The cloud whispers love to the mountain
As the mountain reaches for the sky
In an ardent longing
Painful and sweet.

Resist most
let a few in
hide behind a wall that appears paper thin
watch it dissolve
into sticky fly paper
people are compelled
instantly attracted
you let people in
and begin to form a bond
if they leave
part of you corresponds
as you add on to the wall
you prevent intrusion
it all adds on to the illusion
the inside seems so great
because it was made so hard to penetrate
the thicker the wall
the longer they stay
rewards come soon
to those who are welcomed
because behind that fly paper
is all of your imagination
so share out loud your thoughts and consolations
the air around you the air inside
is filled with admiration
and overflowing with pride
because now that your inside
you are forever mine.

If I ever get where I want to be,
I'd like to be forgotten,
To never be recognized;
To just exist without an existence...
So that I can feel alive where I stand
With every breath, sound, touch;
So that I can witness the world
In all it's entirety
Without standing behind a screen of an identity...
To taste the colors with my eyes
And appreciate the eternity of the world
Without a barrier of an illusioned existence--
*For I won't exist any more,
And all barriers would, therefore, have been forfeit..

Out my kitchen window*
I see the barrier surrounding my backyard.
And the backyard after that.
And the one after that.
And the one after that.
And so on...
Wanting to keep people out.
Guarding our things
and guarding ourselves.


I see your barrier.
It's made of the thickest stone.
There are barely any cracks or breaks
just signs that someone tried to get inside
and holes patched
from their effort.

I wish I could make all the hurt go away.
I wish I could provide the comfort you need.
I wish I could tear down that stone divider.
I wish I could shatter your wall.

I stand at your barricade
my hands placed on the cold, thick stone.
Projecting all my love and warmth into the tips of my fingers.

I want nothing more
than to rummage through this rubble
so that I can find you
and hold you.

Baby,
Can't you hear the bells?

They've come for us

Love,
Close the shutters
We only have a few more hours

As the regrets and phantoms
Rain down over our heads

The thunder fades from our veins

Sweetheart*,
Only a couple more hours

Let the lights dim

The ***** will flow around our ankles
And we'll be there

Hush, my dear,
One day,
We will be there

the thin wall
of pretence
is the barrier
between us

for what we lie
for what we pretend
when all we wanted
was to be happy

but alas we never learn
as we once again lie
not to anyone else
but to ourselves

Could you be a fence to me?
a cold stone wall?
A kissing gate?
Anything to keep my tears hidden

Lately it's been less than that

now that my defences are low
And the rest of them far away
There's nothing left for me to do
But continue to lurk behind old barriers

And you could be a fence to me
Protect me from harm
But my brain
Being The way it is
Makes Self destruction something of a hobby

I stand by the fence I've built
And from the corner of my eye
I can see your gaze
Piercing me

pen ink smears across

blue-lined pages

made by bearing down with an

unsteady hand that isn't more unstable

than the neurosis of trying to

make words mean more

than they actually do

He travels great distance against all odds,
reaches the border, but turns back helpless
she just stands there, impatiently smiling
with extended hands, but making no move
to cross the emotional wall, they built themselves.