While I laugh quietly
At the stupidity of others,
I howl hysterically
At my own madness

Funny how they try to save
So many before the grave
Without looking into them
To see if they could know
If they could take the trip
Before their way to the crypt
By how much baggage to take

Longing so lonely
Remembering touching you
With my dream-like eyes

The ability to see the world
like someone else
is extraordinarily difficult.

Each person sees the world
uniquely and distinctly.

Pain, joy, love, sadness, remorse are unique
to each of us as snowflakes and raindrops.

Thus, the ability to communicate, understand,
and appreciate another person is to say
the least an overwhelming struggle and undertaking.

Yet, we seem to do so to some degree,
each and every day.

Our very existence as a species is absolutely
and completely dependent on our success
at connecting with each other.

Imagine, with all our concerns, troubles,
and issues, if as a species,
we were just a bit more lazy.

Dreams are my enemy
Lying like alchemy
Promising hope and gold
While interrupting reality

Not a passing dish
For the poor and frail
Seen within a faith
Behind a darkened veil

Granting gratitude
For a nemesis near
Without apprehension
To no longer fear

Like a toss in the jar
They are drinking from
Made five pence richer
To add to their sum

Biting on the coin
To test its metal
Convinced its true
They decide to settle

So a hand shake later
To test whose strong
Squeezing still
That lasted too long

We honor others
by growing them
in our memories,
as we destroy some
by burying ourselves
in theirs.

Turning one's head
side to side
to catch which one
will not play along.

Curving or straight
dark or gray,
a confident corkscrew
reaching out to no one.

All it can do
is try to go away
from where it came
though it must stay.

At least for now,
while only an image
a reflection can see.

Passed along by mouth
A word to say I know you
More than anyone

Spent time of honor
with those that would
throw themselves into flames
without protest.

Lyrics drawn upward,
only for angels to hear
and the dead to remember.

Pride obtained on behalf
of those seen
without and unwilling.

My fingers found her
Lying there so very still
Her moans asked for more

I can confidently say
that I believe
to have been right
many times.

But more importantly,
I have been wrong as much.

I used to worry
and regret those moments.

I now make every effort
to embrace them.

I want to learn
as much as I can
about who I am.

I can only do so
by testing myself,
understanding my attributes and flaws,
then doing better.

It is not
what the world expects,
but the world
does not carry or care
of my burdens or rewards.

I go forth
with in trepidation
and anticipation.

Sharing those spaces
That tongues only occupy
Like dancing in bed

To be consumed, possessed,
infatuated, obsessed,
enamored, crazed,
engrossed, and enthralled.
Otherwise, its not worth
doing it at all.

I still do not know  
how many times my heart would break
so deeply in my chest

For that feeling of failing,
is a lack of sleep too much
of a mind without rest

As I no longer wish
for a love to entice me more
by beauty or by lust

Only to finally leave me
spread upon the ashes and embers,
a soul left in dust

Years to come and go
I stay far beyond my longing age
alone in well done state

For no more sweet kisses
can bring forth such host from me
otherwise kept in tired wait

Once deep inside
It takes a prison break
Leaving heartache
And chaos in its wake

She’s bucking a ride
While holding black and grey threads
Just taking her time

Nothing is worse
than finding out
you were wrong,
except for when
you were right
all along.

My milk filled her sea
As her hand held more of me,
Figuratively

A citrus grove grown
On lands swelled from spring showers
Bringing blossoms forth
With such fragrant filled flowers
Such fruits sown, to head up north

Darkened stain
to likely white porcelain
that helps keep the heat.

Holds a large handle
as if in a required industry
for the heaviest
yet precious works.

Larger than its standard
with its whale's mouth
to swallow all
to be swallowed
once again.

Hold more than enough
but less than needed;  
that wondrous liquid
matching its vessel.

As both are revived
Their eyes opened by lost love
That had just arrived

Hope to be
Pleasantly surprised
When you take
One more pull
At the end of your rope

Oh , we know our cries
By the ferocity we own
As struck into our backs
Same spear we had thrown

The Titan lies with his wretched body opened and exposed,
so one can stand inside the emptiness that can fill a Halargian world.

Took my time to find
From searching her all over
Heard her hidden breath

Holding her so close
Molds ourselves into one soul
In the kiln of lust

Surrounding him one last time
Again, the center of attention
But like usual, not what he wanted
Just the way it happened to turn out

All stood under a sea of black umbrellas
As the rain fell, struck and rolled away
All in dark long coats, gloves and hats
We stood at attention, all in respect

He laid comfortably, yet a forever darkness
Seen him at the dignified and elegant wake
Without any family left, his friends all there
With many admirers that filled the parlor

He looked just as alive, as he has always
A living marker of his command of people
To bring together all sorts in the best ways
With his words of praise and polite conduct

Now, all those that knew or even heard
Of the great man that showed how to be
A gentleman skilled to bring us all in
One last time together in his company

All those who looked
For the courage to do
What was needed,
Let fear be your guide

Draped body tightly
By a thinly crafted cloth
Gladly hides nothing

My wings clipped to fit a cage
Yet I sing on this lonely stage
With sorrow for life is always long
While others hear my splendid song

She rests on his chest
With hips meeting in one place
Stirring all the juices

Gravity had to let me go
With no more power
To keep me on the ground

For where I do not know
Allowed to fly in this hour
Faster than the speed of sound

Yet I keep myself tethered
So I am not lost to the stars
To bounce back from the edge

Since I am granted no feathers
Made like the birds of Mars
As the stories had alleged

Thus, I am as Saturn’s rings
Shine on the blackened curtain
Along my destined path

Made up of imaginary things
Even you can be certain
Like the sum of all math

For where my soul
Was found under foot
Of who once said
That they had loved me

I once gave my tongue
To a girl with silky lips
To keep forever

The low spoken voice
Vibrates blonde strands near the ear
While tickling his lips

Darkened night on the way home
Over the seas he once roamed
Went to the skies to test his skills
None agreed of his wish for thrills
Without a plan for his return
After rejecting their concerns
Riding strong winds as if he could
Drained of fuel was just no good
Spiraled into the sea just like dead wood

Thousands of bubbles
Gently surrounding her face
Fashion a grand crown

On my battlefield
There are more tombstones
Than in all the graveyards.

Shaped so perfectly
So one could wish to get lost
In your soft lush folds

If guilt and regret
are our executioners and the ax,
then our shame are the blocks
we brought along to rest our heads upon

True friends
give nothing more
than all of themselves

True friends give nothing more than all of themselves

The noble take upon
their ill in silence

Laying in waters
wishing cool yet
never warm enough

With a slight wake
yet too still to feel

In a shallow basin
that fills too deep

Thrown all rumors
In a room alone

Hoping for privacy
while seen by all

Not a single word
Said while our tongues are dancing
To sounds of pleasure

Slide past the fabric
Towards warmth and abundance
Yet will trip once there

On many hot days
Our thirsts are quenched by pink tongues
Upon ample flesh

The saddest poems prefer their ink to run

Stolen from you
Taken so far away
At that moment
We never suspect

Brought together
That time to talk
Told it was over
Not what you thought

Barely a breath
Could leave you
Any easy way
From that day on

Until you gather
All your strength
Deep inside you
To wish it back

Are you able
To live again
When you feel
Fully anew

We wake on our coast
From a comforting sleep
Where we live all alone
Near the waters deep

Just a man on the land
Until out the front door
Each day sail our craft
Launched from our shore

Left our shallows near
Past cottages others built
As we slave for a living
To rid some of our guilt

Sail with the leaving tide
To find earth’s flow
With all those racing
While all whales blow

Only by marked routes
Would we reach our work
For pennies that we earn
In a storm full of murk