you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse

Not far from now, nothingness
Does not rattle on nothingness.
The final mountain trembles
In the blackening rain.  It opens
To close, deceiving perception.
I sleep, I wake and not by decision
Through the woods in the dawn I go because it is not the only option.

Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.

Sometimes I just wish
that I could disappear.
Sit in the dark for a while
and gently dissolve into thin air.
Turn off this endless stream,
and wake into a dream,
of love and eternal peace.
Sometimes I just wish
that I could disappear.
Erase my presence,
and all the evidence
of me ever having been here.

Death

Procreation is a gift
gift shared in marriage

Marriage is sacred
sacred defines life

Life is quite monumental
monumental as in special

Special thing being alive
alive to take adventure

Adventure is exploration
exploration for survival

Survival declares the fittest
fittest among others is finite

Finite is human life's span
span of living is unpredictable

Unpredictable is our existence
existence that soon shall vanish

Vanish shall become all of us
us as human succumbs to death

I am made of untapped potential and stubborn resolve:
an inferno rages underneath my skin and the ocean courses through my veins.
I hold an unlit match in one hand
and a water hose in the other.
I could set it all on fire;
make it all come crashing down.
or, I could drown the rest of the earth.
perhaps I'm the one to start the flame,
and the one to put it out,
but the world doesn't know that yet.