The moon soars across the sky,
chasing clouds
behind the stars.

Sometimes
when the night long,
and sleep short...
Old ghosts gather
close around me.
Of them all
the one
I always look for
among old lovers
and lost friends,
are your
welcoming eyes.

We never
walked together
beneath the falling leaves.
We never
made love
in the evening dew.
Now... We
never will.

Between eternity
and eternity,
eternity.

Always with the barkers voice.
Don't take it personally kid,
that's just the way of the world.

Its a suckers game.
You'll never know all the rules
and Mephistopheles holds all the cards.

You're going to lose everything you love
and we're all going to die.
Step right up. Roll the dice.

Next...

Free to the first caller,
one set of dreams,
another of hopes.
No longer needed...

If Quantum mechanics is right
All that has been,
all that is
and all that will
or might be...
All exist at the same time.
If so somewhere
in time/space
the stars are campfires of the ancestors.
Ancient rituals are performed at Stonehenge.
Three wise men brush off the dust of ages
to follow a star.
Somewhere,
the deadly ovens still burn.
All that is happening now
in real time,
and every potential future,
from a cinder of an earth
to paradise
is all happening
at once.

There are three souls
in every relationship.
The two...
And the one created
by their dancing.

For sale...
one bouquet of roses,
never given.

Pay to be born.
Pay to live.
Pay to die.
***** that.
No matter what
the ******* say or do,
no one owns your body,
nobody owns your soul.
They did not say Be
and it was.
We are free.

Heaven smells like a hospital
Clean and sterile like Sunday morning.
Hell reeks like a bar
after a sweaty Saturday night.

Oh Goddess, Mother Earth
Madonna of the squirming world.
Yours is of the soil.
The stench of life... ****, ****, ***
and dirt.
The churning nitty gritty.
In the garden,
behind the barnyard...
in the wreckage of a bed
bent over the kitchen table.
Goddess, Life.
I worship you
In all
your sweaty glory.

We were dead matter
for so very long
its a pleasure just
to wiggle ones toes in the sand.

We are spirits of this world,
its fate and ours, inexorably bound.
Every day that passes,
we hurl faster toward the light.

Oh Dear, dear Shaggy,
your time with us was brief.
But you will live on with us,
etched upon our hearts,
so long as we both
shall live.

"Sail away over the horizon
and either the dragons get you,
or you drop off the edge of the world.
Or, maybe, just maybe,
mast bound,
eyes wide,
and Siren haunted...
You come home
from around the other side."

The ghosts of dearly loved,
long dead pets
scurry about my feet.

The morning after love,
stains on the sheets.

The morning after love,
tears on the pillow.

Time heals
all wounds
they say...
but
time takes time.
Meanwhile
the broken hearted,
pick
at their
sores.

Your fingerprints
are all over my heart.
No matter
how hard I try,
They will not come off.

I like my coffee hot,
I like my coffee cold.
I like my coffee fresh.
I like my coffee a day old.
I like my coffee strong.
Black and bitter,
is how I do it.
I love gourmet coffees.
Hell, I'll even drink instant.
Just don't give me
no ****** decaf.
if you want to be
my friend.