The pen is mightier
When you're bored.

She tries to tickle
Me. But I just
Laugh.

Enough sparrows
To chase a crow
Doing
So.

Less is more;
Readers of poetry dread wet feet;
Often
Drop novels

One haiku deep.

I would not shed a tear
I would ****** myself

Upwards
And fly

Into clearest of skies
Where no worries arise
Because that's what it

Feels like
To die.

The car I thoughts was parked
Up the road lending headlights
To my bedroom wall is in fact
The moon.

Sometimes the way you look
At me gives me that cold
Worry you get

When your cat has been
Gone for a few days too
Long.

Then you do something
Like writing I love you,
Sverre in the palm

Of your beautiful paw to
Show me, and reassurance
Scratches meowing

At the door, craving half
A tin and a belly-
Rub.

I saw my little brother
On stage last night.
Singing, owning the room.
His pride was my
Pride. I could no longer
Denounce
Buddha.

Collapse renders
Tunnel
Cave.

When will the stars of our
Love go out?
Both of us numb to the
Touch of the other?
See worry or pain, and
No longer bother? Not
Really care if we're with or
Without.
When will the stars of our
Love go out?

The thought is as distant to me
As the sun.
I know for a fact it will
Rise in the morning.
I'm too busy loving to look
For a warning.
Perhaps time will tell me that
You're not the one.
The thought is as distant to me
As the sun.

Putting worlds onto
Paper.

I am a poet.
Only lie in
Writing.

I try to always lift on
the heaviest side.

I offer up the last
slice, last

spoonful, final
piece.

I call my mother
before she has to

call me. I've never driven an
automatic

in my
life.

Waking up with my
Head on her naked chest

Made me feel
Fourteen

Remember not to leave the
Refrigerator door of
Your heart
Open.

I waste not a lamb's tailshake
On yearning; missing someone

That was -but isn't.
Life is too short to dance
With yesternight's attention.

I waste not one thought;
One tear;
One sliver of regret
On something that ended for
Something.

I love now.
As forever as Universe.

Breathe in my eyes
so I can lend tears to
your face.

I have nothing to cry
over, except that you
do.

The Devil rests
Within the chests
Of men whose muse is Wine.
He wears my face
So well some days
His name just might be mine.

Never dream. Plan.
Enjoy the way your future...
Smells. Sense it, then move towards
It without chasing
Anything.

Intend, and the rest will birth itself.
I've seen friends who failed every class
In high school get better jobs than
Us others ever dared
Aim for.

I've seen other friends abandon
******, fight every unmerciful
Second of withdrawal, day by
Day, and win.
Alone.

I've decided what kind of person
I want by my side as I move
Away from my last chapter and into
This. She's here
Now.

In solid love, I intend this to go on.
I hope it'll go on. God, I'm
Looking forward to this going on,
And on. And  
On.

My will is my command.
I apparently know not
How to fail. The bigger picture
Is always
Biggest.

Defeat is an
Attitude.
Victory is
An
Attitude.

A picture says more than a
Thousand words.*  
Every drop if ink
A pixel. Every word
A world.
A thousand pictures
Held without effort
In the
Unclenched

Hand of

Poem.

A time for togetherness.
A time for missing.

I carry with my hands.
I carry with my heart.

Such difference between
Grip

And
*Embrace.

I hit myself with my hammer.
I know you know when I say
Pain so explosive
You laugh.
For sure, you know that thud
That says "nail" like the others, only
Other.

Your eyes hit mine like hardware.
I know you know when I say
Beauty so dizzying
You laugh.
For sure, you know that in
That says "love" like the others, only
Other.

Despite all my losses
never a loser

all the jokes; word games.
no clown

take all that I own
no poor man

****** palms, non-  
Messiah

I rest to strike
with greater force,

saving all my laughs
for last.

Perfection. I am perection.
None of what I am
Is me.

Twice as strong
Twice as patient
Twice as confident

Double halves
Dancing

I find missing things
In you

Even your shadow
Is my

Friend

But with the sound of friendly
Voices behind my
Steps  

It is how I breathe at times
When many others
Cannot, you

Have to smile before
I can say you're
Beautiful

Tears from hurt, then fear, then
lust, then contentment.
one sliding down the still
wet path of the other.

nothing changes like the
weather
within
woman.

The way my greek
Collegue Vasilis
Smiles like a little sunrise
Every morning
Asking with genuine
Concern if I'm well

Makes my
Every day
Ok

I set my
Alarm on
Nothing.

Live like you
Do when you

Have little even
When you

Don't and you
Never will

When she's dead in the ground
All that's left to be found
Are the parts that she
Bought for their lust.
She struts and bashes
Until it's "Lashes
To ashes and bust to dust."

I wish this
-our first year-
would be the one where

you smiled the most
ever.

and the next.
and the next.

I can't wait to do
my best.

I behold
Beautiful girl
Holding kitten
With a toy in its
Mouth
All of us
Refusing
Release.

Only gods create.

All of you
That do,
Are.

I fell asleep with my
Face against her young neck
Dreaming of silken skies
Above velvet oceans that
Saw me sink and sink
And sink
Undrowning.

Is the easiest thing.
I'd live forever
for you.

The old man stares helplessly at
The way her ******* move as she's
Walking.
She not only lets him; smiles.
His best day since -57.
There's an angel for every
Purpose.

I like to remind
Myself

*This is as old as
I've ever been

But they may very well the absolute
Middle ones.

Thank God they are a poem.

Content.
All pubs closed.
All drink drunk.
Homebed.
Outside is
Outside.

I close my eyes, me ears, my mouth, my hands
And become stationary static.
A statue of an angry self-
Posing as art or decoration.

With the ridgid character of rock
I turtle myself into an imaginary shell.
The world can place itself in the gap between alone and lonely.
I need this space

To grow; so I won't deform.
To sleep without my pet demon growling in his sleep
At the foot of the bed to watch me.
I need to see the inside of something that I'm outside,

And I need you to understand:
When I hold you a little too tightly while my mouth travels
The curve of your collar bone and shoulder-
Each other's names tattooed on our bodies;

That when I say that I see you as nothing less than mine,
It means not only for now; forever.
It means until the last star has burned out and the night sky
Is pitch black and dead.

It means until everything is nothing.
When all that is was.
Take it for granted-
I breathe you, whether I laugh
Or cry.

Sorry for biting your
Neck too hard.

I am a man.
Food is my other
Lover.

For once I take steps
Without waiting or
Chasing.

So much easier now
To walk hand
In hand.

Don't follow
Me. Just
Come.

I will edit this
When I'm older.