Can you place a hand upon wha you want most?

Can you touch tangible dreams?
Does a beat begin to grow

In the pit of the soul?
Did you think?

In a half empty mind.

What stars shined with the sea
With hopeless pleas....

Crashhh
Crash

S
I
N
K

Into hidden hours....

Where a fire burned
D
E
E
P

Will knowledge know and keep?

What makes me hold this heat

Is you!

Did I mention how much I love you?
When you saved me from my daemons in a winter cold,
When the gods denied me redemption and hope...
Not just another glove to fit upon the hand
With complexity of a lie yet sure to shine
Before it all.

As a diamond in the ruff
A precious
Rain cloud for the dried up cracks
In dessert heat.
The sky always staring down at me.
Another shadow to the day sleeps...

Do I know the time of fate?
Can I foresee the future's song,
On a fiddlers thumb.
.
Let's hope not

hey you, looking like a boy
with an ankle rolled and sore
i'll kiss it, with my words.

hey you, silent in that voice
eyes as bright as an asteroid
let me tell you what your worth.

hey you, feeling all alone
well you aren' the only one.
stay strong.

yes, you.

the cards are in your hands,
i've played to win my men.
oh sister,
distracted as  bee to nectar,
and you a wall flower.
it's no fun to always win...

laugh off disaster
as a fog in your dream.

this empty hole can burn
down so deep,
being rejected and left for
the crows to eat.
Let not my bitter pain
consume your memory,
or better yet.
Let the dusk take anger to sleep
and forgive as you seek
the deck of
beat
        beat
beats
as the grave saves and you
are at the end
of your mind.

my scrambled and dysfunctional paragraphical thoughts once again:

so we sit outside drinking high life outside the pigs place, waiting on the band to play. almost 21 what can I say, but
I got a few more days to go.

and you know its like a waist land when you can't see the sunshine under all those alcoholic shadows, what a way to live.

Feeling like a lost dog on a pole in a winter snow
w  a  i  t  i  n  g ______outside the bar,
                           I've seen Wayne Coyne with fur and heels on arm,
and I'm //almost uneven in a toxic drink // but my cig  a r e t t e **burns ash
out on the oklahoma street.
        we can make it home on of Montreal beat.  

oh so mischevious as a fox in dark leaves of green and Desire.
asleep on a coach under sheets of mystery and kitten fur.
with crusty toothpaste and ****** gums cleaning off what was
to , always
judged as a minor  star in a music bar
                 we are all here,                and now,                   and wild.

Come,
as an untamed dessert lover with a tipped cup of emotion in caffeen steam.
                 oh wonderful traveler with polar bear ice cream .
                                 "look at all these people cages!"
                                        boxes of broken penniless dreams.
"that's a cool tree house though,  and that oh yeah another condemened house for you to live in"                            HA                                ­                       HAH ahh ha ha....

SO, sometimes I feel like a circus clown at the rail of room 39
                           like I've always thought with sound, and needing to finish work,
            take my medicine as I should
                get directions from trickster's with inhumane sorcery,           could you tell
                                                            ­                                                             them I did well?

realizing its all a wave that crashes us like a tidled surf.
                                                                ­ I want like dear old foes a place to be a fool and take it all slowly.
             What was once said to be real
                          is long bled
                           as a heart
                upon the sleeve turns blue.

A rare old fashion curiosity
   in a modern day book,
took away my breath
   in one moment,
of exquisite living.