here it comes, it is finally here.
a day where everything seems to be quite clear.
but oft from the side a dust cloud appears,
eyes open being widened with fear.

understand not what can be seen.
so oft that consumes all that is weened.
close out those eyes and heart in to see,
there still is beautiful way deep down deep.

These eyes were given to see --
to see the marvel as wind sings leaves to dance,
to see the intricate design of a bee that buzzes by,
to see the confusion of unfair justice,
to see the wonder of man's mind.

These eyes were given to witness --
to witness kindness in spurts of randomness,
to witness the unfathomable realities,
to witness the ugliness of greed,
to witness the hope of man.

These eyes were given to share --
to share the uniqueness of each and every story,
to share the oneness in the heart of empathy,
to share tears that speak with eloquence,
to share laughter that proves to heal.

These eyes were given to feel --
to feel the needs beyond what the eye can see,
to feel the ache beyond what words can explain,
to feel the warmth of kindness's hand,
to feel the beauty of life as it remains indescribable.

I am a mouse in a sea of cats
A red fish in a blue school
I know not what to do
So I decide, having read the writing
Etched upon the wall, I decide
I shall be like Despereaux!
Let out a defiant squeakl
Lift my pokey-pen sword
And charge forth!
I shall be Jack the Giant Slayer
Destroy my fears, speak brazenly
As I run off, leaving this
Phrase etched into the wall,
Waiting for the next timid mouse to read;
Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero
(Pluck the day and put no trust in the future)

Your touch fractures unwound futures,
the softest shock to my system.  Infinite
undiscovery radiates off skin like new born
stars skipping straight to supernova.  Light
grenades blind, deafen, expose.  Truth blurs
focus. We now know what the body is for.
I sabotage and we crash into earth, incinerating
the atmosphere, restarting cycles. We forget our
odd numbered days exist. Our catastrophic collapse
was the best of my life.  For a split second I am now
one as He is three, looping unopposed into life
and death like continuous screaming nothing.
For that, I wish I could thank you.

Memories,
With long shadows,  
Cast by the light of age,
Exchange truth,
For a more comfortable delusion.

Another hollow night of meaningless time spent trying to accumulate hours of sleep...
The clock seems stagnant during those minutes when I close my brain to escape the world
                                                                                                                              articulated before my eyes -
A world written in such a manner...
                that perfect poetry blemishes the manifestation I lay before thee...
          This perfect beauty... relevant seemingly only in the realms of language...
                             Tainting something lost adrift -
    Something so pertinent...            so... potent...  but lost...              lost adrift somewhere...
Only to be confined by our fabricated gratification of the meaning amidst the letters b e a u t y... Still resolved extraneously somewhere...
                                                                                      Somewhere lost adrift...