I awoke; I had dreamt
That I had lost it.
I looked for it but did not find it.
It was not where I had last placed it.
I diminish every day without it.
If you find it, you may keep it.

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.

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

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.

Exploding inside;
Pain, sorrow, and a longing.
What will come of this?

Crawling through my skin,
The worm nibbles at my flesh;
"You sold out", it says.

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 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.

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

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

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" !

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.

I see what you see,
My dream encompasses yours;
We float together.

I am pushed around
Waves and rocks and tentacles
I float, I tumble

Rest your mind for me;
Is it scarred and bruised like mine?
Together we escape.

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

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 ?

Pour one out for me,
I'm dry and parched and empty.
Nowhere else to go.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

It's a minor thing,
Something I have forgotten,
I can't remember.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Down over the horizon he went,
And her eyes followed.
To want lost people to return,
To want lost things to be found,
Is to wish to be the centre of the universe,
A point to which each falls back,
Its energy spent.

Cutting into skin
It moves with rapidity
Leaving me open

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

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

Some days are sunshine
Some days are stone
Some days it hurts more,
Right down to the bone.

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.

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

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

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.