Not all people listen
when whispers float around
inside their heads
Some connect to something
Reach out towards a calling
Hear a different song
As their radio aligns
like an untuned piano
creating a nostalgic melody
bringing hearts home from sea

People talk like it's a person
while it's not even a thing
It comes in waves
Like being in the right moment
at the right footstep in time

Sometimes you just
Aren't

Do not fret
Make the best
remain heavy with forgotten songs
drenched in morning rain
Strum your heart strings
feel the quiet ambience
alive in the present

Pain is as temporary as time
So just be

Complete
Coy
Contemplative

A million colors
a perfect thought

Do the constellations align
       When my eyes
    Lock to yours?
Sleepless again
      I wander this ghost ship
   Feel my skin caress my bones
      Eternally emaciated
           To dream of
               Living amongst angels
   I once saw
          My phantom hourglass
      Breaks under the pressure
            Cracking
           Decaying from the weight
                Of that thought
        So minute
                Yet incomprehensible
        Through dulled senses

Don't make a sound

            This
                  Heavy lit room
       Suddenly blanketed in
  Pure darkness
       Is
              The perfect atmosphere
        To get closer
       & steal each others heart
             To
        Strangle this
                  Ever growing
                                  Twisted knot
                 In Our Bellies
           Silence these fears

        Make us
                       Immortal

           Gather our sawdust memories
                & complete them
Accompany me
                     On these streets of stone
  So
            I don't have to walk
                                Alone

It's like I've been awakened
      Surrounded by sweet memories
             as if this feeling
                         won't expire
Looking back
            I can't recall
      Anything more gracious
       Or
      Hopelessly enlightening
            Than when you took my hand
                    Kissed my cheek
                        Walked the dampened streets
     With me
             Save tomorrow for me
                Take a chance with me
                
        Seeing your smile
      Ignites my core
             With love
            &      life       &      fire
With the brightest sparks
      Chiseled from this flammable heart
               It's crazy to think
         How long it's been
      Since we shared a moment
      But
            I feel better off in my mind
                When you visit me there

      I will be here for you
            In the darkest times
                   In the brightest light
                 If you promise
         To be mine
        Because
                    As long as
    I'm yours
                 The only map I own
              Leads me back
   to your outstretched arms
                          Your heart
                             Your soul
                      Your precious mind
                                  You
& there's no place
                       I'd rather be

As
            The ground          shifts
                  My fingers throb
  ancient knowledge
                   Flows through
      These
                  Palms
      The banter of
               Geographical boundaries
         Clashing against
                     Foamy tides
     This
                  White noise
        Collects dust
        amongst a light - polluted
    Chemical factory heart
          Pumping          arduously
                  so as to hang on
By a spiderweb thread
                Carefully
             Rushing in & out
     Of
              Distributed consciousness
The
              Asphalt buckling heartbeat
Slows to match the
                 Acidic raindrops
        Devouring
                 My coniferous mind -
      
                 it's silent




               **lifeless ambience

I was never told as a child
                        that
            if you don't yell
                            nobody will hear you
                      never told that
                              they only ask how you're doing
                 to hear you say
                                              "fine"
that
   ­                    when you adapt to your environment
                 you will only grow gills
  as opposed to
                                             wings
and
                             they expect you to grow up
                 but you cant
             if you don't accept
                                  that you must envelope
          a particular taste
                                                for the endless obsession
                       of order                              &
                                        society
lumped
         ­                into one overflowing mass
                      of man-made obstacles
                                                       ­ ...an over complication
                          ...a self indulged struggle

                 they never tell you these things
                                      as if it were etiquette
                                   to blindly follow
                   all the others
                                                   to their inevitable
      self destruction
                                                     ­   only on this earth
                                            were we destined
                                                  for a slow death
                                                 by our own hands
                                                    our own minds
                                                         own minds...

                            do you
                                                  own your mind?
program your thoughts
                                                     or your thoughts
          will be
                                               *programmed

I cant help
          Feeling bad
    For those who still care
                      About
     Winding relationships
            Or
                    True love
            It's just
        A mess
                  Waiting to happen