during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
******
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

another one died
over the weekend,
this one a black
who dressed like
he was going
places;

he did not go any place,
except the only place
that we all wish
to go,

some day.

they found him
in his house;
he was already gone.

what had happened
was not revealed,
although that did not
prevent others
from playing
detective;

whether they earned
their paycheck
has yet to be
determined.

I hope they don’t
get a dime.

the details may have changed
as the rumors continued
to spread,

but it did not change
the fact
that he was still
dead,

and always would be.

Aloof are the clouds
so cold they can be
daydreaming up at them
they run right by me

seems not long ago
when I still touched the sky
the zepherous monuments
let me in by and by

and a whole week it’s been
since I felt their embrace
stumbling and tumbling
the caress of wind on my face

so good it felt
a release from average todays
better than my vices
and adventurous ways

but now I just lay here
waiting for a time
when you lay here instead
daydreaming you’ll see a silhouette. Mine

Between the two of us
We have enough battle scars
To cover football fields
We've been hurt so often
We perfected
How to heal
How to control what we feel

So between us
    there lies a giant scab
All the pain we've caused
                                     each other
           lies just beneath the surface
Careful not to pick it
         Don't let the blood rise to the
                                                           top
Cause if the wound is opened up
                                      again
    I don't think
                 it's gonna stop

Lips part, and the sun shines.
With every touch a star is born.
Breathing life/
Fingertip colour.
Words so softly spoken—
Carried away with the jet-planed waves.
I notice your smile—
The snow-capped mountains melt away.
Footsteps/
Dandelions dance.
Laughter.
Eyes like a bear.
Radiance.
Joy.
Luck or fate?
Your scent/
Your hair/
Your face/
You.

A bright blue sky
You’re standing next to me
Holding my hand

Your soft brown hair perfectly framing you face
You have a smile like none other
Experiences of the past I wish I were able to erase
You are my lover
Eyes shining bright, you fill me with joy

Fresh summer breeze
With you I can’t pretend
You make me feel at ease
My shattered heart you have come to mend
My fears slowly fading into the background

You are
Everything I could possibly ask for
I used to be so far away
And should this come to an end
Your sweet kiss
Is something I will most definitely miss

forward lover
backwards father
upwards acrid
downwards matter

This will be the last Fall my eyes will ever see
And when I'm gone , I'm asking you
Live Autumn just for me

Watch the sickly leaves as they gently try to fall
Dont ever take for granted
for nature gives her all
Theres beauty everywhere
look and let it be
And when I'm gone
remember now
Live Autumn just for me

When the Fall is over and I draw my final breath
Love me and caress me- till I'm immersed in death.

many years ago
someone told me
that I would need
to deal with
my problems..

so I developed routines,
and rituals,
habits if you will,
that calmed me.

and now the chief things
that made me happy
when all I want to do is scream
are moving across the continent

and the people who told me
to calm down in the first place
are too lost to help me
find a new solace.

so where does that leave me?
but alone,
and crazier then ever...

What on Earth deserves our trust ?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Seven years childless, marriage past,
A Son, a son is born at last :
So exactly lim'd and fair.
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
As a long life promised,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Too promising, too great a mind
In so small room to be confin'd :
Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
So the subtle Alchimist,
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
But t'will bid him long good night.
And so the Sun if it arise
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Buried in a morning Cloud.