I look Death in the face every day.
He sits upon my shoulder
and I can see him in the mirror.
He no longer frightens me though,
I have grown used to his presence.
As he whispers in my ear
I recall a time it would scare me,
however now it illicits comfort.
Nothing can be permanent,
not even life.
Not anger, not sadness,
nor joy, nor fright.
None of that matters
no one cares, in the end.
So now I tend to consider
Death as a friend

Yes things are stressful,
yes i get bored,
but my friend Death reminds me;
everyone's life is a chore

The grass is always greener
When the sun and moon share time
And if you wish to change demeanor
You'll learn this truth, I find

For I have rode the albatross
And dove deep into the sea
I have climbed with Sisyphus
And Hades set me free

My entire body sways
And my feet don't feel solid beneath me
I own no property
Haven't a neighbor I can see
Perhaps I can just
Make friends with the fishes
Or perhaps I will just let them be

My houseboat will have
Everything that I need;
My guitars
My notebooks
Some games
And just me

Because no one's invited
On my houseboat
Unless
They truly believe
My houseboat's
The best

I can still feel her hand
On my shoulder
She's face down
To my right
With her arm
At ninety degrees
Her hand, not gripping
But laying
Embracing
Where my arm meets my chest

I lay to her left
But now firm on the floor
With the ceiling light off
And only a half closed door

But the warmth on my shoulder
Even just to remember
Makes it comfortable enough
That I can sleep where ever

My teeth chatter with surprising rhythm
One-e-and-a-Two-e-and- A
bright red face
from the scolding wind.
My knees knock,
One and Two And
my feet tap,
One Two
times this week I've sat in the cold
And two times this week
I wished I were inside

I had never known
What I do not know
And I do not know
What I had never known
Is not something I know
I know
I know
I do not know
And I know the unknown
I do not know
I know

Y'no?

The last thing on my mind
Would be
The last thing on my mind
I think about what that will be
But only time to time

For I find that when the
Day is done
When the children count sheep
And the race is run

When King Sun goes to sleep
And Queen Moon presides
Asleep in bed
With my love
At my side

That is when I hope I will die

Have you ever gotten lockjaw?
At least, that's what I think it is
when my mouth stretches
to let in a yawn, or out a sigh.
My tongue recedes
for the muscles underneath pull taut.
It hurts to keep open,
and it hurts to try and close.
I cannot speak
yet I cannot seem to keep silent.
But this is only for a moment,
one that I long for,
as silly as that sounds.

It reminds me of talking to you

Can evil be measured
By mideeds themselves?
Or is it by how one acts
When under attack
Whether they stood strong or fell?

Because I tend to fall
I do not stand tall
When pressure comes to face me

I crumble and cry
Now with tears in my eyes
I ask you, am I evil?

I lash out when I'm mad
Try to fight when I'm sad
And I lose myself in the bottle

I take drugs if I can find them
And refuse to sing divine hymns
A heretic, a drunk, but evil?

I hate who I am
And I hate what I do
Does that qualify as repentant?

But I'll just do the same thing
Feel the same sting
For self destruction is truly my penchant

I am going to a party
But for what I do not know
Perhaps a friend is getting older
Or feels it's time to go
But I am going to a party
Nonetheless
And I hope that i will find
Good friends, good talk, good wine, and good thoughts

I now approach the door
With a gift box in my hand
And I begin to realize
Exactly where I am
Marble floors are painted
With dew drop pews, blacks, and navy blues
The preacher barks the same old tune
of "Dust to Dust"
"He's gone too soon"

So naturally, with me being me,
In my green button down
And carpenter's jeans
I spin to leave, but let out a squeak

Everybody turns to see
The fool with the present
Who seems to have passed
Right by without knowing
What he walked into would be

What would you do?
Because my reaction can't be beat
I quite simply dropped the box
And ran down the street

Why do clocks only toll on the hour
When I have to wake up at 7:15?
The train meets the station at 8:33
But the clock will not chime until 9
That's 27 minutes of anticipation
For what? It's sad, I find
That the clock only tolls
But once on the hour
And my appointment isn't 'till
The half