Songs of hope
above all
others
needs to be
sung

We can learn a lot
about ourselves
by the way we've treated
horses

We put some on
the covers of
Magazines
and sent others
to the glue
Factory

Weight of my footsteps
crunches snow
that blankets
the once grassy knoll
full of life and dotted
with those yellow flowers
I can never recall their name
but I know they were your
favorite

Now they sleep under
frozen geometric shapes

I imagine her kiss
As I stand next to her grace
And her face is facing me
Head on
I'm lost in in the space
Within her eyes
Trapped between
What she sees
What she feels
Her hand holds another
And I remain still
To daydream of a never future
A place that will never
Physically be real

To write poetry
you need to be born
You need to grow
consuming the energy of the sun
and the nourishment of
love

Years of change
hundreds of days
of pain, love,
sorrow, growth and
loss

A universe needs
to be born
out of the unknown darkness
before time ticked

Just so that we can write
a few elegant lines
a prose of our time
drifting, riding, on
Earth's dancing
orbit

I
I stand
Like a pillar
between
A star and a
moon

Not revolving
I'm
perfectly
still

I'm no longer
crawling
For I am a
mountain

Standing
to kiss the clouds
while planted
into the nurturing
Earth

I was 18 years old
I loved people
I admired her
entranced by her affection

I did drugs
lost friends
Swore I'd find myself
I was an optimist

I vandalized my
surroundings
ran from the cops
refilled my coffee cup
sneaking into the diner's kitchen

Didn't care
didn't need to

I used to not fear
the world

Itchy bites
Soggy shoes &
Soggy cloths
Covered in dirt,
ticks,
& thorns
Walking through rain
& the sun's evil rays

Extreme boredom
interruptions of excitement
Love & bitterness
Envy & appreciation
pills to combat the pain,
the sickness,
& a drink of *** to forget
about missing where I belong

Paths into the unknown
& common roads
filled
with uncommon people
birds & monkeys calling,
as we bid farewell to our own;
those who've escaped

With the blending of days
we seek motivation,
determination,
& we find
what we're seeking in our
ability to breath

We are
created
by
what we
fail
to
let go

Somewhere
out there
in the world,
someone is
kissing their
lover
for the first time

While another
is
having a
new round
of
drinks
hoping to erase
the memory
of a kiss
from their past

I want to feel your warmth
Like whiskey dropping
Onto my tongue

Midnight eyes pierce
through the sky
Liberated
Like the river
that finds
the sea

Beautiful dancing
light
bending into color
Carry me  
to the highest
peak

Where I can sing
to you
a dream

Sometimes I notice the trees
Sometimes the city lights are all I see

Distracted like a moth to a flame

My old hometown will never be the same
We’ve all moved away,
to warmer places,
to live in more luxurious ways

But there will come the day
We'll miss the old grassy field
where we used to play

Where we drew each other’s blood
and bruised each other’s skin

When we were young and thin
and too ignorant to understand the
mess
we are in

My mind was hazy
after over drinking
when I first saw the figure

crunching its way towards
me on a winter's night
holding a flashlight
and walking its poor excuse for a dog

The iced trees drooped
swaying from cold breath
as the figure trudged on

The closer it approached,
I began to hear its song

Nothing drowned out its
performance in the stillness
of a New York winter

Nothing to compete with this
derivative, pop radio, Siren
Calling out to me as flakes
melt on my exposed face

I could taste the diesel
from the exhaust
expelled from the truck
that left tracks in the snow

Lost my attention for a second
then the figure's song
regained control

The flashlight grew brighter
and brighter
When the figure was just a few
feet away
the brightness over powered
my vision
and the figure asked
"do you know your way?"

"Sorry?" I replied as my
mind was not clear

"do you know where you are going?"

I replied,
"Does anyone know where to go
when their purpose isn't clear?"

The rain fell not from the sky
or from dark anvil clouds
It fell from within myself
Flash of lightning
Night becomes bright
for a split second
trees can be seen swaying
in the
dark
Wind gust in every hollow opening
found within my heart
the rain came
and washed everything
with a
beat
of a steady
hand
drumming to beats
as thunder
crashed
the voice from the sky
dark piano
trembling keys
in low pitched notes
dark harmonies
I loved you for your
beauty
but not
for your soulless dreams
the rain came suddenly
and
flooded the roads
lost in a river of cold water
forever
remote

Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars

Nothing
is
invisible
when we're able
to see
negative
space

The taste of summer
is the smell of fresh
cut grass

The joy of heat
seeping deep
within
your surfaces exposed

When the sun goes
and says its farewells
to skyscrapers and mountains
It sets to greet the other
side

While I try not to
fall in summer love
with the passer by

Old friends
provide the momentum
to explore
lesser traveled paths

To laugh
to cry

Old friends
Show you the reasons
why

A sip of whiskey
is nothing more
than a drink when
alone

When peering at
your bare chest
to witness your blood
pumping is best
described
as miracle

Old friends
provide lyrical
power
and remove the sour
tones
of daily thorns
on flowers

Violence
need not be
a striking fist

A silenced voice
the lack of choice
violent acts
that hide behind
eyes
that cry
for the power
to erase

that which harms

that which prevents

a free flowing stream
from crashing into the
sea

The denial of hope
and the blockade
of dreams

Violence
exist,
it wont be extinguished,
it grows the crops
that feed
those who sit
in powerful chairs

Dare to challenge,
dare to speak,
you're not alone
for the
peace you
seek

We held hands
Our mouths full of dust
Sharing our passions
As our thoughts
Danced
To the sounds of
our decay
Celebrating the death of
time
Toasting still air
and static winds
Cherishing the pulse
Lost in pantomime

Pluck the pedals
Snip the stem
This is
Romance

As pen touches paper
my hand is guided
by the gift of her light

Ignoring the bells,
that ring from my home,
I'd rather live in fairy tales
than to live alone

Dust off old pictures
and remember how
a true smile feels

Play old records
and remember lyrics
that reveal
what's real

The more
We
Strive for
Perfection
The more
We
Lie

Cut me open
explore
what there is to
see

Label what you find
with beautiful
letters

Arrange them
in poetry