You have to witness any

event in awe

for it to really

sink

in.

There has to be something there

other than an excuse

and a reason to count your sins.

The belief in more of infinity

and less

of an end.

At some point

you stop trying to conquer the walls;

destroying the buildings that we're in.

At some point, you just know what’s what.

There are different eyes to watch the world

but none of them know for sure

what they are watching.

They say
that the old red thread connected
by the soul
of two lovers to be
cannot be broken, only
twisted,
never severed; as it would seem.
But please,
tell me.
If only it would allow us to see
just where that red thread leads

where has my heart gone to be
&
Will it ever come back to me?

Nights filled with smoke
endless hours
spent
tidying up; leftover notes
on the bedroom floor
there is
something more
than a half-minded thought,
i'd forgotten you..
the ways you haunt.
You flaunt it; your love
The boundries we've become.
Our words will always echo
but never
leave our tongue.

When the time for talk is past
statues of gold will realign their
stature,
their common focal point-
The place where
eye met eye
and I met you.
Sure, that place is long gone,
swallowed by the sea.
Sure, it's defeat,
yeah it's a symptom of the war
whether 'lone or groups between a storm.

All depressing tidings have washed away,
all seasonal blessings fade.
All apart came the threads of mind
All apart,
All in line.
You'll find me somewhere lost in mine.

People say that

i’m fun

& i’m kind.

The kind of spirit they enjoy

I hear all the talks

friend vs friend

in different

housing

-they can’t

hear what each is saying

yet,

even after the badmouthing

the namedropping

the telephone calls still come in

clear as day

for them

but, people

say

that i’m fun

& i’m the kind of person

you can count on

when the sink stops working

or the cable goes

out.

but you don’t hear my phone

ringing.

Somehow, beauty
transpires the spine
leaving vertebrae singing in perfect
little lines
of intersecting joy
& order.

It's a mess
but to confess; I will
hold it to you & say
that babe;
"You didn't really wanna stay anyways."
so love of mine, go trip down those memory lanes.
I'll be lookin' as they wane;
Disappear and erase.

The hungry,
the sick
&
tired.
The lost,
battered,
beaten,
&
starved.

The streets sweat themselves clean
again & again
until
there is no
place
for a heart.

The forgotten - to be.
I see
them.
Everywhere.
Their faces
pass me
like an airliner
to a
bus.

Something grand will be crashing
and dwindlng in size
learning how
to live
with different sets
of eyes.