The curvature of my fleeting thoughts
Have reached an unexpected capacity
To further torture my already tortured soul.
The distance between time and space is
A vague line unconcerned with
The confusing corrosion laying it's
Framework down in my mind.
The agonizing moments when one
Drifts away into a hollow truth of
Knowing that you will never be able to escape.

                                                      ...sm (11.23.14)

Slow slowly time evades.
I can't escape the night
Or the feelings raging inside
So I muster through a bottle of wine
While my soul silently cries.
I continue along my way,
Content with the knowledge
That nothing is certain,
Ever ready to pull at my own curtain.

                                        ...sm

Still searching.
Not finding truth.
Forgetting how to spell.
Longing to dwell
In the sadness of my soul.
Forever reaching
For someone who is not there.
Remembering a youth-like
Resemblance of myself
That long ago conquered the world.
Past memories fading.
Distant, reversed thought and feelings
That life will not be my escape.

                            ...sm ((11.23.14)

8.25.06

I can measure her worth
By the people she hurt,
And the time she took away
Was never a waste of my day.

                                        ....sm

1.22.12

Empty words and
Hollow thoughts-
Chasing dreams not in my head,
Making sense of nonsense where it stands.

Hopelessly, effortlessly
Recounting unmarked truths about
Absurd feelings left behind in
Traces of rain unfelt.

Remaining dirt built up like
Clouds of smoke in a distant fire
The burning sensation to revolve
And resound nothing
As nothing appears.

Recounting an unknown belief
That I am fine
And inside knowing the dust
From where I came is slowing
Unfolding at my very hand.

                                          ….sm

images, faint and obscure.
distant- time and space.
and everything in between.
reality and dreams.
nothing is as it seems.

subtle thoughts.
vague recollections.
everything sublime.
nothing secure.

at once i see why.
i think i understand.
but it is only a thought.
a gesture.
a polite hello to a stranger i will never
encounter again.

as helpless as i try.
i am not.
helpless that is.
i have power that i choose
to ignore.
because feeling empty is
better than not feeling at all.

as tranquil as my thoughts
connect me thru distant half truths,
this absurd notion trails right behind,
reminding me of where i stand.
reminding me that life is disregarded
as easily as it stands.

and only truth shall set me free,
at least that is what they i hope i will buy,
but i know truth is only a barrier to what time can do.
because in time i will understand,
not only the failures of my past,
but the pressures of the life
i yet to lead.
~sm