Asleep and
quite untouched
A breath soft
But a cloth
My contribution
to the loft

sleeping akita
in the golden sunshine
lying teeth

The world and all its many fingered thumbs
has me by the throat
tugging hard at the wire
gripping tight it cuts, sharp at the prospect of another hour
until I do not know if flesh is bone,
bone is flesh,
or some thing in-between,
all is pain, and pain is all
lightning in a head that is filled to the lips with rags and straw
raw alight and burning bright, although I wish it were not so
I want it dim to let me sleep,
let me hide in dull-thought darkness
calm beneath the leafy shedding midnight trees
with their echoed mindless hum
and owls, there are always owls
screeching brutes of talon tinted wings
that eat the other flying things that haunt my night
and I can only lay
and wait for morning light

Omni-portrayal
******* in love, to the dark
And omnipresent vote for survival
Of love, ******* knows where avid harks

Children of love...
And steady immersion of poise to the like
Wise, the grace of reliance on us...
That has voice, for a philosophy of psyche

That we are sleeping next to...
Chance and devoid, the world's honor
Has come of age, in our stir of again and youth
Wouldn't you, the rosey future of stomached verve?

Awakening at a reasoned silence...
The tooth of simple society, has awoken with me
Poorer answers to liberty, with the flower of amends
Has become my service to an ideal, that is here to collect anarchy?

Sleepy beginnings...
To a call to worth, I don't know for a shy reality
Nor the solemn, a table of suicide for its garner of winnings
From the hands of guidance, that has established fealty...

A thank you kiss?
And the giving eye, of redress for indiscretion
With the kind repose of virtue, a halo of a worldly wish
Ready in peace's live, to weigh the common with our intuition

The truth of *******...
Ample redoubt of a knowing vice, that has you by the toe
Since to vainer gifts of sharing, with living strength to wit
Is it willful to judge another's dream, with the sense of worldlier soul's?

Go back to sleep
It whispers to me
With my head in my hands
While my body and all I am
Fall deeper in uncertainty

Go back to sleep
It whispers softly
Doing so delicately
Cautions as to not make me
Feel guilty

Go back to bed
We'll watch out for danger
And have an ear for strangers
So you could sleep instead

Go back to bed
You need your rest
We understand your reasoning
But right now its not what's best

Please,
Go back to sleep
Listen to our expertise
Before you find yourself too deep

Lay down to sleep
Our dearest lamb
We know it's hard
We understand

We've felt the burden on your soul
And while we'd help you out of any hole
Before we must
Could we first try what we've discussed

Please,
Go back to sleep
You can trust
We're proud of you just for trying
But you have done enough

Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
Silent, the world sleeps
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
Stars observe the veil of days
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
As child watched from bed
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...

The burning condition,
Burnout of though.
To dream to be,
Impossible for sickly roe.
The rot of being,
The not of doing.
Anxiety, tempting it covers,
A blanket of roughness.
A coffin of distress.
I will bring blackness,
Though empty it may be.
I bring the darkness,
I bring comfort.

Minutes, hours,
Reclaim, power
Need your warm touch
Gives me new life.

The heart is beating,
Lungs are seizing
Open mouth breathing
Wheezing, seething
Need your warm touch
Brings me a new glow.

Anger, rising,
Demon, conniving
Inner whispers -
Tenebrous fingers
Gripping my light
Snuffed out, the candle
Need your warm touch
Bring me back home.

Alone I stand,
In a white land,
Nothing drawn in
It’s all forgotten.
Blinding, white light
Darkest, black shroud
Feel the floor shake
Bottomless, free fall
Need your warm touch

Wake me up

My son’s eyes have an innocent look.
Chocolate is the color of his lips.
Clothes once clean, are smeared with ****,
Or spotted by an ice cream cone that drips.

I’ve seen damage done both day and night,
Of a magnitude you’d never believe,
Done by my son while out of sight.
Destruction Patton could never achieve.

I love to hear him sleep, yet I know well
When he is awake, there will be sound.
He’ll make ‘music’ with horn, drum, or bell.
My son, when he plays, you know he’s around.

And yet, by heaven, I love to be with him.
Even if snot is crusted on his chin.

Blazing radiator
How natural
When the weather
Makes you feel
So much better
Like a distant November
Forgetting the same
Old blame game
For once enlightenment
Some freedom