He looked down into the pool
as it turned to fire.
Igniting his reflection,
burning his eyes,
lashes singed,
and I could smell it,
sparking sparkling ripples.
He is lucky he isn’t blind now…
I told him to turn away
from the mysteries.
Though how could the fire
be so cold, he wondered.
Again, with curiosity,
Though he did not dare touch his hand
to the water
in fear of its depths
And secrets.
He once thought the pool had no emotion,
that the smooth movements of the water
were a result of the breeze
but the water breathed
and was disturbed by him.

all the pretty pages
etched white and gray
landscapes of my heart on your hands
cool and damp
wash away your smudges,
bundled huddles in the lamp light.

when it pains me to propel,
skin too fuzzy

and your text shows up
an empty box.
nothing to say
and you'll  say it twice,
never is enough

I disappear
a swaying head
a wish
and repeat.
though these tousled eyes can barely cry
long enough to hold a conversation

and if i'd drain my mind there'd be a large
brown thud of you
tangled in tawny fur and sorrow
all covered up in crumply pixelated images
and rubber and whiskey and goo

soul steeped in darkness,
seeps through my pores

and those grainy black dots form and disappear
at the corners of my vision,
racing along the sides of my view like tiny flies without wings.

Our lives are a poem,
in which words are not a necessity
for expression.
Those who choose to speak it
might feel different.
They may look different
than those who choose to remain silent.

The echo from my bedroom
ricochets against your door across the hall

welcome

and soundless feet force a halt
before awakening the breath within

silence, muffled in a clouded cup

guides
creakless nights

soft, in the echo of your welcome.

No one’s sitting in that chair,
though soon not even I,
To say that I’ll no longer be,
would be, to say goodbye.

The thought we’ve had to think, we’ve had!
Though neither wants to think.
That we may loose it if we wait,
that you and i may shrink.

Though would we lose ourselves apart
from all there ever was,
to speak, to hear to see no more,
of me, of you, of us.

For space to see some other things,
perhaps will do some good,
Though you’ll stand here
with someone else,
in space where I once stood.

Lesson #1
you set the pace

in a competition of you against
you

and when you don't stand up to adversity
it truly becomes your enemy.

give into pity,
and there's no winning

(I guess that's lesson #2).

It was like running very
slowly through
town.

...lazy lights
Under the big tree

You and me,
We caught fires in our hands

And almost always set them free.

Pains fuzzy,
say it twice
Never is enough

Disappear swaying, and repeat
tousled eyes
hold a conversation;
Brown tangled sorrow,
Crumply whiskey goo.
Darkness dots,
racing flies without wings.

through thin and sharp
my hand reaches out to slap me
and I rise and fall against visions
of what could have been.

I wish you sleepless nights.
to the answers that will never come to mind

I was there, fresh as air for those tiny moments
when you couldn't even breathe
and when you dreamed
that you were having dreams,
reliving past and present grief.

...incomplete

I remember when truth and honesty were a serene entity
that I could wrap myself in the comfort of

I would breath lightly in pure knowing.

and know love and peace.

and dream in shades of satisfaction,
no matter the state of damage that this knowing had caused.

because for me, ignorance was torture, not bliss.