So together
We are alone

And the stars freckle the night
As separate souls howl for the same light

I can only guess.....
That the universe has a plan
The stars we come from repeating many times in different forms
The dust we were
The dust we'll be
And a river of time that at least in this reality
We swim
We swim or drown

It's all us

I can only guess
What constitutes poetry
The words that mean everything can be the simplest of nothing
The words obtuse
The words straightforward
As long as what is said brings with it meaning
We read
We read to feel

It's all art

I can only guess
What love is made of
The love I feel when it will only bring me pain
The love I don't have
The love I should know
But I try to define what can't be described
Looking for meaning
Losing the feeling

Its all been

love is just a way
Like a moment when the precious sky breathes
Heart remains true amongst the stars
Soul is simply written and blessed death
The sun is magical tears
Ink in a pen
These pages are music to hear

A smile shall say morning
Broken days and white wings
a dream an unreachable dove
A feather an endless flight
World in a kiss
A raindrop a lyrical tear

Her burning memories
She cries poetry

Beethoven was a genius
                                                 I am sure
Today he would have starved as I do

But he would have made music still

(Part 2)

Beethoven was a genius
                                            Today he'd be poor  
The richest musician right now is Madonna

And its the ultimate statemant I can make

(Part 3)

Music is devolving
                                                                               Poetry is too
Any pauper with a pen could write the red wheelbarrow

(Part 4)

So don't you ever
Not now
No
Stop
If your argument says his name
Not now
No
Not

(Part 5)

Life is complicated
Art imitates life
If a poem is simple

I have news for you

Darling, yes, I know, I know, of the tension in your spine
and surely I would heal your pain if only I were thine
I drink and feel the living sweetness lounge upon my teeth
And of course what fills my eyes are the dregs that lie beneath
I close my eyes so not to see this frightful world again
Shall I tell you of my vision, will you understand then?
I cannot control something that cripples along my skin
I cannot stop the surging little flame that roars within

If the label on a bottle of poison were more pretty,
More people would choose it over the ugly antidote.
This is a problem we face,
When the vision is blurry.

Sometimes I prefer to be alone
Just me and my sweetest fruit
I was alone while she grew

Truly alone

She came to me
Her home was not the orchard
She came from trees
And limbs and twigs
Her home was not the orchard
She came to me

Sometimes she prefers to be alone
Just her in my hungry hands
She was alone on the branch

Truly alone