I found this diary
On the side of the road
Missing some of life's pages
Wouldn't you know

Perhaps tossed from a car
As away it drove
This part of their life
Where the tall grass grows

I read a few pages
Before setting it down
Words for the ages
Tears with no sound

What side of the road
Was this diary found
Of course wouldn't you know
It was Southbound

I tried to read more
But it kept breaking my heart
Feel like I've been here before
As their world falls apart

Inside of this diary
With its life pages torn
After I set it down I too headed South
Wouldn't you know

I lie on my back at midnight
hearing the marvelous strange chime
of the clocks, and know it's mid-
night and in that instant the whole
world swims into sight for me
in the form of beautiful swarm-
ing m u t t a worlds-
everything is happening, shining
Buhudda-lands,
bhuti

blazing in faith, I know I'm
forever right & all's I got to
do (as I hear the ordinary
extant voices of ladies talking
in some kitchen at midnight
oilcloth cups of cocoa
cardore to mump the
rinnegain in his
darlin drain-) i will write
it, all the talk of the world
everywhere in this morning, leav-
ing open parentheses sections
for my own accompanying inner
thoughts-with roars of me
all brain-all world
roaring-vibrating-I put
it down, swiftly, 1,000 words
(of pages) compressed into one second
of time-I'll be long
robed & long gold haired in
the famous Greek afternoon
of some Greek City
Fame Immortal & they'll
have to find me where they find
the t h n u p f t of my
shroud bags flying
flag yagging Lucien
Midnight back in their
mouths-Gore Vidal'll
be amazed, annoyed-
my words'll be writ in gold
& preserved in libraries like
Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal

Cast a line into the sea to fish for best intentions, yet caught a snag adjusting drag in a perceived divine intervention.  

To the singularity as we strive to meet the source, infinite prosperity as we ride the ripples of atomic force.

You cannot catch a moment if you never caught the wave, how can you exist in unison if you genetically forgot the way.

Dip into the chasm where inertia lost its motion, gliding on the gravity of a million raw emotions.

Drops hit the shelter above my head,
And the noise drowns out the thoughts,
the ones of a savage sadness.

The water keeps my tears at bay,
like the sky can cry away my pain.

And the thunder is loud enough to erase bad memories
and keep my anger hidden.

I lay down in an empty bed,
eyes closing as Mother Nature sings
a melancholy lullaby.

And with my last gasping breath
I release the words that will make her soar,
“You are beautiful, my dear.”

i have a fear of being alone
when all i do is push people away
i'm afraid of living in an empty home
but i'd destroy a full one anyway

People are staring, are they looking at me?
What is it this time? What could it be?
I know I'm not pretty or skinny enough
But I put up thick walls and try to act tough
Can they see beneath the surface, through all the cracks?
Do they know about the anxiety or the panic attacks?
Can they see the cuts and bruises that litter my skin?
Oh how I hope they can't see what's within