heavy rain from a darkening sky
and buildings  fall

no one knows what will be left
running down the nowhere
where dreams die
on a metal tray
at the hospital morgue

trouser leg pushed up
the search for black ink
and a child's name
begins

perhaps the arm
the hip

the back?

and the children plead,
lie to me,
tell me,
i won't die,
today

and the silent screams
are left in an eternity of why?

foul and bitter hearts
will prevail
on both sides,
this is the poetry of death

I sit here on
my 57th birthday
and listen to
Mozart in G minor.
I'm at peace, finally.
Gone are the
grass stains and
scabbed up knees.
I don't climb
trees anymore, but I
do see them.
The brilliant orange
and yellow leaves,
all cracked and happy.
I can smell pumpkin spice,
and hope smells like
a coffee crescendo.
I had fish for dinner.
It's never too late to
start eating healthy.
Life is a symphony.

i sat in the rocking chair
in front of the window
expecting a long night.

"a broken nose and a broken heart,"
i whisper.

"and 2 black eyes,"
the moon tells me.

"she gives that smile,"
i tell the moon,
"i don't know
what it is
that little upturn
in the corners
of her mouth
no
maybe,
no
that isn't all of it,
a part,
maybe,
and her dark eyes
bright
like a streak of lightening
across a thunder clouded sky
beautiful and dangerous
and in a second,
gone and"

"funny,
what a man is willing
to die for, "interrupts the moon,
pauses
and then," love
is when the damsel
shoots
the werewolf
with a  silver bullet
holds his hairy paw
and looks into his
wolf eyes
and as the wolfman slowly
is turning human
the man
returns that love
you can see it in his blue eyes.
now,
that's, TRUE LOVE."

i put a cold can of beer
on a book of Neruda
love poems
a sacrilege
i know
so i kneel down
and pray
she will read this poem
i'm writing
and it will take her
to some
distant flowered field
but...

the poem never finished.
the letter never sent.
so i'm talking to the moon.

Everyday i walk down these halls Theres laughing
Theres talking
And everyone's rushing.
But today was different.
The halls were bleak
And it seemed as though nobody was beside me or in front of me
No laughing
No talking
Just whispers
And even with my head bowed
I can feel their stares
Not normal stares either
They’re stares of uttermost disgust and disgrace
As i walked forward the whispers get louder
My stomach drops
My eyes burn
And everything become blurry
The first tear rolls down my face and
I taste the salt as it hits the top of my lip
My nose fills with snot
I sniff it in
Trying to hide and evidence of my weakness
But they know
And to them
Its satisfaction.

I remember my childhood yard
There was this big tree
I played for hours there
Under the dark shadow

There was this big tree
Sometimes gone unnoticed
Under the dark shadow
Seemed the place for me

Sometimes gone unnoticed
Lost from the world
Seemed the place for me
I've lost my way home

Lost from the world
Wanting to be found
I've lost my way home
No one looks for me

A moldable world
of fear and love
within yourself
you exist
apart
from the
outside

a sacred merging
between the source
and barrier
a simple dissolving
of the illusion

an essence larger
than it believes
grander,
than a thousand suns
in the skys
of the galaxy

the outside is in,
and the in
is outside

a simple breeze,
a gentle whisper
...
everything  
will
be
alright

you’re a deep canyon.
and I sit perched on the plane’s wing -
goggles on, sipping tea.

from up here,
you're a thin black outline,
a giggle and a wonder.

i went on a life long journey
to get any kind of compliment
and found the quest endless
there must be no parts of me
that rise above the mark
maybe i will die well