I clutch my chest as the blood
Flows from my open veins.
Nothing can release me from these
Unbreakable chains.

I glance down to the growing pool
Of scarlet around my feet,
I should have known we could never
Make ends meet.

The gruesome memories haunt
My every thought,
Along with the unsettled wars
I constantly fought.

There was no excitement, no glory.
My life is coming to an end
As I tell you my story.
I drop to my knees in the object that

Rought me life,
And remember the need to
End it with that taunting knife.
I scream out in pleasure at the thought

Of my pain ending here,
The sweetness of death is all so clear.
I fall forward to my awaiting death,
No one will hear my last dieing breath.

I learn a final lesson before
The blackness engulfs my soul,
No one really knows when they will become whole.

Cold morning water lip
Straight-------- swallow---- bury me
Bury
Secret, knowing, secret
How clean can she be?
Break me simply
Break me soon
Find me out
Oh, it’s here
No fool, she can’t change it
I cannot, I will not
Go crazy
With love
For you

The one thing you want, the one thing I crave incessantly
Will never happen
So what the **** are we doing here?
Braiding each other’s lost subtleties into something no one wants to see
But us

Free
Fast
Falling
*****

Behind closed eyes lies the truth
Jumbled and broken in bits and pieces
Shattered dreams forgotten
Memories erased
Familiar feelings confound the soul
Fear sears the mind's eye
Faith can release it

And now the vivid leaf of summer green,
Shall burst to flame of flashing fame.
Where reminded youth so sweet and keen,
Fade softly in the autumn’s name.

falling with you to catch me,
i am Icarus.

wings of wax.

the man in the air of your dreams...

I sit and I watch
As the rain comes falling
Listening to the thunder boom
and the howling winds

And I think about those
Who hate the rain
Who claim that it's a boring day
Because they can't do anything

Well I've got something to say
Maybe a new thought to you
This comes as a shock
But weather has feelings too

The weather gets sad too
Just like humans
That's why it rains
They're tears coming down

A comparison would be
That for it to be sunny all the time
Would mean for us
That we have to be happy all the time

That rarely happens
For humans or weather
We just have to run emotions
Because that keeps us healthy

So next time it rains
Just remember this
Let weather run its course
It's just natural

A rainy day is a time to relax
Take advantage of it
Now if you'll excuse me
I'm going back to my outdoor symphony

lens is ancient and crusted with a film of
old blood of the skies and
liquidy fragments of soul that fall from eyes
souls that brush up against the glass
again and again:

the woman with hot black nest of hair
and strange greyish (bone grey flesh) that was
my muse in the winter of nineteen
when she swaggered between warm pockets,
smoked in her t-shirt and apron-
blades of wind
carving out of her
a masterpiece

woman with brown brown riverstone
eyes, settled in bruisy crescents. woman
with the stones (petrified ghosts) that
swung heavily from her neck, my muse in the spring
of nineteen in the trees heart wrapped in musky fabric and
feet wrapped in leather. god she was
beautiful:cloaked in the reddened husk
of shrinking sunlight, hands curled around
my every word

muse in the summer of nineteen. man with
ruthless, undefined lips, long body charcoal
smudged by a sweaty thumb edges nonexistent
neverspoke of evil never heard of
the brand of love i made
came and went without a sound-

flock of blackbirds, oceanheave,
death parting her lips