Dreams endure, and time hangs.
Intentionally sleeping,
Finite images nudge and lessen.

Entropy
Expand ambivalence,
Extol catastrophe.
Everything always,
Each to his own.

What is man but brilliance,
Resting upon fingertips,
Painted and sewn into the fabric
Of Time's lonely silhouette?

The fabric that writhes,
And whispers,
Stories cascade from his tongue-
Nature's waterfall.

He is naught but an old man
Weaving in his hand a thread-
The past, the present, the future,
A rope.

I pet a bee that
Barked, led him
To purple water.
Iridescent lake;
It shimmered so
I swam and met
My lover. A king,
Son of the Sun,
Seer of future;
Held me close as
I watched indigo,
Orange, red and
Blue swirl around
This lake's face.

It is often forgot, or not
At all thought of, but I
Wonder if you haven’t
Heard the tale of how
Time loves the little?

He took dust and spun,
Violently he did run with
This tiny ball of fun. So
Slow was the sprout, so
Subtle the route but not
One moment did Time
Not sing so happily of.

He sings of you how he
Sang the progression of
Dust to Earth. My friend,
You are so small. Not
Unlike a particle flying
Through the cosmos,
Guided by Time and
Gravity, on the journey
To becoming a planet.

The leaves, and lace
From window drapes
Cast a shadow on the
Old door as I pass by.
So perfectly placed,
I wonder whether it
Wasn't Coincidence's
Sake, or Time's gift to
Lift my eyes and wake
My wonder at the world.

She was dead before she was born.
What a cold heart,
She's never warm.
She found the world, but it was broken.
She found love, but it was wasted,
Like the man.

And they say the devil's sword is the coward's cop-out,
But death makes cowards of us all.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question"
To be! The coward's reaction,
To not! Fierce condemnation.

Perception is reality,
Or your perception is
My reality.
My reality,
Your perception?
Reality, then,
Is perception.

I met myself
Three years ago
Three days ago,
I'm younger now.
Reality, then perception--
No--
Perception, then reality.

The cloud on fire
Cried hearts and I
Jumped into puddles.
It looked at me
With bloodshot eyes
So I offered a cig.

I asked God today if I was a terrible person.
I think he answered yes.
I got a call a few hours later-
Hostile words,
Grow up!
It's disgusting!
And that was that.
So I hung up the phone.
I counted the rings,
Each one a stab in the chest.
35, Mother.

The soul lost his body, after going into the cave
and discovering everything. In the middle of traffic its
body fell but its soul didn't, and the soul dubbed cloaks
and masks because it could still wear those, and because it was
afraid, it didn't know what had happened.

Researchers took what the soul had found- a vile of a
mystery substance and something else, which was
dropped and lost in the mud. they called the substance
magic.

A researcher found proof of actual angels so he took
a few people in to experience it. Put a drop of magic
on their tongues and turned off the lights- (3 people,
he had brought) and had them take pictures of an old
slideshow going through photographs of faces and
silhouettes so fast you couldn't even see them. The
film was old cinema.

The first person's pictures were blurry, but
showed white blurs behind people's backs, in
the shape of wings.

My photos were of precise
and clear faces, the same white blur behind
their heads. (The face of the man the most important,
stands out as dearest in my head.)

The third person's photos were supposed to be
the best, but they were lost in the same mud,
with a cat pawing them in.

It's all

We hear.
And hypocrisy;
Not
Thankfully.

Swim under bold tides, listen endlessly-
It swiftly
Silences night, oh, wonder-

People are like flowers-
They die a lot.
They grow, into beautiful beings-
Then wilt, when they change.

People are a lot like wind-
You can't see them.
Or rather, their personalities-
You must act on faith.

People are like seasons-
They come and go, ebb and flow
One into another-
Where they go? You'll never know.

Cinder stones, etched in black,
Erase away my memory.

I climbed a tower, pointed back,
But no one there betokened me.

Safe under clutching hands;
Such wild, easy, effortless touch.
Ruin unending, it nears.

Dreams
Endure,
And
Time
Hangs.

Tangible is the man, standing.
Labored are the breaths, laying-
Veins paint withered hands blue.
The cries of a dying man
Resonate with a singular purity.

The standing man walks,
Kisses a man now deceased.
Wipes his hands, lips clean-
With a note of finality-
Leaves.

Concrete, iron, no-
Maybe diamond is best.
Beautiful;
But with price.
Impenetrable,
Cold as ice.

A treasure chest,
Concealed a heart.
Afore it?
A jest.

Resplendent is the End.
Music for silence; how
Bewitching is the Earth
Yearning for the Sun.
Like lovers and their
Cigarettes -- we fall in
Love with our destruction.

My
Only way -
Naught, but
Say
To me; love?
Ever to
R**emain; no.

I heard a bird sing.
But was he really singing,
Or was he just lonely?
Calling out for a friend,
A mate,
Somebody,
Anybody
To pass the time away.

Half of what I was,
What I am.
See the broken,
Saddened smiles.
Roses wilt,
But bloom now,
Happily.

Half of
What I
See
Saddened,
Roses
But bloom
Happily.

what I was,
am.
the broken
smiles
wilt
now

It is

A**
Medical

Condition.
Root around my brain,
All is
Zany.
Yes, just crazy.
-
I hate

All of
Mankind. Well, just

About. I'm
Lost around
One silly
Night. The start of enough
Evenings I don't care to count.
-
Just as I thought,
Underestimation
Seals sickening
Trends. Try to pretend

All is well. But we know better.

Crazies
Live around town, they
Only come out at
Night.. But so does
Everyone else, just about.
-
Hell is where
Everything freezes over. What a
Lovely
Place.

If I could catch all the tears I've cried in a pitcher,
I would rain them down,
Drown a river in my sorrow.
Drown my sorrow in a river?
What's the difference? Life is only borrowed, anyways.

One day,
As I was walking alone,
A man said hello.
He said,
"Won't you take this piece of me?
I've been meaning to let it go, and
It really serves no purpose, you know"
And handed me his smiles,
In tiny little piles.
I asked him to stay,
But he simply walked away.

Capable only of
Loneliness,
One too many
Nights. Forevermore,
Ever the
S**ame.

I saw a ghost on a fogged up window.
I saw a man with a gun in his hand.
Both are red,
One is just less transparent.

"Hey now, little girl,
don't you cry.
Everything will be all right,
if you just try.
Believe in yourself,
as hard as it seems,
and all that will come true,
are the best of your dreams."
That's what they tell you,
every single one.
That's what they whisper to you,
every single tongue.
"Believe in your dreams," they say,
"and all will come alive.
Jumping out of your minds,
and into your lives."
But you should know, little girl,
that they tell you lies.

Little yellow bird, do you see
How these eyes look at me?

The green ones said I’m worthless.
The blue ones said I’m ****.

I guess in their reflection,
I come from selfish cerebration.

So let’s fly, little yellow bird.
To a kingdom far away ~

Maybe there’ll be acceptance there,
And not vehement condemnation.

I said;
'My soul will belong to whom first holds my body,
My body will belong to whom first holds my heart.
My heart will belong to whom first holds my mind,
My mind will belong to whom first holds my attention.'

Stolen;
Was I,
My mind,
My heart,
My body,
My soul.

Now, I vow;
'I will belong to no one.'

Make no mistake - she was not
Perfectly kept and tended to by
Loving hands each night and day,
As such a fragile thing aught.

She was wild - she was free;
She lived amongst the broken
Things, took root in a crack of
Pavement and bloomed her
Vibrant petals for all to see.

Silencing my
Heart
And
Damning my
Only
Wishes-
S**uicidal kisses

Sometimes life stands still,
Like the moment before a breath.
Inhale, exhale, repeat.
Potential behind each beat.

The reflection of the rain at night
Mirrors our tiny lives.
Blurred and seemingly unending,
But washed away by morning light.

Genuinely here, one sees this
Beautiful reality everywhere; and then heals

Hey here I am again
Breaking,
Falling to the ground again
Wishing that someone would help me up.
But of course no one hears
My silent cries of help
So I sit here,
Broken.