Say hello to my tomorrow
When mercy ends today,
Raise your arms to embrace sorrow
As life's last love dies away

I can see the end beginning
When the beginnings begin to end
This wild winter wind is softly winning,
My blood, tears, and snow will blend

The thin skeleton trees 
in midnight blue dresses
Sway in the sparkling streets,
And reach their arms to the sky
Some still boast a firey red,
And blow Ruby kisses from high

We choose
Until our choices
Make us

Love in a mist
Tiptoe through shadow
Unuseful mystery-
Useful mystery;
Unuseful clarity

And yet
Amidst the torments
And torrents of tragedies
I've had your arms to fall into
Each night, when I fall
Down

I suffered a quiet death
And in its quietness I was left
Filled with the sensations of
Displacement and non-existence

I graduated alone in a small room
From where I have now been evicted
All my cumulations of efforts
Have crumbled, unremarked, into dust

My sandcastles have been swallowed quietly by the ocean
And I, their queen, drown with them

I see my face mostly
Reflected in the cradle of my palms
When my distractions cease.
I know I should go, but I
Cannot release

It kept building, in the way all things do
Like a rising crescendo.
It took one and half years to break me:
The distance, the disease,
The divorce
The accumulation of pennies in my jar,
One for each heartbreak
I am become afraid of my own kitchen,
Of too many noises
Of trusting things I thought were mine,
My stability crumbles on sandy foundations
The tighter I hold, the greater the cold.
Its not within me yet,
but the many lashed open wounds
Might yet grant entry
To fill the warm spaces that were emptied
A bloodless, blood loss eviction
I write this to stand guard
Against new tennants

And I am afraid
They may have already arrived
Or perhaps
They never left

Some days it seems
The gleaming city across the river
Is not just built of glass, but mirrors
I see myself in every face I pass,
I do not go there often

Dear hands,
You have created me
As I have created with thee,
Not quite fine,  my dear
It's time,  my dear
to change.

And now,  
as sunlight turns to dusk,
Though you've scribed me in the dust
Peerless portrait on the floor,
The iron room has locked it's door
Behind me

My friends,  
it's time for me to rest
Though I know you did you best
But the light is growing dim
And you know I cannot swim
In shadow

My art
I had scrawled it in the dark
And now it is torn apart
Not quite fine,  my dear
Divine,  my dear
Goodnight

Death,
an absence of life.
A disconnection of the soul from the body,
The extrapolation of nothingness
The encroachment of cold
The cessation of zest
Betrayal.

Floating, gloating, bliss
The time floats by,  I miss
My chance, and others fall
Like rain,  like soldiers rain
Down
Other chances,  other glances
Pass

I float away

We dance in the ashes like
Literary scavengers.
In the ruins and after rages
We draw the shreds of words and pages
Around our naked bodies like Blankets,
A quilt of the quintessential struggle
Which all people suffer

Perhaps I mightve been a lobster
My backwards spine and plate,
Perhaps as human I am fitter
Perhaps maybe,  a good deal bitter
The stars dance looping circles
Casting their lives brightly,  tightly around
And I am stardust,  true,  and you
As well were once a star.
We could've been lobsters,  but
We lived,  and came so far
And so's our fate

When all things are gone
Death will die
And life will begin again

A frizz of hair and froth of cloudy breath
Walk down the dimly lit, puddled mirror
Of wet sidewalks
Shushed by the rush of the stampede
of bullets that shoot along beside
Pushed by an exodus of ex bus surplus minds
Flowing with the tide

Feathers flit and twitter overhead
With sticks and bits to make their bed
A sparse sea for company
Drops down to flow alongside me
And wet the grass
Which grows between the sidewalk slits
And rocky pothole pits
Beside the dark leaf stains and plodding feet
That beat a slow, releived retreat
From crowded bus seat

Tonight I cried.
I cried for every soft and tender touch
You left me with,  my hands that
Once held yours now tear my hair
I mourn your kiss upon my lips,
My cheek,  my ear;  your head upon my heart
My palms once yours,  now cup my tears-
The smiles and laughs are gone
The silly things and playful
things that we once shared, are gone
And Your smiling face that buried in my hair
When hugs were held,  the jokes you telled
Still whispered in my ear and
I wish that you were here,  and
I only want you here

I see the skies within your eyes
And oceans in the underneath
Do you ever get the feeling
Like summertime stuck in your teeth?
The stars they shine, like candlelight
Holding vigil through the night
I hear the wind, like whispers fade
A story for another day
Oh,
the cities fall down...With fire
And forgotten enemies, oh
They burnt... with desire
A city built on locks and keys..

The rain falls like sleep
A wide expanse of watery beams
Filled with rowdy expectations
Rolling 'round like misty dreams

Sometimes I wake up
And pretend that I'm better
Put on my mask, and pull on my sweater,
It feels like a hug, and safety,
And lately, I could use some love,
So I smile in the mirror
After I hide in concealer
So im safer, not freer
Hi, this is 'me',
why don't you meet her?

Words and pictures, pictures and words
They burn, churn, yearn
They flow over me, smoothing and
scraping my edges like pebbles in a stream
In my dreams,
Words.
I sleep with my notebook
To write the weird, wacky words
Washing through my pebbles of a mind
Late at night, I write
Not quite under the stars, away too far,
Since when has my window been too far?
Since I keep my blinds shut in the morning
I'm mourning, words
Tempt, taunt, taint, tease
Write, observe, release
Pouring through pen ink on pages to touch
Maybe your heart, and maybe your dreams
Words; more than letters
Could ever hope to be

A tree
Like a weary man, waits.
His proud spine refusing to bend
He stands, arms outstretched
Hands reaching to the unforgiving sky,
His tired limbs sway, but he stands
Refusing to succumb,
His legs planted firmly, defiant
Of the world, it seems, he stands
Where no other dare,
Precarious on the rocks,
Strong against the wind
His breath drawn thick and white
Around his face like a scarf,
Watching and waiting,
To stand forever alone

There was an unearthly quality to the light; Somthing that settled not quite
Over the solid and soft-edged shapes,
Lavender in the sun's goodnight
The ethereal coolness drapes
Almost lovingly over the fevered sky
The solid, steady world giving way
To somthing gentle, far away

Talking in tongues,
The train of thought
Running in loops
Breathless lungs
Exhale, air caught
Head droops

Do I dare disturb the universe?
I do not think that they will see me.
I have measured my life in coffee spoons
And hollow men,
But with these deliberate disguises
I should be glad of another death,
To purge the sores on innocent tongues,
This waiting is wanting!
Your eyes have their silence, true
But so do dying stars.
There is no rest for a lost boy,
Who searches for love
That was cast to the sea

Open the doors and purge
The stream of bleary people
A flood, pressing for escape
The eternal escape
And fighting the belated urge
To run

Soft, the night,
As liquid air heals
The ravages of day
The red sun burns
And lights the tiresome path,
But rest now, my darling
Under the gentle wrap of night
Water for the weary
Sleep, my darling, sleep

The brontide words
Of a wounded man
Echo still,
Silent
From when they began
In this place.
...
A voice, not his!
But an Injured man anew
Casting the echoes back
To the stranded,
The echoes remain
Repeated in a new voice
From another wounded man
With brontide dreams

Thick white clouds
Drown rolling mountains;
Gone before the first cold fingers
Can touch the wind-whipped water

I felt the first kiss
Of a pain so familiar,
I welcome the loss
Before it begins;
The knife in place
I mourn my pace
Too soon, I cry,
Too soon.

The silence of the world
As I wander it alone,
Love it's warmth in solitude
The sky shall be my fortitude
And the sun; my sweet embrace,
The dew a kiss, and leaves a face,
The wind my friend and brother,
Why would I need another?
As I travel this world alone.

This is where the end began
Blood was shed and demons ran
Far beneath the pretty skin;
The frigid darkness lies within

A boat sails from the fog
A lonely oar man emerges
from the choppy waves,
The distant dawn is as thin
as night is thick

I saw it twice;
Once in your eyes,
Once in mine
A strange device,
You lose only love
To time

Sleepily in bliss with you,
We turn and sway under the fullness
of the velvet stars for company,
Drawing warmth
from each other's embrace;
A moonlight waltz

And the sun begins;
Hot damp rays which
Glow in the morning,
Glaze in the evening
And blaze in the afternoon,

And dusk begins;
of feathery air and fireflies,
Hot as firey amber,
Cool as a sea of Shadow
Growing long as day grows old

And the summer fire fades;
Long red rays dip below the sea
The cool blue air like water
Drips through the open windows
And sets cool hands on fevered flesh

The early
          Summer
                        Sets
In a blaze

     And night becomes the world

Sighs on the trees
Planted where angels go,
Tremble like the leaves
That left so long ago

The stormy shore does blow
With all its wind and might
Then waves will crash
On rocks and splash
All throughout the night

***

Frothy waves tremble uneasily,
Seasick on the rolling tide
Shaken waters, choppy waves
Stormy seas on oceans wide

***

The troubled sea rolls in to shore
To bash along the rocky floor
And brushes quaint, the fishing boats
All of which no longer floats

***

The waves beneath my feet
My feet upon the pier
Day grows short, the end draws near
And dance along the rocky shore
For ever and forever more

***

Sea birds fly like kites
Soaring through the gusty winds
Sprayed by sea, they dance
In stormy revelry,
their wingéd fins of feathers
hoist them higher than the sails
Of ships, or spray of whales

I felt the first kiss
Of a pain so familiar,
I welcome the loss
Before it begins;
The knife in place
I mourn my pace
Too soon, I cry,
Too soon.

I have been gone
For many years, it seems, and yet
The days still flow like rivers
And the light still fills your dreams
..
Where shadows lay, across the way
That I had once forgot
And still the fires alight the pyres
And all the evil to rot
..
I heard the tales the beggars sing
It sounds like home to me,
I have been gone for many years,
Now run, to set us free

As I age, the world unseen
Comes to light,
And the way I'd been
With wonder, cease
For now I know reality;

Curious, how time does fade
Naïve questions with a wave
Of insight, yes, and somthing more,
Of jadedness, we watch the score
But not the game, the point
is not the point...

Questions fade in custom-made
Tiny starbucks coffee cups;
A tired dog won't think like pups
For they have seen the world

I am a slave to sight and sound
And touch, to which I know no bounds
But, oh, to see what can't be seen..
I dream to live within a dream

Words flow like water
Brushing past my fingers, quickly
An unobtainable river
But taking the drops from my palms
Dipped in the tide
I shake a precious dew
Hopefully settling
Into some thing,
Some great being of vastness
To drink, drench, quench even,
It's multitude of worries
and curiosities
To flow in like an ocean,
Setting wonders in motion,
And healing animosities

I'm a socially awkward person
Who comfortably pretends not to be;
My friendships are so spotty, I'd be dotty
To delude any of them not to be!
Although, its true, I have no foe,
But who would be my friend?
My silence is my shelter,
When the chaos never ends.

It might have been an idle dream,
It could have been a lie
But when I saw your shining face,
A thousand years went by.