if you delve deep into the fray
where the truly true musicians play
keeping their words and sighs intact
their hearts and tears and words impact
the tiny masses who search them out
to warm their souls and if you doubt
the world around you doesn't hear
your broken dreams
your quiet fear
look beyond the pompous trite
the subtle muddle that holds no light
there is a world though buried deep
once heard enfolds you while you sleep
close your eyes we will walk the moon
your heart and mine will sing in tune

dedicated to Angus & Julia Stone

Each and every word
that flows from
her mind to her mouth,
washes over me
like the waves of
an electric ocean,
the current undeniable
in it's ability to move
my body and soul
to unknown places.

I smile my teeth out
and squint my eyes
as her electric love
beats down upon me
like a radiating sun.

No words can express how I really feel
At least not enough, but I will try still
I'm the silhouette in the shadows
Drowning in the darkness of my days
You can't see it, but it's there
Hidden well within the brushes
That try to paint me a different color but blue
I'm the drawing in the dark
The Artist in plain sight
And I paint myself blue to your adulation
Like the phenomenon of color constancy
I see blue and black, but you
You see white and gold; I'm done
No need to show what's hidden in plain sight
I'm fine I say, over and again; depressed
No words can say how I really feel
The words will never be enough
To make you see that all I am, is ill

Reality and time had been bonded from there inception
a woven masterpiece of continuity,
but what happens when the infinity of both climaxes at
the finite moment of infinity.

Ubiquity was just a flicker, an elongated reference to
what was deliberation. Neither had expected this,
time thought it was a complexity  of reflections that
were neither then, now or beyond. but It was slowing.

Existence, cohesion was a momentary thought,
without reality, what was keeping thought in check?
For when one was to think, realism was strained as
what could be, would be exhibited in the fabric of now.

Reality and time were being deprived of the fabric
that wove them as one, a coupling of eternity.
But time was perceiving that which wasn't far from
the certainty, that its moments were departing .

As all became inanimate, and time stood static.
Reality conceived that she was moments away
from her departing. And she held on too time,
he grasped the reality of what was ending.

*"We are only a moment, a presence that will eventually
end, this is reality this is the meaning of time,