I never asked to be a phoenix
Rising from the ash
Finding strength in revelation
The present merges with the past

Memories not washed by silence
Distracted by truth
Unspoken words take precedence
Heal from the fountain of youth

An ever expanding universe
We become smaller
Sit and begin to write a verse
Hoping today I'll be stronger

Every morning, I robotically walk to the local coffee shop
The same old man sitting at table three,
Who wears his intelligence on his brow,
Searches through mountains of texts
On how to give his life sustenance

All the while, a somber young man scribbles
An intimate poetry session in his moleskin
His face always sadden by the prose
Heavy writing hand suggesting frustration

I only wish they both can break away
From their pages and notice today
that their commonalities could heal their sorrows
Heal one another through their humanity

But for now my latte awaits
I'll see you tomorrow gentlemen

View of mountains kissing
Clouds as they roll by
Green valley
Water turned to mist
Falling from high
Peaks and crevasses

Reflecting on what is real
What it means to be alive
What if this is the day
I die

It's easy to remind yourself
Of all the things you
Are not
Rather than what
You are

Too easy to see what's missing
And not see
What is there
In plain view

Too easy to give others
power
To control your happiness
When there is nobody
More important
than you

And your hopes
And dreams
And everything between
This earth
And the black void above

Today the orange blossom bloom
Revealing chaotic nature
Killing blow by a water creature
A ship's sorrow

Rats have pursued sanctuary
Desperation led to revolution
Enlightened, to be reborn  
Birthed by chance alone
Product of evolution

The hull rises high
With ribs exposed
Don't let go, I'm coming home
To sleep with my head in your lap
To hear those words I know

Descending
collasping
choking

Voices guide those who listen
Take hold of sanctuary
The only reward
Adorned by the victor

Remain constant
Set adrift on imagination
Reflect
Immune
Experiences merge
I do not speak
I only think
I remain constant

Strip down to your
Pixilated skeleton
Unless someone tells you,
you'd never
know
Where you
came from

Feel the pull from the
yellow sun  
peel away the sky
and discover
On whats under
underneath
    
You don't need to
crawl on needles
and nails
to understand
we are frail

Twilight gives way to millions of eyes
covering the night's sky
No reason to believe why those eyes  
blink only for you

They collapse and die
give you life and hope
and everything you love
cherish
Held close to your heart
Everything that you would
Die or **** for
Nothing to be left untouched

Their deaths are what creates beauty
What creates art
So that you can ask why am I here?
What's my purpose?
My part?

Look in the sky for blinking eyes
And remember
Your purpose is not to forget those eyes
That stare back at you

Are poet's words
found in their blood?
Do they flood the mind
of their host?
Parasitic creatures of
expression

Lay dormant, to torment,
then released in inspiration
by a lit match
that found gasoline
soaked paper?

Dissect each line
word for word
Finding yourself
in the verse,
of each
blurred line

Whatever happened to the boy
who dreamed?
The master architect of worlds
rarely visited.
Fragmented artifacts are discovered,
sieved out of the sand.
The body as whole remains incomplete

A lonely man singing along
with his guitar of woe
Sing to me your story,
tell me what brought you here
Failure to dream or overwhelmed
by choice?

I've heard of the living
I know of the afterlife
The walls between you and me
are physical
Follow the paths forged by the few
Liberate your passions
I see you in me.