I see you in the rich blue sky
I see you in the mornings
I see you in glowing dark
Even when I’m falling, blind

I see you in the airport hallways
embraces flung by passionate souls
We kiss, we cry, we hug, we smile
See behind the smiles to pain
I see you in their trying
Their growing fear of dying
Whilst searching hopeful
for feeling full,
somewhere safe like home
we imagine

In this world so great and vast above
An empty space hovers black,
we try to make sense of it
You are the only sense we can make
In the dark and in the light,
I see you.

Fighting man and substance
We tackle desire and praise
Always dragged back to sea,
always

Crumbling into a shell
Blind as I, how would you know?
How can we know what we bury?
How long can we go on?

Feeling a rush
Clouding clarity
Ignoring conscience
Drowning reality
Destroying innocence
Clouding clarity

Always dragged back to sea,
always.

Who am I?
Who do you want me to be?
I'll paint my face, cover
every inch with layers of
new because old's no
good. Of course you'll
never know.

There's no truth, no
sound or smile escaping my shell
which could tell you anything
true.

Is anything real?
We'll dance in costumes of
silver and gold and
never know a thing.
I'll give you my name,
splatter some words.
on a page or in the air,
what's the difference?

What does it tell?
You'll take the stage for
an hour or so,
give me your name which
wasn't your choice and
I'll judge you for all
you allow me to know.

Year after year we'll
talk about our day.
I'll cry in your arms.
You'll  tell me something
you've never told
anyone before.
     You'll study my every
inch and I yours
and we'll give all that
we can offer
     but never
   all that we own.

We could spend centuries
together but our
ever-changing souls
will never, ever know
any truth
as we know
ourselves.

We are blind,
always.

Summer is gone
and the moon is left hanging,
solitary in an untidy sky

Summer is gone
and the clouds beat the grass,
with a yawn, and a tearful sigh

Summer is gone,
and the trees wilt
their branches,
tender leaves fall,
drift, sweep,
crawl
onto clay-covered floor

Everything falls
after summertime

evenings are swallowed
by night
mornings sink deep
into light

the world is quiet,
and tired,
and sad

heat stained, sun drained
Autumn flies in heavy chains
So we ask: why?
Summer is gone

The crunch of the cans
as you step on the pain,
quietly
Your innocent smile faded,
then crushed as you
become what you thought you’d never be
An image of youth destroyed
with a crash and your
fragile heart broken with it

There’s no going back now,
once you’re in you’re in
Don’t waste it, they say
have fun
but stay  safe, don’t  be  stupid
How? How do I do both?

Visions are shattered like glass
as our hopes
and dreams become drunken
nights of slurred words and
sorried beer regretted like
the sips from a ***** bottle
Mistakes of a night you
enjoyed but the next day
fail to recognise or remember
the person you were. Pretending,
we all are. Sticking together
in this fight of crying and
laughing and confusion of
who we are and why
Intoxicated tears on each
others shoulders
weeping about how it came
to this. This is our age, our life
Streams of liquid which will
make us okay. It’s okay,
right?

Clearness and purity which
we’ll never be, the transparent
glass reveals our souls
without discreet deception
of a stable mind
Some enjoy it, some don’t
But we can never know
Because it’s all a mask
‘I love you’ uttered in
a battered corridor behind
the secrets carried
on our backs. Heavy,
distorted, many memories
and problems  of the
mundane mind,
ruined by a screen that
shows nothing but jealousy
and grief but we bathe in it
like the water we drink
At the end of the night
we return to bed and
the room spins
The other liquid will make
us okay

In the day the sun is bright
and some prefer to be alone,
others can’t. The endless
reliance on friends as
families crumble
We follow a rhythm for
guidance, until the song
ends
And then home again.
The smell of smoke clings
bitterly to our clothes like
the habbits we maintain

We try but can’t escape
It. This is youth. Stuck
is what we are. Frozen
in the cold. The warmth
of the home that few of
us have is only comfort.
If we’re not loved it’s not
home so some escape
to anothers and are torn
seeing what’s not theirs
You fail to understand
fail to see
what really lies beneath
the exterior of annoyance
and trouble
Open your eyes
this is dark
We cause trouble because
we are troubled

A bird cooed
through dreamless wake
swirled in wisps of sound
like rippling waves gold, bound
upon our ears they found

a brittle call again again
flew in from the cold dark night,
a small perched figure
anonymous, free
wrapped in misty light
soft, drifting, frail,
sweet in midnight gloom

a song so gentle
dreams seemed real

melancholy blue,
the bird in the night
cooed

Love
Is not only actions
It is intentions

Helping others
for a pretty reflection
is not love

Feeding on admiration as if
you're anything more
than human
is not love

Flowing golden with pride
until you believe your worth
five million dimes
is not love

You're full of impressions
not expressions

Humility, empathy, honesty,
will become the very soul
of your growth

that is, if you plant the seeds
and then you will learn love