I told you,
Except the things that
You don't want to hear.
Clearly,
You like being lied to.

I'm so tired
Of sabotaging myself;
Everything I seem like
Getting a break,
I'm there to ***** it up for me.

A thorn that moved in
Has sprouted many branches
Now twists inside me

Don't you see ?
I don't want to sleep,
Because I don't
Want to wake up.

Slithering through leaves
Something looks at me and blinks
And whispers, "come hither"

Stop dragging along
I despair of carrying you
Stand and walk instead

Words, man!
They don't know how I feel!
What I say comes out all wrong,
Those little devils arrange themselves at will!

They know how much I need them,
I'm a slave to them, chained to them.
I try to talk without them, think without them,
But I just can't get through to you without them!

Is all hope lost? Can I say no other things?
But wait, I know ... I know I can feel without them!

So I don't have to tell you how I feel,
I can just show you.

Oh, look, the sun came up again; but
You already knew that, didn't you ? Waiting
All through the night, by
Moon light.

And yet you say you would like
To bet on it not doing so tomorrow ?

I must leave you then, I have to
Get on with my work.

I feel you are more in love with
The idea of darkness than the
Darkness itself, since you have
Never seen it.

Life against death,
Love against life,
The mind against love,
My self against all.

If you stare hard enough at it
For long enough,
It will give up to you
Its secrets.

I'm tired
I give up
I just wanna
Go
Take that dip now

If I didn't talk in my sleep,
You'd never have found out.

Before I woke up,
I was trembling,
Weeping,
Dying.

The world, reflected,
Looks back: a mirror, a well;
Different, but same.