Sabi
My Bosnian honey
The rarest of beauties
Truly an Unicorn amongst steeds
With fleet feet
My heart races towards you
Like a rag of mustangs
Wild and free
             As you are
                   As you make me
Though I'm a world away
I can feel your heart beside me
Beating
        Thunderously
               Like hooves kissing open earth
If only in spirit
It alone sustains
Our kindered hearts
Amongst the world's stampede
With wise words you used to mend
My open wounds past sustained
My debt remains unpaid
Having little to my name
I declare my love
             My commitment
                     My everything
As a token of my endearment
As an answer to your affection
My dearest Sabina

If to you music is Euphoric
Then to me you are music
Like a needle in a groove
My heart kicks like a drum
Double petal
              Metal
It's almost mental
So good I'm off tempo
Lost in an ocean of bass riffs
Based
Cought by your waves like a music castaway
Overcame by your frequency
I could change the station
Hum a different tune
But it would be no use
I'm addicted
As if hearing music for the first time
All I can do is close my eyes
Let my ears guide my wayward heart
As I fall in love with you

As time moves forward
             It makes
                It takes
                   Breaks apart
When torn asunder
             It shatters
                Scatters
                   Seeds new starts
The living Scars
             Heave
                 Breath
                    Shine like stars
Thier consequence illuminates
              The world at large
A beautiful display
              As if divine art
Oh to woe
              To err
                  To know
                       To hold
The Human Heart

I lay still as if I were a breathing corps.
My heartbeat reminds me I still live.
My mind wanders aimlessly;
It drifts in and out of the borders of valid conception,
and withers to its content.

Am I alive,
or waking from a prolonged dream?
These thoughts contradict my understanding of this world.
They break the grips of my reality,
and plunge me into the unknown.

Although the notion tinges a world of fear.
My perspective shifts;
My consciousnesses fades away
and is vibrantly replaced
by a wave of blissful euphoria.

This is a strange existence.
Time is irregular;
It means nothing here.
Days seem like seconds;
minutes seem like weeks.

O' to what a mishap,
a folly happenstance,
a fringe to conventionality.
To who or what pleasure
do I owe?

Part of me wishes to leave this place.
Albeit a part wishes to remain.
I am in love with this realm,
yet I know there is somewhere else
that I must be.

So now I set sail
to find the world that I came from;
with a pleasant gift from the one I left.
                   I look upon an old existence,
                                             with new eyes.

A king without a crown
holds no fiefs,
no stocks,
nor borders.
His clothes are tattered and worn;
hands tarnished by dirt and calluses.
Looking upon great kingdoms,
he feels joy and admiration.
When looking upon his,
he feels content.
Although its fruits meager,
pride sweats from his brow.
He owns nothing not earned.
and his kingdom?
Happiness

I glimpse upon crimson ribbons.
Streaming gloriously, in horrid scenes.
Their beauty costs a price of pain.
A feeling bathed, in bitter sweet.

Wherefore does your  hearth give?
Nurture from fiery ****.
To kindle my faltering flame,
and bolster me to my feet.

Ode to you my crimson ribbons.
My memoir symphony,
throws fists on razor edge
and tunes the song my nerves dare not sing.

Set loose with heavy hand.
Furry far unseen.
Again I see the crimson ribbons!
Not owned... by me.

My breath
has long fleeted my lungs;
My body
is crippled tirelessly by pain;
My mind
begs for this moment to cease  

This is the moment to yield

Yet I press on...
Through the exhaustion.
Through my faltering muscles.
Through the wall of debilitation

My back is against the wall

Yet I will continue on...
Pass the limits of possibility.
Pass the boundaries of condition.
Pass the ambiguity of self.
'Till I have defeated my enemy
'or I stand before the gates of Valhalla.

My rival hits the floor

Regardless...
I can never accept Defeat
When its only separated from Victory
By a thin
           fine
               line.

I ascend its threshold

The wind sweeps the leaves from their home;
Chilling the air and silencing heat.
This is the season of passing
Solstice of winter sleep.

Though the cold wards many,
I do not own such luxury.
My mind sits restless,
focusing on carrying my weary feet...

This weather invades my heart,
as it is shrouded over me,
by stingy fridged lips
sapping the strength from every beat.

So as my joints stiffen,
As my lungs freeze,
My resolve dissipates
fading into the darkness that kisses my heels.

I must keep moving...
"till I hear the death bell's ring
or I reach my randevu.
Spring

The sky so blue.
Sun tinted by shades.
With nothing to do,
Just lounging the day.

The guitar strings;
Music gently flies .
Like the brisk of wind.
Sweet summer; July

The hammock sways
in blissful breeze.
A day of days,
a heavenly dream.

And where am I,
on such a lovely day?
I'm just chilling...
Like a chinchilla

Oh pale rider,
I lay wondering in slumbers wake
To what beseeches unto you,
such a horrid fate

Is your path a lonesome one?
Have you had loves warm embrace?
Or are you forced to carry
the sins, only you dare to face.

O' fields tended by fragile hands,
Harvested in both day and night;
With no rest, nor break of leave
Ode to your own plight.

Though your deeds go noticed,
They are associated with fear.
The hatred that results of this,
seems to much to bear.

For who could love such a shadow,
a figure that takes loved ones away?
Many shout curses to you,
and whoever speaks your name.

Though they fear your gift,
birthed in the unknown.
My heart goes out to you,
my empathy I do show.

For if there is no love for you,
then I sincerely offer mine.
If to only witness,
the passing's of your time.

I hope my words reach you
As I shout them from my lungs.
I hope you know that even,
The Reaper... can be loved.

Sumer, Winter
shine, or rain,
Doesn't matter
its all the same.
Miles are miles.
They have nothing to say.
Littered with sweat;
Haunted by pain

Our backs are broken
Knees begin to give out
Blister upon blister;
yet none fall out
We are to tired to gripe,
so onward we  roam
into the night.

For all of our troubles;
all of our plight
Its just another day
that burdens no ones mind.
Thankless tasks
that consume our lives
If only we knew
When we signed those lines.

Birthdays,
Christmas,
Turkey dinner,
Weddings,
and funerals
replaced by miles,
burnt out bodies,
and restless hearts

For What?

We stare at other soldiers
and wonder why,
we alone
are bastardized.
After all,
does god not love the Infantry?  
Nay...
****** fools are we

It will never change.
It is
as it always will be.
A few good men
herded
straight to the butcher.
Paraded
like cattle.

Its funny though.
Given a second chance
I'd still wear my blue chord
Standing again an Infantryman.
For all of the ****,
For all of the take
I'd rather be a broken *******
than a *****.

A melody sings
Throughout a concrete jungle
Even it, can find peace

You have to go down to go up
Run towards bullets to live
Roll towards to escape
Go against intuition to succeed
Intuition is the illusion, the Maya
Intuition is the driving force and the prison
It is intangible, it exists and doesn't
Has value but no meaning
Has purpose but is not objective.
To what end but no end
To what a sight to see while blind

Your pleasant gift,
Undying love.
Attrition there is nay.
What callous satire presents itself,
And makes it fade away?
I fear it may be to long lost,
Yet  some hope still remains.
You may find it even though,
Its likely in the grave.

They say the best Warriors
make the best poets.
For art can not be made for the sake of art,
but by the reflection
cast forth by the creators soul
                        their experiences
                              their emotion.

Though my hand has yet  learn to write
my heart does not need such lessons.
It has studied well from adversity of strife.
                                                                     of love
                                                                        of life

It is forever scarred in the shape of art
Joined by a community
Who's souls bleed to paper
in the form of poetry.

Poetry that takes many shapes
Holds many secrets;
Constructs beautiful stories
that express their agony,
                  their joy,
                      their thoughts,
                          their perspective.

If this is how poetry breaths.
How can I not be a poet?

As I join this guild of artist
I will  learn this art
                this wondrous expression
                           this mystery
For how could I not?
When my heart is there
and my mind races toward it
As too, the hearts and minds of many before me
                                                                    many with me
                                                                              and many... to come.

Broken hearts
          Broken home
                      Broken bonds
My mind
          My heart
                  My love

No longer can we sustain
As foundation crumbles beneath our feet
This ship we built
has fallen to sunken sails.

As water rises
Waves strike bow
It fills our boat
and weighs us down

All I've taste for weeks is salt
From my eyes,
         My brow
                My cheeks
I bite my tong in fear
I beg you to change course
Yet you alone Captain this ship
 Blind to ensuing storm.

My heart is to heavy to swim my love
So I must bid retreat.
The thought of loosing you to Davey Jones
Set action upon me.

You cry mutiny
I just cry
It is not a lack of love
Just changing of the tides

How could we have foreseen
this voyage to meet its end.
We were green and rash
Dreaming of an endless journey off into the sunset...

Is there no pen for my hand to bear?
No thought tamed by self owned wit?
The stationary leers into me,
My mind succumbs to hysterical fit.
To what veil shrouds my mind?
A clairvoyant candle once for lit.
O' my imagination's seems,
... acquaintances
                 far past met.

My hands tremble,
The cold nips my skin.
It consumes me.
Comes forth, sunken within.
I light my cigarette
And gaze into the day's light...

I leer on,
to familiar scenes.
They pause for a moment
then unexpectedly change.
I take another drag
And wonder on...

Thoughts relapse
Memories become vivid
Pain and pleasure gray
A thousand things at once
I finish my cigaret
It is night...

It was long ago
and much has changed
but, it wont let me go
the feelings remain the same.

Walking down that wall
distant as it were.
Still hearing the call
of someone who isn't there at all

I can't remember why
We were in that awful place
the memory still haunts my mind
demons I refuse to face

How were we to know
just what we'd see
how were we to hold
onto our sanity

I see them still
lurking behind every door
like I'm still in that hell
even though I've left its shores

I feel like life's a dream
taking me away
from my true reality
how can things ever be the same

I'm sorry my brother
I didn't mean to cause you pain
please don't bother
I need to be taken away

And now that I'm gone
you don't have to worry
I'm at peace and moved on
I'm not in that hell any more

A gust of wind
blows a lone leaf.
Without its roots
it solemnly flies;
Finding nurishment
in these new lands.
Tis a bitter sweet sentiment
for the wind
shall soon return
wisking away
the lonely leaf
and sharing it
with the world.

Every new place
brings new blessings.
A temporary warmth
that sooths
the soul.
It finds companions;
Yet truly
owns no home.
The moments are fleet
as a single heartbeat.
Another gust,
and again,
it flys alone.

Surely,
the lonesome leaf
shall one day sleep
beneath the trees,
Taking root
in a loving place
for it to keep;
Shrouded
by the stars.
Untill the day
it makes its way,
Forever
Wayward.

Falling through the fold
Tis another day
The cage bird sings
                 yet he is not free
His song is of prophets
and rabbits who are late
His peace is left to
the turn of a page

I take my time
Looking through the looking glass
Am I moving too slow?
Am I moving too Fast?
I feel small
but I'm Growing big
I try to find peace
But one foot is in the grave

The Caterpillar blew his smoke at me
It tried to wake the joker
                          yet he was asleep
Instead the hatter took his business
                                                        to the keep
Only to be beheaded
                           by the red queen.

I take my time
Looking through the looking glass
Am I moving too slow?
Am I moving too Fast?
I feel small
but I'm Growing big
I try to find peace
But one foot is in the

The Dealer draws the cards
The name of the game?
Fate
I look for hearts
                        yet only find spades
I wonder if I should even play
I bet it all
pretending to be brave
Only to loose
Everything

We are all just hatters in this world
We puff out smoke pretending to be caterpillars
When in truth we are venturing further down the rabbit hole
*Then who looks through the looking glass?

These moments are hard to come by
       A pack traded for a pack
         A gun traded for a guitar
            A company traded for companions
I wear the same boots
          And yet
I wear a different life
The burden of my pack
          Lessened
By the bounty of experience
I am born a new
   My life
       This road
           These moments
From an extinguished heart
Passion begins ablaze
A fiery spirit
Burning through the skies
Illuminating the night
I fly through the cosmos
       As free bird
          As a new being
              As the Phoenix

I saw the sun
in your eyes.
Like a moth to the flame
Burn me to my demise
How could we feel the same?
We were so blind...
Like Icarus in the sky
                                  falling
from such great heights.

We were such fools
to think we'd survive,
I don't know why
you'd let our light die.
Whats a boy to do,
without you by my side?
Guess I'll pack my things
and ride into the starry night.

Don't know where I'll go
but I'll be all right.
Burn a candle for my soul
in the pale twilight.
Now I head down this road
Alone
        Alone
Yet my head still hangs high
Because I Will find myself
a Home

A cold stare
into a broken mirror
a ghastly ghoul
leers unto me.
My heart rises,
tears fall,
the bed I've made
splinters to unseen fractures.

The beast grins with ax like teeth
destined to devour
a cherry rose flower
placed delicately
on soggy sheets.

The fear...
The regret...
Stand shallow in comparison
to an everlasting candle
faltering on its flame.
It cries for help
as more tears smother it.

     The man
            The beast
                   The Flower
dance to tunes of a scarred heart,
but from the budda belly of the beast
the heart sheds its skin;
the tune changes.
Only the man and rose remain.

My tears have turned to sap now
seeping slowly into the cracks,
mending the the mirror.
With a last glance
only I Remain.

I stare into a mid day sky
yet there is no sun in sight.
The canopy hides all from us
except the heat burning our hides.
Our clothes are four days soggy;
Our stomachs cry out in pain
despite a bounty of subsistence
for hunger yields to impending danger.

There be dragons in this Jungle after all.
Agents of evil working in the dark
hunting us as we hunt them.
We forgo the beauty of this scene.
Ignore the music playing amongst the trees,
a joyous festival not meant for us
the tensions are high
the path rough

Suddenly the carnival is silenced
a covenant broken by a single crash.
Commemorated by a yellow white flash
T'is a still moment illuminated in time.
A searing pain blowing through my mind;
I am reclaimed by the land I've fallen upon.
Back home my young wife cries.
My only question... Why?

A still frame hangs in my mind.
A moment...
           A precious timepiece...
                     That parted uncontested.

When my pen laid still.
My hands followed my feet.
I surrendered my name.
           and rambled towards destiny

Years flew by,
My mind relaxed.
My thoughts were tired;
So I set them free.
And In my steadfast
My fleshy skin was replaced by Iron and Lead.

New found strength
prospected future glory
wayward
I rambled
carrying the ashes
of my artistic self.

In these times
I had no face.
Yet passion and sweat
gave me a name.
As I yelled it out
my passion began ablaze

Thus rose the phoenix
My mind to breath once  more
                   to reflect
                      to broaden
                         to keep

From this I now know
that behind the mask of ordinary
The things I treasure most
Are within the fields of my control
I am the same
Yet different.

Conflict is my Nature
Cunning is my Strength
Passion is my Art.
Now I am strong enough
To bear both pen and sword
I'm back

There are no heralds
to sing epics of this,
The Sea of Infinite.
its music is silence
colored
in Nothingness

As I stare into the Void
It too stares unto me.
I am as empty as it;
We are one of the same,
Endless,
Lonely

Forever is a long time,
yet is only one infinite of many.
It has happened,
             is happening,
                      and will happen;
Yet when captured in a single moment
This too
Shall Pass

I wade in weary waters,
Darker then the void of space.
Alone and abandoned ,
Cursed to bear my boundless weight
I pray fortune finds me.
I pray thine tides sweep me away,
                     and leave me
                                  by your shores.

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The Petals
The Metal
The Clouds

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The Sweat
The Threat
The Sound

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The Flash
The Crash
The Howl

Drip Drop
Drip Drop*
The Blood
The Tears
The... Ground

Its another bad day
Everything’s fading grey
Its hard not to notice
I’m slipping away

I don’t know why
I don’t remember many things
I seem to loose my time
Walking through life like a dream

I feel like I’m drowning
Currents taking me away
It don’t really matter
Its just another day

I don’t look both ways
When I cross the street
If I where to get hit
It wouldn’t bother me

Im not a suicidal man
I just don’t have any worth
This life that I have
Just ashes and dirt

I’m falling through
I’m falling through
I find it hard to tell you
I think I’m through

Fatherhood is like carpentry,
Crafted with patience and care,
Each piece measured and cut with precision,
To build a home that's strong and fair.

The foundation, a steady base,
A father's love unwavering,
Like sturdy beams that hold up walls,
Through storms and winds unrelenting.

A father's guidance, like a level,
Ensuring every step is straight,
Teaching lessons, shaping character,
Like a master craftsman with every trait.

As children grow and set leave,
Fortified wings are left empty,
He never left until the job was done,
His masterpiece finally won.

So here's to all the fathers out there,
Your dedication, like carpentry,
Is a labor of love that never fades,
And builds a legacy for eternity.

Another sleepless night
Binds, passes, burdens, and concludes
there is still tommorrow

A beautiful woman
washes her face;
Above
I stare into
A Morracan Sun
I take a drag
A wave of blissful euphoria
cascades over me.
I relive the thought
her in my arms ,
the taste of her lips,
the warmth
of her heart
I finish my cigarette
And greet
A new day

There are no doors a rappin
There are no shoes a tappin
There are no butterflies a flappin
There are no hands a clappin

It as if nothing happened
Nothing gained or lackin
Another suitcase to be packin

My heart is still
Steadfast my mind

At least there is peace... again goodbye

Write of the mind blind
Head high, all pride
Nothing valuable to find

Lost for the right price
Ill gains, ill mind
Unaware to the chain binds

A prison for mankind
high fines, spent time
Vanity sold to the Limelight

Does it seem all right
Daft mimes, emptied mines
to be sidelined in the grind

You need to rewind
What’s yours, and mine
Grab ahold to your life line

Give your precious life
Post haste, no whine
Live a life worthy and kind

Good news is no lie
Break bread, drink wine
Pray to The Lord, the most high