How do I tell a lily
it is perfect where it lives
and to pluck it from its birthright
would wither what it gives.

How do I tell a mirror
its worth is what it shows
the truth it holds is infinite
its depth nobody knows

How do I tell a mountain
Where it might begin
A determined defiant monalith
its strength is deep within

How do I show a sunset
The colors we all see
giving happiness to the mighty sky
and the relentless iron sea

How do I tell a butterfly
its beauty is not its wings
but in the natural way it always has
brought life to many things

a
Gilded
Box
Where numbers go
in
And love comes
Out

The soft fire
That hides
Behind a womans smile
And invites you with her eyes
To say silly stupid things.

The rythym of
Her high strung hips
Dances with the shadows
That blink about the night
As wind and song receed

The gentleness of voice
As she hums a tiny tune
To the little nothings
That live about
The forests of my soul

The crystal reflections
Glide across your eyes
Whispering secrets
And fairy lies To hide
the curse of lost forevers

Oh wash the weariness
From my bones
And let me tell you
How the fire loves the night
Let me show you

It is funny to think
That the universe
In its grand complexity,
Its clockwork perfection,
Consists of energy....
Or the lack of it.

What if I told you
That God
Was the sum of all energy
In the universe?

Would you hate me?
Would you read
what ever rule book
You find most agreeable
Or were born under
And redefine your borders?

Or squeeze your eyes
Shut
And squeeze your ledger
tighter
As to make its pages
More real.

Knowing that in the end
Many a good man
Has never been to church
And even more so
Has died under its
Gilded boot.

Do not wait till your dying breath
To realize
That you are the church.
The way,
The stars,
And only a piece of the puzzle
That can only be viewed
As whole
From a dimension
Once removed.
Both small and insignificant
Yet without you

Incomplete

In my heart there is a place I can hear you
your issuing romance exploded from dreamy eyes
all I can see is where I was
and where I want to be

I see now what is meant by the cruel game.
I am not sure you see me as I see you
a two way mirror?
a blank sheet of news?
Do you hear me now or do you hear me then?
What about me, do I hear you now
or do I hear what I expect you to be?

In the end the cold truth wedges itself under my fingernails.
I find myself falling in love with you
the longer you are away
and I don't care to do that to you
as it would be an unfair butterfly net
for a soul such as yours

When you look at me just right
when the noise is low and my soul is quiet
all I can see is the crushing power
within your eyes
the stuttering word killer
the lonely mountain
I remember making good on a promise
to walk you out to my car
and kiss you like an 80's movie

and we barely made it to the book store

Would you like to find that with me again?

It isn't shown in bending steel
it isn't knowing why it bends.
It's not found in the knowledge of
and it's not even knowing when.
It can't be earned through slashing rage
or syphoned from all that it rends.
It's secret slightly hinted at
in the humming song that it sends
and one day when the heat is gone
and you hurl it end over end
that's when its balance strikes your soul
its mirrored gleam, your strength is kenned

In that time
When we were whole
When all we could think about
Was each other

And my soul was clean

We spent time
Learning the riddles
In each others skin
Painting with lightening
And ice
Words like brushes
Arcing across dimensions
All circling about our hearts
A wind in the weaves of fate
Whispering a gift to us
Like we had never known

In the morning
Before work some days past
You came out from about
A wooden corner
You seemed to have a billion eyes
And they all smiled at me
Like the calm luster
Of the moon

"I'm late" you said
And I got half way through
The stupid " you don't work toda...."
When my soul slapped my brain
Across the face with such raw ferocity
That I was worried the neighbors
Would call the police

Stammering like a drunken lunatic
I went to her and embraced the
Glow of her, the energy piercing us
Coiling about in infinite design

Just this once did I ever know peace

We talked about everything
My body went to work
My mind dreamt and my soul...
Well it danced. We brought life
to our parents eyes
and hope to ours.


It was just a few weeks in
And that same wooden corner
And that same beautiful woman
But there was fear
So much fear
A red red fear
And the world turned grey

Her words were like ashes to me
Cast over my frozen body
I stood blank
holding her heaving form

"It doesn't want to stay" she said
"Why doesn't it wan't to stay ?"

I wanted to say something
Anything!!
But I died right there
Still breathing
Holding her in Pompei comfort.
Like a little wooden man
Holding a plastic flower
Begging to forget the answer
To whether or not
God gave a ****.

I can't help but wonder
When toddlers trip and blunder
How we managed to ever survive

In their noggins the make
Of the brave Sir Francis Drake
The rest, accidental suicide.

I found you again today.
In a box
I almost threw you away,
you know?

Buried in a bunch.
A mess of high school calculus
And little lost ideas.

Purple words,
Dead words. Love words now withered, Like bandages about a corpse.

You can't heal the dead ya know.

I guess even the richest king
Must end up in a tomb.
Mouth agape in frozen complaint.
Covered sadly, with golden futility.
By those who knew him so little.


But, it spoke as it always did
Simply and impossible to ignore.
Like sand in the eyes.
Like your eyes.

Reminding me of old foot prints.

Reminding me of me
When love was so singular,
Easy and yet.....

It oiled my rusty smile
Enough
To kiss you good bye

Again.