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.

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

I feel for those who envy;
I envy those who feel.

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.

Summer days
Summer haze
Eyes ablaze
With a flickering desire.

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 wanna stop being so
Self-absorbed, but
I keep getting
Stuck, thinking it's
Too late to
Start now. The
Trick is to realize
There's a whole
World out there.

All change is
Miraculous, both
Birth, and
Death.

All these blogs and news sites and social networks
Are like a crowded stack of loose, unordered
Books and sheets of papers,
I'll-balanced, towering, quivering,
Ready to bury me under them any moment.

Let me climb
The tree, beyond
Where it pierced
Through the clouds.

People think they're talking to me
And getting through
And making sense.
How funny!
Even I can't always talk to me ...

Last night, I had a terrible vision.
(Maybe it was something I ate,
something I read, something I felt)
But I saw
Broken bodies lined up in bridges, over
Chasms of fire and molten rock.
I sweltered in the suffocating smoke,
Choked on the overpowering stench, the
Constant groaning and moaning, the
Laments that rend the air, and my heart.
This was not some other world, some
Fictional world, some
Past world.
No, this was the present world,
Collapsed, somehow folded up,
Distilled, only making visible that
Which was hidden.

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

The cure
Is to remind yourself
That other people exist,
That it is your
View of the
World which is
Warped, and not
Reality itself.

If it's never too late,
Is it sometimes
A little late?

How do you tell
The difference?

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

The mind cannot live for me, that is the mistake I made.
It cannot be easy, because it is not supposed to be.
It cannot be complicated, because it is not supposed to be.
It is supposed to be simple and hard.

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.

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

Tall trees like antennae
Rattling with lightning
The air thick, viscous, resisting
Walking in these parts
Is never fun

Every breath
Is a new opportunity
It's never too late
To save yourself.

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

in those days
I could not tell
the One
from the
Other

What did you find there,
High up on the mountain,
Was it golden treasure?
Or merely corpses?

On the back of the beast,
Being tossed around,
Finding the right moment to strike,
To still it,
To save
My world.

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.

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

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

I hate the world,
I protest it,
But I cannot bring myself
To stop living in it.

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

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

How do you live
In a broken world
And not talk about
How broken it is?

A great wind, like a sandstorm,
Blows through my life,
And I try my best
To align with it.

I thought I was
Writing a story
About a lost kid,
But really I'm just
Writing along to
Find out
What he does next.

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

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.

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

I keep willing the end
Before I start;
Is it any wonder then
That I accomplish nothing?

Are we supposed to be happy
Or to do the right thing?
Surely we can do both ...
Which means
Surely I can do better.

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

Two roads diverged in my psychosis.
I took the one well-travelled,
And it has made all the difference.

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.

Rage, and Fight, and
Bare your feelings, and
Write.

A meandering course,
Accumulating, weathering, eroding,
Depositing, overflowing, separating,
Whose end and journey are
Composed of miracles.

Trying very hard
Not to over-think
While the lack of action
Brings me to the brink.

Judging big and small
Is hard to do.
Would you judge by
Fame or fortune? Or by
Their words and deeds?
And what do you really know
Of the latter?

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.

Your words, your thoughts, give them to me,
Lend me some fuel for my bonfire,
I'm looking for the waste of human life;
Show me the vanities you admire.

The veins of a leaf,
The veins of my hand,
Pumping fluid,
Pumping blood,
Watering,
Feeding,
One moves,
So does the other.
In different ways,
Both are alive.

Out there above the stone wall,
High above the sea,
Sat the cold woman, all alone,
Dressed in her finery.

I drew closer, wary, scared,
I shivered from head to toe.
The air, it was electric,
All those years ago.

I made my way by her glow,
A glow of dull white light.
The stars were out,
As they always were,
But the moon stayed in that night.

I heard her humming,
As I drew close,
A sad and distant song.
"Waiting for you, my darling,
A wait sweet and long."

Then she was gone, and I alone,
In the darkness, wild and free.
As long I live, I shall never forget,
The cold woman, by the sea.