Bold my words.
You may lose the sky but
Never stop trying

Yellow is the color of the banana you ate
before you died in that beautiful place

Surrounded by faces

How do you **** an idea?

Find its weak point and
smother it with insincerities

Twisted up in well-done lighter flames
I don't want the truth

I aim to make you uncomfortable
Crunch off every ounce of your mentality
And float away, dancing inside flowers

Heavens crash upon a raindrop in a flurry of
Sighs

It's impossible to fake who you are
Improbable and although conceivable
Absolutely undeniably impossible

Discovery comes with time and it's a mutual
Reimbursement when time leads to discovery
Please don't take too long, I don't know how to
Wait here

The moment when you
Pass under a bridge and hear
The rain stop

Just a moment, a perfect
Few seconds of silence before the sights and
Sounds come flooding back in

Enjoy it.

I'm losing my mind
And there is nothing else to say

Woke up this morning and for a little while
Was confused as to why my eyes were bloodshot and hurting
Gingerly prodded to assess the damages, deemed workable
And then I remembered

My cheek pressed into the carpet
Riding a seemingly endless flow, mouth
Twisted open and eyes shut
It was the watch that got me

It felt like the equating of sides, the returning of possessions
And then the door. I hate the door.
When I heard it close, I lost it
Forced myself to remain composed until I could escape upstairs
And let loose.

She's leaving soon
[Masked bandit runs onstage and stabs in heart, leaves]
And it's going to be excruciating for
The next month and a half
But there is no such thing as goodbye

Goodbye is, in truth
A word, a phrase that should have no place in this world
Seeing as all it does is transfer its dark tail to an
Unknowing and usually unwilling recipient
[Bandit returns, retrieves knife, leaves]

The vast majority of the masses would consent to labeling my ideas as
Idealistic.

Fine then, I suppose they could be thought of as such by people who consider
Them to be impossible, improbable, or merely unlikely
There is a rhythm to my thinking, however, to
Take a good thing and expand upon it, learn from it, live with it, grow
[Clowns dance across screen]
Until all the self-righteous fools and their cemented mindsets become old and
Sodden with unknown wealth

Intellect can only get one so far before one must understand that
Not everything will be understood
[Large dog chases tennis ball across field]
And to persist in questioning, in excess discovery is to eliminate the wonder
The beauty that persists in all things, or at least to
Diminish it

Keep the volume up
The love strong
The fire burning
Your heart sound
Your dreams huge
My will stone
My mind clear
Our lives intertwined
Our lives intertwined
[Sunset fades to black]

I want to see you
Every moment of every day
Never grow tired
And never grow old

The whole foundation of the recognized word
Could be crumbling behind our eyes
And it would not matter

Great missiles of anger and hate may be aimed at us, fingers
Poised above powerful buttons
And it would not matter

Because right now
Here
You are with me
And I am with you

Even in the most unlikely places
We are reminded of the
Necessary nature that composes a
Melancholy side to live, in all its
Splendors, that permeates
The yell of our yellowing veils

Great zeppelins of consideration
Titans among petty thoughts
Coast through the oceans of will
In which few fish nowadays
Content merely to partake
Of the land life

Are we so complacent at present
To overlook the neglected mindsets on
Whom we have turned our backs as of
Late?

Soon they will prove to be valuable
Allies in a fights against a greater evil, fueled
By centuries of lackadaisical behavior when
Faced with far too many illusions for
One man or a hundred to manage

Sullen sprinkles rage across the
Little one's mind, coupled and
Doubled among fleeting glimpses
Of responsibility at times

But the train can never un-chug
Itself back on its tracks
And the life worth living is one
Of great achievement and
Humility at the top, always
A sense of the relative
Importance of the word

And careful attention to the
Few facts that present themselves
As offerings before an altar
But are taken as welcome
Friends, worn and tires, who seek only
A fire and a meal to purge the chill from
Their bones, but of course they
Know (perhaps not)
The sun always does
A better job

So many lines peel off my mind
Like the **** coating on a succulent clementine
You remind me of everything good

Hope abounds

And every sentence is with exquisite reason
Each word branches from the great waterfall in
Shimmering intent

It is not coincidence that we fit together perfectly in our hugs

Just a note, wavering softly in the darkness
A pure, beautiful sound
Open your heart, close your eyes
And let me breathe you in

Skies have been cloudy for days
Great mothballs threatening liquid
Vengeance, and all the weathermen predicted
Rain. I for one anticipated a second
Flood, torrents of water so as to wash
Everything down the drain
And why not?

That would be horrifying and
Exciting in most respects
But the rain refuses to be
Dislodged from its clouds, looming
Above a waiting world to firmly assert that
It will not visit, not until the grass is a bit greener and
The flowers show their true colors

But the brittle brown grass cries out for water and the
Cracked gray flowers weep with despair
Because, of course
Water is vital, and
Everyone needs a rainbow

Exploration, soul through a straw
Thought they had told you
Oh, did you now?

Shouts from nostrils, echo
From synapse to eyelash
Universal reverb, total
Drunkenness, did we
Say chocolate? Should
Be *****, bleach, anything
That burns for an instant and
Brings relief through the fogs
Of god-knows-what-else and

Is she coming in here to see
Me like this? Oh,
Please no. Once is enough
And even that time left a nasty
Band of scar tissue mocking out a
Word, I fear for my mind in
Spite of everything. It fails to
Consider my heart and plods on
To the grave, as determined as
When it first twisted

Am I alive?
Is this real?
I feel like a dream?
I feel like dying?
I feel ****** up to the core?
Translate.
And don't be turned off now
Embrace it.

Don't fear it
Embrace it.

Then it will leave you alone.

I don't care who you are.
If you have written something heartfelt,
Post a link or direct me to it
In the comment section
Please

The storms randomly appearing outside my window
I thought it was an angry neighbor, rolling their garbage can around in rage
To an intrusive fence or overly vocal dog
But no
It is a full-fledged raindrop fest
That affixes itself to my ears in memory and
As an old friend, this rain

But I am a bit tired
Unused in my 6 months of laziness to any expenditure of
Energy whatsoever
And I ran in your name today
Red-faced and puffing, mostly nearing the end
I ran in your name

It felt good.

Sitting always with a pen tap tap tapping
To the direction of a long, tapered finger
Restless paper shuffles, eager to be filled
With medical jargon, words that have
No place in my heart and have never
Existed there, even now failing to mix the oily
Madness with pure liquid thought

Ask your questions of me then, and
I promise to do my best to answer
Watching my thoughts become trapped by
Your pen, locked into paper prisons between
Blue lines and then signed with a practiced
Flourish of fingers, sealing my fate as surely
And unwaveringly as countless others before
I disappear under your gaze, vanish amidst the
Oil pastels that line your office
Time stops here.

I wish I had that kind of control.

This is addressed to the ears of whatever is wrong with me.

*******.

I will not break.

Fake wood on all these tables
Beautiful grains ebbing and flowing
Across a deep brown
It's all fake, didn't someone tell you?
A sticker, an assumed truth that peels off like dead skin
Proven later to be nothing close
To true woods

Sugar stings as much as salt
Poured in an open wound, if not more
Best to let it air dry, kissed by the sun
And not corruptible lips
And not corruptible lips

Stifled memories, memorized faces
Pop up at the strangest times
And assault with swords strung from quotes
Points of color that break the skin
Let it alone now
Let it alone

I just woke up from a dream
In which I was falling
Thinking of it now, I wish I had
Ended up in your hands after
Such a tiresome plummet
And what did you dream?
Hopefully rainbows, yes

Hopefully a full spectrum of
Colors swirling from a waterfall
Or a great gathering of all
Peoples to make peace and
Birth love beneath the shadows of their
Bombs

These are the dreams that should enlighten and
Inspire you to live fully and selflessly in the
Hopes of one day breaking the thin membrane
That stands between the wishing world
And ours

Just take this paper and
Fill it with your hopes and dreams
Get it all our, purge yourself
Ink as acid, eating your thoughts
As they are put into records
Pressed into pedals

Invest in a quality pen
It will be your best friend with
Whom you fight but it all works
Out in the end sometimes

Free your mind, meditate
Don't run away when you look
In the mirror and see a fungus
Staring back at you, beady eyes
It's just a dream, so write about it

Understand insanity is a relative term with a long
Twisted history of art, and
You are the next generation of the Dickens
The Poe, the Dickinson, the Card, the Hawthorne

Discover greatness in yourself, for
You are a writer
And you can do anything

My back is tight, knotted
I'm not entirely sure why
But I would trap a dozen
Eskimos for a massage, honestly

Enter the sad realization that, despite
Bruno's good intentions, he is unable to
Fulfill this request with paws
Oh, but that's alright

It's one of those half-hearted dreams
That drifts along in wispy bits
Every now and again
To whisper and invoke a peace
Within the cataclysm, but don't dare
Turn around, or it will be
Gone

Like the ghostly fingers untying me
One loop at a time because
They've lost the scissors

Pen to paper, pen to paper
Come on, flow. Work your magic.
Ah, there it is. A bit distant, but it's there.

I aspire to be something
Someone
Can't remember exactly what
Or who
But someone, I will be
Technicolor, bridges
Between
Always between the cities

Quite a pollution problem, they
Really should do something about
That.
Faded orange, red, gold sunset
Awaits me and whomever else
I happen to find near the edge

Falling slowly
Into a bench or a log or a
Cliff that grudgingly bears us for
A little while, then
Lets us go

The heat outside must be a result of the
General increase in emotion that sometimes
Follows summer, top down and
Music eased up and maxed
Out among the sunglassed groups

Flipflop tans and cool lake water
Rubbing on bronzing lotion that
Allegedly prevents tanning

Today is a day, is the day
For adventure and discovery
All to ever want a cove in which
To waste away each and every hour

Drink plenty of water, make
Plenty of love and you'll be
Alright my friend, alright

There's always the lemonade if
Heat should assume the role of an adversary
Sparring on the green grass
What better way to live?
And where are you, to wonder
I'll play louder for you

Our coats are almost the same
They keep us comfortable, colored
Safely there, yes?
Different zippers, different things
Holding each of us together
And similar but distinct
Colors, more red in mine and
Blue in yours, but
Our coats are almost the same

Pockets for thoughts you don't want to
Open until later
Hoods for hiding, sleeves for hiding
Insecurities
Mine has a hole, and as far as I know
Yours does not

Our coats are not the same
And that's good
Reservations at a fancy table in an
Alright restaurant play out our words
And the jackets remain on our chairs as we
Leave, preoccupied with conversation

No matter how the glow from inside draws me
The rabid dog barks at my door
Forever distracting
Someone **** that dog.

The world is a cruel predator
Preying on the innocent.

Save as many as you can
Before they go under

Up on the roof there are choices
The freedom to fall, it's a hefty decision
But a decision nonetheless and one we all must come to face
In time only the whispers will survive
Lingering in the ears of the attentive
Lost within the murmur of countless souls

But there on the roof it is simple
Life or death, hell or beauty, togetherness or solitude
All brought to light above the lights
Of dull orange, illuminate the drug deals and
Quick kisses in alleyways
(We never saw it coming)

To jump would be a mistake
But so is life at its core
Turning in upon itself in a vicious cycle
Until we are flung off, one by one
Like leaves rattling in the spokes
Of your shiny red bike

I am permeable.
Your thoughts, your words, you
Pass easily through me
Or would do so normally
But there is a snag, a
Rusted dull orange of a
Barbed wire fence threaded
Through a tree
That stops this
And we have grown
And we will grow
As the tiny umbrella plant became
The tropical masterpiece, beloved
Beneath the blue

Should charcoal clouds gather, we
Must not join the masses
But embrace the storm
And embrace each other
We'll be alright, I know it
Anything less than wonder is impossible
And we refuse to shop at the GAP

I say what I mean, and I mean what I say

Nothing will change
Because everything about us
Is perfect.

Green is the color of life
Not the neon green of toddler toothpaste
Or the gray-green swirls of size-14 bowling *****
But the forest green, the deep vitality of a leaf or stem
Underlies every important thing we encounter

The shoots stuck between my toes, fragile leaves
Crushed under thoughtless steps from relative giants
Don't you agree?

The contemptuous, superfluous, inconspicuous, jealous
Lies we spout to justify our conformity when
There is no justification, no yelling
No calloused hands begging in corners for change
Dusty old tires churning along vacant streets
With dusty old memories trailing behind

The glow of our candles
Blazing thoughts into the darkness around
Crunches from violin strings
Circumventing the whole world
Instead to focus on the light

The beauty.

Some people get so caught up in the physical
Attributes of our mutual friend
They lose sight of what brought them together in the first place
We are not some people.

Remembrances are not a consideration
Stand as a false choice on the punchcard
I will dream with you
Wide awake, stepping on eggshells, scared to death
Into the night with you, walking our rainbow path
Eyelids heavy enough to allow for a beautiful life

The devil's words will hold no merit, no weight
In this new world of ours
God knows we are all good friends
Knots of fear sinking to the pits of our stomachs
******* and twisted

But barbed wire and blades cannot cut your flesh when
You choose not to believe in them
They will bloom into clouds and
Float far away

Reach for the leather-bound book on the highest shelf
Touch an angel's face
Drink in tears that pour from the ceilings of every library
Too fragile to break
And the soul listens to all it holds in between its slender fingers
Rich dirt raining down from the crevices
Raining life upon a wasteland

We're composing, you and I
Composing something greater than
Either of us can imagine
And it makes sense
For one to find the other
On occasion, the universe demonstrates
The greatest of compassions

I'm afraid
No work will be done today
As happy as I am
It is hard to attempt math
Equations on a cloud

She kissed my scars
That moment lingers on, whispering
I like you for who you are
All of you

And I do
My heart giving me
Away at times
I do

Nothing will ever be the same
Least of all my life

It sputtered and coughed to life in my mind first
And I believe yours did the same
Worn paint, chipped and weathered
But fresh new wheels
Roaring down desert roads

Mind the way from Phoenix
As you begin in Santa Fe

The nights were the worst
Cold coyote howls
Lonesome worries

But soon another came into view
For you it was me and
For me it was you

Easing the brakes and turning the key
We smile and set up camp

Twisted is the path we weave
Between the vines as
Torture turned a temple
Beneath mounds of promises
Waits patiently
For the next explorer

There is time enough for everything
But we should not passively stand by and
Let time own us

Swirls of color in the rain
Proclaim our thoughts
Swirls of color in the rain
Exist only before our eyes
Remain there forever
As wisps of beauty

I notice these often
They like to leave before I can
Get a feel for them, sadly
But there is time enough for everything
And shed the societal norms

And don't be afraid to dive into something wonderfully new
The swirls of color in the rain
Belong to the two
Of us, and we belong here
Complete and joyous
Free at last
Clean beneath the water

It is early
And the day is not ready to begin
But we force it to anyhow

Why pause for a second
When you could be accomplishing something
You know how things are
How people become
Either what they wanted or
A socially acceptable polar opposite

Listen to the elder
Innate is the desire for concrete expression
That is to say
A medium that one may reflect upon

Our populations at large have masked this need
Supplementing it with a salary or material goods
This is false fulfillment

This is false fulfillment
And will leave you hollow
And cold.

Open the book and
         BAM!!!
Right in the face
Screams Chapter One

"SHE STOOD BY THE WINDOW
AS RAIN DRENCHED HER POODLE"

Begin to wonder
Why her poodle is outside
Is it a punishment?
Is there a jail poodle among us?

The megaphone changes hands
And Chapter Two asserts

"WELCOME TO THE RAT RACE
FRIENDS, BE SURE TO PICK UP
YOUR CAP AND GOWN"

At the door, you wonder
Only to conclude that this
Book is nonsensical, surely
Or at least not for the
Faint of heart

Brilliant
Deluded, perhaps
But delusions are, by definition
Slightly confusing in nature

Yet there is no confusion here
In this corner of my mind
Where there are not walls
But faces

If you look quickly
You can see where they meet
The juncture
But look again

Is it there?
It is.
Where?
     There.
There?
     Here.
Care?
     Everywhere.
Now
?
Stop
?
Interrupting
?
Me
.

Life is better out loud.
It is out loud that we learn
And in learning all things are possible

Do you remember the candles
Lost as you were inside their flame
You do.

I can see it in your eyes
They contain so much, really
Instantaneous connection via gaze
I do believe I've just about finished
This chapter in my life

Yes, there's the bold heading
Visible through these thin pages

And once one is through
You'd best start another
Or get lost in the margins
Of someone else's notebook

It is as silent as a library should be
Though they rarely live up to their namesakes
And on occasion a noise might
Betray the location of one inhabitant
Blissfully stuck between bindings

And it is funny that what some people fail to recognize
For lack of proper examination distance
Can be quite apparent to an outsider
Funny
Like clowns.

I want to fall asleep with you in my arms
You know I trust you

You know.

Fumble mumble jumble
Words or are they thoughts
Or are they notes or are
They voices in my head in my thoughts

mind you I'm not mind you I am not
mind YOU I'm in no way
out of it
I'm in it am I I am I'm in on it
It all makes sense
And no need for cents or dollars
or nickels or the lot of it all

trade in happys in melancholys in smiles
in everything that matters not things
we assign false meaning to

Monetary wealth makes no difference
In the end
It all comes down to how you have
Gone about expressing yourself

Who has listened
Who has taken the initiative
And such

So scrap your hammered ideals
And join me.

Fling your paint across this canvas
Bring to it your struggles
Fill it with the colors of your life

And don't hold anything back
Or the casual passerby
Might wonder what it was

One slim tapered finger
Brimming with determination
Slides the plunger home
With a soft wet ripping gasp

"You may experience a slight
tingling sensation as it spreads
outward", she recalls
With moderate amusement
Written in black sharpie
On the side of a mason jar

But she had cared then
Filling the long hollow chamber
Cared as the anticipation
Held her captive
And filled her mind with lucid
Thoughts, disturbing and familiar

and this commotion makes it down
To the depths of a stone well, hidden
Inside the medicator
Where a beautiful girl
Turns her face toward the light
And curses her prison once more

Firestorm
The ticking stops
And we look around, astonished
To be in a forest, surrounded on all sides
By charred trees
Victims of wild energy
At one time or another

It is in this corpseyard
That brilliantly colored
Paper clues lazily drift
Down upon the breeze
To tangle in your hair
And cover my eyes

But not until much later
Would I realize
Had I opened them
And not remained fearful
Of these new lenses

I might have seen through their voices
The vibrant hues you brought with you

But as is
We merely circumvented the beauty
Made our way slowly to the gates

And, unknown to us
The magentas and forest greens
Wilted in the darkness
As we left.