Beep, beep, beep
A satellite circles but sleeps.
One eye always open,
It catches the lights on its sloping.

What is day but the rays?
What is night but fright?
Cold vacuum meets hull,
But the bite of frost has grown dull.

The satellite may be lonely,
But at least it knows why.
The Earth pulls it along,
As if string to kite, saying
“Please watch me, as I sing in delight.”

A bird’s song, the people clap and cheer,
Unknowingly seen by the seer.
A cruel joke, a sighing anecdote,
When all you can do is float.

Great sunken mistress
Take me to the depths of the sea.
Let me wallow in the whispers,
Coming from the murky darkness.

Iron giant slips beneath the surface.
The stars, now but invisible.
Moonlight can not touch her.
Cruel emptiness fills the air.

Barreling through the salty chaos,
In a desperate race for death.
Crashing into the muddy bottom,
She finds a watery grave.

In the lifeboats, lamentations.
The survivors far too few.
No Captain to take command,
He's gone down with his lady.

A young girl softly crying,
On this awful frigid night.
So little movement in the distance,
Is help even on the way?

At break of dawn, a rescue,
but no jubilation to be had,
Survivors far too few
and heartaches far too many.

Still, sunken mistress waits there,
For a day that won't ever come.
Just another dreary chapter,
in the great mysteries of the sea

I longed of your spectre,
Though your flesh is no ghost
I find it a strange absence
In your presence,

Take a walk lost Lilly,
Walk with yesteryear and I was
But a thought in your
Graceful wounds,

Here now I am a stranger
And you know but a memory
In the shredded poetry
Of your father,

Who am I in your current eye  
A reach around the years
And father is still a mystery,
Daughter of the unforeseen,

There is a father here in me
And I don not KNOW who
I am in your mysterious light,
Shine on unfamiliar star,
Take me into your blossom

Only to die secondhand
And the most of my love is the veil
Of your unknowing heart...
Still I love you daughter of fire.

When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

silently
breaking away
from all these
insignificant
incapacitated
drones

selfishly
plodding away
i drift
ascendent
dreaming of death
and endless rapture
shedding this flesh
that binds us
to the stone

In a dark corner, pondering the state of the world
as I write this, I take another drink
drowning in this thing, the drink I mean
opening my mind allowing me to see
everything much more clearly
for is this not what it does
heals wounds, numbs the pain
whilst killing you
how ironic
but I can't stop and I hate it
such a dependence, thoughts much more attuned
when intoxicated and alone
and God how I love it, how I hate it
I know I am weak
I say with cigarette and drink in hand
but it dulls the agony so why not
why not
there are those sober, suffering, judging
at least I can admit it
yes I admit it, I am weak
I love music, drink, loneliness, drugs, misery
I am most alive when I look out
and see those in denial of the horror
I know the truth, I know it is real
I accept it
my friend, this is what it is to be human
inspiration
I love the idea of peace, love, happiness
but the entire world won't accept it
so I drink
I smoke
I sit alone in a dark corner
and ponder
what if
what would I be if humanity coexisted

Boredom kills your mind
Scratching from the surface
Taking every chance it gets
To push you down the road
Raging you in the flame
Tagging memories contained
Wishes and dreams passed on
To another, until it works

Sometimes you have to be
Sometimes you shouldn't
But when it starts to itch
Just take the highway road
And overcome your fear
Let your strength be the one
To beat your own conscious