you know, I’m already in your head,
and everything I’ve ever said,
you’ll think about ‘til after you’re dead.

because my words they meant the most,
and I’m the only one who got so close,
to getting rid of all those messed up ghosts.

but now maybe you’ve gained one more,
and I’ll haunt you to even the score,
and yeah, this definitely means war.

‘cause I’ll fight through death to win,
but I’d rather you just gave in,
‘cause baby, you’re like Berlin,

and your wall’s gotta come down eventually.

Every morning my first thought is you,
In the evening thats when i want you too,
All throughout the day youre all thats on my mind,
You are everything your beauty is sublime,
I'm sitting here right now as happy as can be,
My heart is yours now youre all i see,
A chorus of song that sings your name,
You came along and life is not the same,
I am the canvas you paint,
You are the chosen one the saint,
For all my sins you forgive,
You are the reason i am here i live,
I love you more each day,
Youre the love thats here to stay.

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say.

I.
Last year’s winter left a blanket of snow
So thick that all I see when I close my eyes
Is pure white icing and the taste on my lips
Is that of snowflakes dissolving on your tongue
You came out of nowhere into my winter storm
Crashed your truck head on into an innocent telephone pole
It was lost, I think, and can’t be blamed for you
Leaving your tire tracks in my slowly melting snowbank
Of a heart—oh who am I kidding, it was
Hot blacktop this whole time, perfect canvas for
Swirling curves of your fountain pen tires,
No *** holes, no frost heaves, just flat black tar.
And magically you found a shade darker than dark
With which to leave your pavement tattoo.

II.
I am a ghost in your house
Haunting shadows, for some reason even
In the light of day I still feel like I’m in the dark
And the silence so thick it smothers the blaring
Television and echoes so loudly I think my ears might
Fall off should I decide to take one false step across
Your floors and wake the dead.
My funeral was forgotten.
I died before my foot could even step above the
Threshold, six inches from the mahogany porch
That would still be standing should earthquakes
Shake us in our boots and dig up our roots
And your house could be razed to the ground but
This porch would stay,
Along with me, standing here, hand poised
Afraid to knock.

III.
I met you somewhere in between the
First hard frost of November and the first real
Snow of the holiday season—either way there was
A glaze of something cold across the whole city
And I swear to you I’d never recognize the place
Where you watched me flirt with disaster
And I watched you live out the end of
A chapter of your life in half-time.
If you showed it to me in broad daylight
It would be nothing but another quiet
Empty room for my spirit to haunt with
Linoleum floors and the faint smell of Jack Daniels’.
You could pour me a glass but
All I’d taste is snowflakes on my tongue.

My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps
through my reading and writing in bed,
the half-whispered lines,
manuscripts piled between us,

but in the deep part of night
when her beeper sounds
she bolts awake to return the page
of a patient afraid he'll **** himself.

She sits in her robe in the kitchen,
listening to the anguished voice
on the phone. She becomes
the vessel that contains his fear,

someone he can trust to tell
things I would tell to a poem.

Sea is the sister of dear Mr. Skies

Who looks upon her temper with kindly grey eyes

And listens to the music of her cries.

Never doubt your darkest days,
for at the bottom of everything there exists a truth truer than we deserve.

A light
only seen when all others fail-
it shines upon the roots of our follies,
the core of our discontent,
and all we stole from God.

Here is the greatest moment of your existence
stand beside the sun and chase the moon across the sky.

there are drops that tremble
along the edges of my glass--
i stare into them, trying
to see how they cradle blood
in their atoms.
they yield none of their secrets.
they slide
unnoticed
through my veins.
they are crystals that emerge
gracelessly, unheeded
to ponder the airless spaces
that clutter my lungs.
tonight they roam like ghosts
to the unclean surfaces of skin that
stretch grudgingly across my bones.
they tremble
to the lights.
they are silver pepper
that sting my cells alive yet
i can't feel them singing.
they inhabit me
and uninhabit me too quickly
for me to invite them home.
they find no home in me, only
poison
to **** into their loving atoms
blindly, uncaring
that they are contaminated with
my waste, my blood.
they carry these things from me
to pour back into the forge
that melts my mistakes.
they permeate any weakness
to sustain it.
to prevent me from bloating
with toxicity that unconsciously
finds its way inside
especially on colored nights.
they click their tongues at me
while i'm sleeping, they
can see my dirt-encrusted synapses
and the hitches in my skin.
they feed and chastise me
from within.

to my miss winter,

my snow angel without wings

If only we culd build snowman in the spring

I daydream of the joys that you culd bring

the places my heart n yours could go

but our hearts will stay much warmer

if we remain here playing in the snow.....

I want to be, your number one
I want to be your late night thoughts
I want to be the reason you lose sleep
It's selfish, I know, but it's what I want

I want to be the reason for your excitement
I want to be the one you cry over
I want to be the one you laugh with
I want to be the one you long to touch and hold
I want to be the one you tell others about
when you are talking about, things you love

I want to be to their wish upon a shining star
i want to be their birthday wish
i want to be their unspoken prayer

i want you
and i want you to want me too