O, to live in the absence of time
when days are not days, but moments
always begun, never at end
unplanned, uncharted
and remembered

I am a man of few words
This I know you know
And of the millions of words there are
My feelings for you I cannot show

Perhaps I could say "radiant"
You are brighter than the sun
Your smile lights even my dull grey self
A quality I have seen from no one

Or maybe you are thrilling
The way you do the things you do
I would never consider taking such risks
But perhaps one day I will with you

But still I feel these words do not fit
And I guess I will sit and wait
I will not say a word unless it is perfect
But I fear that when it comes to me
It may be a moment too late

Love.
What is it?
Is it a fancy,
Or a feeling?
Is it a thought,
Or an emotion?
Is it selfish,
Or selfless?
Is it always riciprocated,
Or is it always painful?
Is it ever sunshine,
Or is it always fog?
Is it warm,
Or is it cold?
Is it sweet,
Or is it bitter?
Is it even worthwhile in the end?

But,
What
Do
We
Have
Without
It?

Lonliness.
Hate.
Solidari­ty.
Inequality.
Spite.
War.
Terrorism.
Peacelessness.
Restlessness.
******.
Suicide.
Me­ntal hospitals.
Drugs.
Alcholhol.
Addictions.
Deleteriousness.

What do we have without love?
A b s o l u t e l y
N o t h i n g
G o o d
O r
H a p p y.

I ask you again-
What
Is
L o v e ?
What our world needs now...
More
Than
A n y t h i n g
Else.

We must love.

There's something of a haze out there
even in the cold air, and through the wind.
It settles in the Midwest, as if mountains
should be towering above. But there are
none.  Littering the sidewalks are these
piles of leaves smelling of old must, and
trailing on boot soles.  Naked trees.  Sights
so forlorn and unknown to me before, singular
and close like the wet smack of feet on the ground
when someone close to me trips.  When I trip.
Slogging through Fall like nothing at all.

i misplaced my trust in you, i know
when you said you loved me it was just for show
the last words you wrote to me were...
so cold
as i lay alone now in my bed
your words still trapped inside my head
this bitter loneliness is...
so cold

when i found the letters that you left
i read them with a heart full of regret
maybe i'll learn to let it go
some day
you stitched your name across my heart
and with the threads you tore it apart
i will dig up the pieces
some day

i can still read your letters under my skin
i finally learned just to turn away,
but in the end i guess you win,
i can still see your letters under my skin.

you branded me with your sorrow covered handcuffs
and you've lost the key to your own heart
if you can't love yourself, how can i expect the answer
to be somewhere within, This was Hopeless from the Start.

i finally learned just to turn away,
but in the end i guess you win,
i still see your letters under my skin
i still read your letters under my skin.

**** you!
For the nights I tried to sleep
But the thought of you kept me awake
For the moments I'd like to keep
Even though there's a lot at stake.

**** you!
For the days I spent in fear
Of the day you'd go somewhere new
For the music I endlessly hear
'cause I got the files from you.

**** you!
For the electric current in the air
Every time we would happen to meet
For the desire to smell your hair
Even though it wouldn't be descreet.

**** you!
For the pictures you plant in my head
Every time I hear your name
For the words that were never said
Though we both seemed to feel the same.