I stand behind you.
No matter where you turn,

I've got your back.
Don't care if you can't see me;

I won't make a sound as the
Bullets hit.

It's a cheap shot world at times.  
You form the frontline,

I'll be here with a back full of
Lead with your name on it.

I'm a ***** Boxing Champion.
Taking all their sucker punches,  

I stand behind you. Let you fight  
Your own battles,

Shield you only from what
Isn't fair.

Even the odds with every step
You take. I'm kevlar. You unalone.

As I close my eyes
my senses know no bounds
my body becomes weightless
and my joyful song resounds

I try to find my bearings, and
I hold on to myself.
I've never put someone so close;
My *self upon a shelf.

Every fiber of my being
has room to stretch and grow
my steps spring forward lightly
and my smile is wide, aglow!

So come unto me, siren.
Give me room to grow and fall.
Sing for me a beacon; silly boat
Is sinking slow.

I swim to you in haste
my hair flowing wild and free
and water courses around my limbs
as minnows accompany me.

And so we're freed by water,
Unalone and unafraid.
Need no more one breath to take,
Nor single blessing said.

She cries with the force of the stampede
That killed Mufasa, and I forget the
Viking blood that runs through us.

Weakness on display is a sign of strength.
She is the strongest person I know;  
Does almost everything without

Me. Barely cries about it afterwards,
When hindsight lets her see what she's
Been through.

Wake up, little heart; your nightmare is
Over. Fall back asleep in arms that
Care.

Listen: It's not raining anymore.
She calls out to me like air raid sirens
Over a city dark with enemy aircraft

Wings.
But all is quiet now.
Nothing harder than drops of

Water ever fell.
Sleep. Sun upon cloudless skies will
See you smile, drowzy; unalone.

You awoke before the rest
Their sighs and breaths
Disappeared in the dark morning

If only they would wake
And leave you unalone

Bed of sandcrystal,
warm, in north stream,
the demi-goddess,
Blue Crystalline.

paling boys,
in her eddies,
The Courtesan,
submerging pennies.

Breathless blue hair,
water up to thighs,
fine powder skin,
makes pins of eyes.

Such bliss,
such cold clime,
no coat,
in winter time.

hushes you on,
to sandy shoal,
her island,
cindering blue coal.

river bed turns brown,
swim out of fear,
gurgling lows of pain,
but returns her chandelier

water level caresses,
down to knees,
reaching nympth,
hot bath in winter breeze.

corsette of diamonds,
sparkles in night air,
middle of river--
isolation--her lair.

unalone now, warm,
your arms she is wrapt,
go to kiss her,
only gives neck and back.

try to turn her chin
to give her a kiss,
but snowflakes,
melt with fingertips.

island diminishing,
grip her tight,
nymph in arms,
sliver of moon-light.

dissolving island,
is blue hour-glass,
cold forest speaks,
"son come back"

you huddle to the,
last cinder that's dry,
she is reflection now,
inviting you inside.


a look back to forest,
is a look up as if--
you were descending,
fathoms to an ice cold abyss.

sky and forest are gone,
veil and hearse have met,
family frames twinkle,
down to you in her depth.

such bliss,
in such cold clime,
no coat,
in winter time.

Stranger than me, or too much alike
some wrangle upon toilet papers
plastic cups out of place or lost time;
peering past, another wanders on.

Tinkling wires and rainbow faces
hearing, seeing, perchance aurific speaking
the namer among ten-thousand petty things
or squinting upon the verge of time, espy a sequal.

Step by step to round the universe
or being fell-swept away in cubboards
seem or act unseemly, like or dislike
played to the order in the round, circling about.

Why so familiar these drabbed tones of ant trumpets
or wineskins grown old to leak and sputter?
Tis the wish and will, holding like ****** to the ropes
great gales n frothing nothingnes storming on.

But We, blown upon the Aether of the Soul
a great conquest of rousing dignities;
here, under nooks, behind secret doors
or bounding past, lightning speed, relay some wonder.

Shock of waking, or dulcet tones in the Alarm of life
our shadows twist, there on the lintel of private hours
our care, held through the Night kinder endearments
then danced over reeling waves for sweet inspection.

Here unalone a look, a voice and laughter ring the ears
a crying out, or trebled inward sigh, too close to trembling-
Who is this Sojourn Friend?

Perhaps our best of self combined
no more allied to faithless days nor dark an empty smiles-
strange wastes some carelessness invents to wrack the hours.

But We, no stranger to the Sojourner's faith, Are One.

with a disposition of see-both-sides
you carry enormous doubt
that a single soul shares
the immensity of feeling
towards this morning's joined
moon-and-sun-rise

while also knowingly-free
from lessons learned
from childhood whisperings
from connection with stars
from rationale conclusion
this to not-to-be

That word
Alone
Can mean anything anywhere to anyone
It is possible to feel alone among people if that is how you feel inside
When you can't connect with them
But I'm talking physically alone
A state of being that is not really natural for us social animals but so prevalent today
Alone means not with anyone else
Just me myself and I am alone a lot
And I won't lie sometimes alone means
Lonely
And it hurts and it aches
So til it changes which it may not really ever do, because I am fussy about that
I make friends with myself
I switch it around in my head to
Solitude
Peace
Acceptance
It gives me time to do all my DIY projects
My inner work. Work work work
And being my own friend, I fit some fun in too
So then when I'm not alone
When I get to be with anyone else
Even if it's just the mailman saying
Howdy
As he drives off leaving my mail
I can appreciate his company
For what it is
And I can see and recognize things
In others
That I already work on in myself
And I can offer comfort and company
And feel less alone
In my heart
If not my body
Alone is a choice and so is solitude
It doesn't have to feel lonely
But either way that's not where we grow
It takes other people
To have have fun to live to love to laugh to hurt to cry to anything
It's where we heal
If we can
So we can be unalone together

straying off a drum beaten path
magic wonder awakens gleefully
a night alive with music
rhythmic blood pumping sounds that carry me
unalone / unafraid / safe / moving winds spinning freely
-comfortable company-

SleEp)?
you,'re are an pale sweeping pliant loosely club
        bashing softness
  upon my cobbled unsplendid
      ink
                    and smashing
     viscously the poppies
          stubborn lungs
                                                          dusted
                                                             imperfectly
                                                               arrogance
                                                          a you lovely supple fire
                                                        the opened closeness
                                                                of cotton treasure
                                                             fluttering
                                                                               existential
                                                                    motes
                                                                                and the you
                                        

smell like razors          cluttering
        silverly
                        the knelling
           harbor
                            of
           my
                       soft     hardness

                and
you are a majesty .wholly





                                                          unalone

Baby called me Rusalka,
having the same number of syllables as my name.

Moonlight tossed me in a river to awake
fins from my toenails
to bird-sing to the handsome until I am unalone

mortality, mortality
as clean as the banks of a landfill.

Our child would nap in a basket of ripe fruit
strung to a willow and birch

description of me, “perpetually wet from something”
or alexandrite
golden by dusk though with a jade sunburn;

hair so long
would *** a rainforest’s feet if it had a pair.

Suicide on the tip of one’s tongue
now saltwater buoyant on the roof of a mouth
I was out of wedlock,

mother anchored my wrists with tangly fieldroots
right below our old tire swing

and

Baby simply meant I touch
everyone with my laugh, and it makes them dead.

So sweet now, my life.
The sounds my woman makes from
The next room
Pronounce home.
Pronounce unalone.

So sweet now, my life.
Winter is over and tonight we sleep
By open windows.
The sounds of the night shape
Our dreams; we awake remembering
Adventures.

So sweet now, my life.
A palace of contentment raised on
The sound foundations of
Tragedies and pure ecstacy in equal
Amounts.
As any life should be.

So sweet, so sweet. Belly full of milk,
Mouth full of honey.
Rain is a cool shower,
Snow confetti.
The Dome of Sky a hand above me
That assures that all is safe.

No step I take lands wrong.
No step brings me away
From anything
Sweet. So sweet now;
My life. My *life.

two dear friends
have lost their husbands
just days apart
verily they comforted me
at my times of loss
yet I can’t find the words
I ache for them
but my tongue is twisted
my keyboard locked
perhaps that realm
is still too painful for me

they say that love
is such exquisite pain
shared intimately by two lucky ones
beyond bedrooms
throughout the life they carve
while traipsing the universe
unalone

loss, then, is the obverse
the looking glass’ opposite side
through which survivors see
the lives their love has touched
where mourners share eloquent memories
embedded in their Brownian motion
movie clips etched inside closed eye lids

is it possible to walk alone
after having known
such infinite endlessness?
does love stop at death's door?
you see it in a stream of colors
shooting towards the sky
you see it in the misplaced moon
hiding in the sprucetops

the loss will always make you sad
but the memories will make you happy
and that exquisite pain in your heart
is but a measure of the love you feel
present tense
for one another

blossom found in a deep void
mysterious it is as night.
though its dark complexion leaves no bound
beauty and shadow contrast, a never ending sight.

in its presence love is but fake
and though embed by darkness it illuminates
more vivid than a withered rose
in its presence like sun and moon combined unalone

must the human eye fail to see this wonderful gift
or are we all blinded by its tenacious grief
wonders and mystery deeper than love
it is that mystery that makes it all above

“In the silence”

When you find that you are not alone,
do you feel a bit more than yourself
such that whoever shares with you
need not be physically with you,
because they somehow are,
inexplicably and truly?
that their revelation
begets relevance
in turn, energy...
in turn, mass...
more You?

I would suggest
you weren’t alone
in those dark times...
that the one who waited
always waited… unaware
of what they would become
when someone reached out
haltingly, doubtingly, anxiously
to taunt, if slightly, a feared reality.
Each of us waits unaware just outside
a sphere of another’s painful incredulity.

Might we all take just a moment to listen
to the thrumming static for voices?
searching, uncertain yet open to
possibilities of union, of hope?
As hearing one emboldens,
what of hearing yet more?
Might connections fortify
or multiply in ways
not yet known
by trusting(!)
in Fear?

That power is
ripe for mining but
intentionally avoided,
for we see it as unknown.
I say we should craft it into
weaponry… its own demise,
as it’s hold on anyone is in fact
lesser than our collective desires
to connect, to share, to live unalone.
It is time we were no longer I and I and I.
We, in the silence, are together… always.

Captivated by the honest lies
of our fair fouled fantasies,
the sound seas
ease away the aches
of the roaring ocean
with the silent screams
that wake the wild dreams
of reality,
when beautiful nightmares
kiss away the tormenting horrour
of this dark cage of the night
filled with the black clouds of humour,
sad rage of anger
raves the heart that heats in vain
for time heals no pain.
Lost in the storm
of heavy heart-felt tears
river banks of agony
never run dry
for each tear drop
dimes the riches
of the myth that
leads a heart in love
'happily ever after'
the dream that forever wakes
to die and never lives long.


Sitting in some-bucks somewhere
Far from home where people want to care
But are just the same not to
Alone reading other people's poetry,
Can't figure out wrong with me,
Lost in my search for the reasons
My heart want's answers
Nothing manifests not one
Production has stopped all together
Only these words answer in echo
Through this empty vessel as an answer
Unlovable one who can't be loved,
Know that the creator loves me
He has to out of obligation
Guess that's enough to be content
Still this heart asks if it's ever going to be our turn
Again no answer only faint echo's in empty chambers
Apparently it's to much to want to live life unalone
This love inside is suppose to be a gift
Yet here it sits unwanted, and unwrapped
Rejected and left to die,
Opened to another lie
Believed because I was the author
Tried my best to adore her,
She shut up every door, and closed the windows
Who know's what's next,
Is it a sin to pose the question
Is it a sin to want to go from one to two that becomes one,
God granted me the capacity
To love more then just me
Yet the bride God promised
Searches for her groom,
Another day passes by
Another birthday spent alone
Another year not wasted but not fulfilled,
And still I wait
Not in vain but in pain,
With a voice that echo's leave in shame.

Still I sit still every happiness stolen and sold
With a heart so broken it won't even hold
With a longing so great it can't be told
Still I sit still every hope gone but refuse to fold,
Gasping for the air of affection
Despairingly in need of a resurrection
The sent your breath carries would work
But you're not coming or going my way,
My heart wants to say
Tomorrow's a new day,
Hold on, it won't be long,
Sing a different song, that one is overplayed
It's time to write a new tune,
One that sings without this disappointing feeling
One that lacks disjointed soul doubt
One that wait's to sell out to God's designation,
Still sitting in deep contemplation
Submit a formal resignation and retire all together,
Would anyone even notice
Or just carry on relieved I was gone,
Finally able to live free
Without fear that my affection,
Might turn in their direction
Might turn into hope that one of them, wanted me,
Not to leave, but to stay,
That's not what they say,
That's not what they want,
Truth be unfolded and told to me plain,
To love me causes pain,
To love me would be insanity, right,
Confusion causes contusion's creating catastrophic cardiac cancer
Left alone without answers,
Nothing but a name on the guest list this Christmas
Dismiss-able, on the principle that i'm a plus none, when I was a plus one
Un-fun now i'm funny,
The end of a bad joke that ends in tragic fragility
What was once a confident personality,
Who was told there needed to be a better me
Before I could possibly love God's mate for me completely.

Now I second guess my quest to offer my best and give someone my all
Action's speak but they fall, no matter how fluently my capability becomes
Speak fluently five languages of agape but they falls on ears that are closed
Apparently the tone of my heart speaks in un-receivables frequencies
In idiotic inconceivable synchronicity's that makes you run from me
As you choose to be in the preferred company of yourself
Now that's rejection in it's purest form, without pretense or hidden division
A decision contrary to the vision that we first cast together,
Feel like a bird without feathers, who runs fast and stands tall,
But never will fly, doomed to dream about the past where he flone
Majestic from a distance now caught in self inflicted cognitive dissonance
Disillusionment is bent on getting in
The moment the guards turn their attention to sin disillusionment wins
God help my cause, can't see past my flaw's enough to fight on my own
Fear i'll end up alone, lonely, all on my own without anyone home to call my own
So Send you're love, from you're throne, love that's perfectly you
So this frustrated son created in your image, reflects an image of you that's true  
Remind me again what your thoughts are of me, only your truth will set me free,
Free from fear, from *******, from offence, from hurt, from pain
This is insane but the strain on my grey matter just wants to matter
My heart long's to stop hurting but try's in vain to explain this pain love always brings
Loneliness effects reality so that the self I see reflecting back at me is left for dead
Get me out of my own head and tell me you relate to the oddness that battles inside
That love child without legitimacy that loves to whisper words of depression at me
It Needs to get grounded and pounded into submission
But right now it is the undisputed champion calling me to another rematch
But right now I am no match so I look to you, and beg you to do something
That is not the me you created or see, so don't let me see something different
Don't you dare let me live be outside of your will, I must abide inside
Where rejection can't come,
Where regeneration comes from,
Where wisdom is dumb
Where I take a knee
Where I look to you, Lord
Where it's all about you, Lord
Where I say to you, Lord, "it's not at all about me"
Where you, only you, Lord,
Lord only you, are Holy not me.