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Reeking of blood
cuts so deep
years of abandonment
eons of turned backs
when day falls it seems easier
night envelops, ripping away
the idea that the scars may ever heal
can trust ever be given willingly
when all that has been known is betrayal
human behavior observed
selfish
self sacrifice so rare
heads turn so easily at the first ray of green grass
on the other side of that white picket fence
are we all the same, is it all one
should we not all turn tail and run
no one man for all, no all for one
is it really dog eat dog
when shattered trust is that
where else is there to turn
but to your own scars
so expected
so familiar
When thoughts give rise to instinct
instinct to have all the pretty things and shiny gold
food, shelter, love
organic matter is all we are
higher brain function makes us more than a squirrel?
I think not
you see, that same squirrel
dead in the road
where is his heaven
has he not contributed to the circle of life
these thoughts have my mind decomposing
despite oxygen, despite synapses firing
in the end we all just feed the Earth
intelligent life, I think does not equate more than this gift
Not really a poem but it bugs me a lot...
Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep:
’Tis happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

’Tis seen in flowers,
And in the morning’s pearly dew;
In earth’s green hours,
And in the heaven’s eternal blue.

’Tis heard in Spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angel’s wing
Bring love and music to the mind.

And where’s the voice,
So young, so beautiful, and sweet
As Nature’s choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.
I am the rocks, and you are the ocean
Over and over again
Relentlessly
You rush up to meet me
And I am helpless
I cannot turn away
I could tell you its pointless
But I am hopeless and cannot speak
I would not blame you for giving up
You pool in my shallow places
Leaving bits of yourself behind
As you rush out again
You are not leaving, you are gathering strength
And you will never stop trying to smooth out
All my rough edges
~
I am the shore, and you are the waves
With a sound like wings
You come closer
The world holds its breath
Because that is how you affect people
They will all gape, amazed that you do not stay
You rush back out again
They will all gasp
They will be surprised when you return
But I know better
Like I’ve always known
I’ve memorized your rhythms enough
To know they’re eclectic
Your lyrics waltz around a strange, dark truth
Your melody squeaks like a rocking chair
And your bass line drops
Like a ship on ten foot waves
~
I am the land, and you are the sea
Cloudless sky and choppy waters
Fight in your eyes
Here is the place where the sky meets the ocean
There is the feeling I get at the edge of the world
And you are not the calm before the storm
Or the devastation scattered after
You are the still place inside of me while it rages
And you are always there
Even on the worst nights of winter
When everyone else heads for the mountains
I find you
Throwing yourself at the rocks over and over
Desperate to tell me your last secret
Whispering that summer will come again
Some days I feel it's better to remain alone
Because I can grow more in my imagination
Than I can in this world.

All of reality stripped to the bone
Creating my own metaphysical reformation
Where my illusions become uncurled.

Finally grasping at the unknown
As I create the perfect salvation
My cosmos becomes impearled.
I yearn for your
    warmth - your strong
  presence next to my side.
I put my arm out hoping
    you will fill this empty void.
Tonight I need your company
  your support. I need to
know that I am still loved,
   everything is okay. I am
               not alone.
The world isn't crumbling but
  I hurt. I wish you
were here because only you
   would silently understand.



RIP. 7/12/08
Please don't ask me
   to be responsible for you.
Please don't expect me
   to check in on you.
Please don't assume I
   will remember your big life events.
Please don't bring me
   your drama that your unwilling to change.
Please stop repeating yourself
   and running in circles.
Please. Just stop.

I'm tired of being your friend.
Tears cascade upon the Earth like meteorites
as we lie in the flower fields of India far away
I watch the sun rays play a story across your face
we whisper of past transgressions and travesties done to us
and how time moves slower here when we forget it all
we have waited so long to find this dream we pondered if it were real
we had at last found our way outside the worlds oblivious ways
gazing into each other we see our reflection lying in silence  
finally falling to sweet repose as the moonlight draws us within her sweet blanket
no other warmth needed but one another
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