the
soul dwells
inside
the
mind
where
wisdom
stands
upon
the wind

Today was unusual,
while crossing a rocky
path, my 42 year old
son reached back offering
his hand to steady my
steps of progress.
A small thing at first glance.

When for all these years
it was me holding his hand,
guiding his path.
Age has intervened,
Now our roles have reversed,
as it does, as it must.

Accepting this reality
the only path to choose.

This bed is like a coffin
With a burial each night.
I could tell you where
it all went wrong
But it wouldn't make it right.
I'm never worth
Remembering
You each showed me that.
With your pretentious self obsession
Words that always fell flat.
Each day is long and empty.
I cannot find my way,
So forgive me
Graciously
While I slowly fade away.

I made nothing out of everything today.
I felt blank.
Then a shining little string of hope came.
Then more.
I blew away the cloud above my head.
I figured, why not make everything out of the nothing.

Back in December it felt like you,
Would never leave but I guess it's true,
That nothing gold can ever stay,
and so you have to go away.

I wont lie, I'm going to miss,
Your lips and how they feel when we kiss,
but I have strength and I have hope,
That without you I'll somehow cope.

In a place where my head is full,
Of thoughts like "hes so wonderful",
Is when ill need your touch the most,
Instead of just some wispy ghost.

Memories will help to ease the pain,
On the nights loneliness drives me insane,
But even so, in the darkness ill weep,
Myself into an uneasy sleep.

Maybe all I need is one more day,
To fix our problems and convince you to stay,
but time is the one thing that I can't suspend,
Because all good things must come to an end.

You aren't going to find what you're looking for
in the mouth of the new woman you love,
even if you search behind her teeth for years,
even if you finally find the words to describe the emptiness
that blooms inside your body-
You're never going to find whatever you're trying to find
within some other empty chest,
mouth,
stomach.

She will let you look though.
She will offer her body to you
as if she's spent her whole life waiting for you to use her
to feed your soul.
She will map out all the places you can search,
and tell you all her stories
of how she grew into those places you're about to hollow out.
She will let you take her apart and search for yourself
behind her lips,
and
between her thighs.  
She will let you,
and so will the next one,
and then next one,
and the next.

You will burn through their bodies like a forest fire
until you realize-

Whatever you're looking for
can only be found
in the only place you are too afraid to look.

Whatever you're looking for is somewhere lost
inside yourself.

At every turn
Is the voice's spread hand,
Almost like the echoes stream
In the passionate resonance.

  Let it go.

And yesterday is loud in the silence
In the invisible pain,
Edge of nowhere
And tomorrow.

  Walking backwards
To the abyss of yesterdays,
The spirit flickers
And begins a dissolution of faces.....

   Only the voice remains
And a haunting of regret.

leaking pearl ear rings
shining
she sings of
glass.

In the images mirrored she
has borrowed a lifetime
and more
conductors who then wrote
and loaned
her the score
tampering with time
she learns how to mime
the words,

vocal chords shot by
the distill of
a thousand and one
mountain men
high on the skyline
an end to a lifetime
a drink to another
old friend.

Down by the remains
of the charcoal pits
ash still spits from
the mouths of the homeless.

To you
     who are afraid of heights
   Not because you're afraid to fall
   But because you're afraid
     you will not know how to get down
   Because sometimes you need to
     when you've been way way up
               You can keep chasing the stars
               But you will need to feel the ground
               Don't lose someone who makes you feel so.