Well, I can't just
**** myself;
What would
My parents think?!

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

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

All change is
Miraculous, both
Birth, and
Death.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

How do you tell
The difference?

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

"Who goes there?"
No one;
It is a dark street,
But feels like green fields.

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

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

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 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 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.

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

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

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

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

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

The poem in my dream
Was much better,
But this will
Have to do.

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Summer days
Summer haze
Eyes ablaze
With a flickering desire.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.