I will follow you beyond
All that I know
Everything familiar
I ask only this,
That you would kiss me goodbye

Whisper me as a breath
To an unborn world
Kiss me to the stratosphere
Then lay me in the river,
winding through the mountains
Still, as the dawn in its rising
Still, I find my way
Back to you

When the Maker lay me in the earth
And the angels thronged about
With stars wrought in their hair
And cosmos soldered to their belts
The ageless bestowed to me a thread
And it was woven of memory
He did not give me wisdom
And I could not tear it apart
The maker wrapped this thread
And around my soul it stays
For part of me is part of the past
And all who dream are dreams past

I have set out to destroy myself
In a lifetime of desperate moments
Let the festering oceans
Rage againt the cliffs
As I rage through
This farce - of peacefulness in life

Listen to the quiet
She will tell you all you need to hear
Not all you must know
For learning is the way in life
Journey on.
You follow whispers
To the next horizon
Yet be still as you are
And listen to the voice
In the silence

perfection
           is nothing
                  when I could have
                                                 you

You used to lay with me, beside me
        And I dream of you now, as though you had never left

The woman
She fell away from me
She span like mercury
Retrogradient into the night
I call her name
Into the thickness of the atmosphere
She says my name like a kiss
Like a whisper
"Goodbye"

Do you feel
As I have felt

With a mind
Lacking thoughts

Like an empty tomb
Buried in the earth

I scream
It hums through the air
On the backs of razor blade wings

I scream!
It catches in my throat
And pulls my heart out with it

I SCREAM
My woes
Into the night that bore them

I SCREAM!
My anguish is such
All will unwittingly now know

i scream
A futile rasp
Noise is nothing, when follows death

I scream
Still you do not hear me
A broken heart is not a quiet thing

As I lay in the streams of life
I cannot help but think
In these fluid thoughts I listen
And the water, she tells me such

Patience is a rock
Carried in your hand
You chose for it to be with you
Those who cast the first stone, are fools

Feae she is a breeze
Though she raise the hairs
On the back of your neck
She changes naught in life

Solidarity is such
Whom are you now
And who is with you
Let the stream take me
To fields of fading flowers

I matched the look in his steel colored eyes with my own gaze of determination

The angel Uriel descended in but a thousand broken moments woven together with the distinction of bliss

And he bade unto me in my slipping consciousness...

I could not tear my eyes way even for an eon, the sight to my eyes was a breathe to my lungs - as is a beat is to my heart, to be everything at once,in turn to the nothing I was but a lifetime ago

Could you kiss my soul?
In the way music breaks my heart
Could you sing a song at the footsteps of the eternal himself

His ways, higher

I think I take too much, you say I take too little, still you give as generously as you have before

What is this
That I would bare
My soul to you
With solemness, your eyes
Find me in the dark
Still you see me as I am
But a child
A fragile candle wish
Blown among the known
And wretches of night
To weep with the mindless

How can I return unchanged
To that which bore me
It leaves me in anguish
That which knew me
It let's me go
To those who see, but know too little
Reach with tendrils of hope and fire

Further still you lead me
Through loneliness I am not alone

And maybe the world doesn't need more souls fiery flames
But gentle candle hearts and kisses of kindness

What could break my soul but this
The unnumbered skies
Still, free pouring, moments
Riddled with the thoughts
Of God himself
These thoughts are timeless
And these hopes - endless
As the days of the maker himself
Such that I could taste eternity

Let burn my soul dry
And whisper my ashes into the beyond
An abyss barren of kings, and quiet, and shame

You are everything
To my nothingness
Like an ocean, forever raging its waves
Upon shore,
Sand,
And soulless cliffs of desolation alike

Still no saltyness could compare
To that which we soaked our sheets with,
Secrets wrought in moonlight
To kiss yesterday's memories
As though we knew
They were dreams in passing
Dreams ever present
And dreams moving on

She is breathless in wonder
At all that lay before
Green may be more than a color
And blue more than a shade of sky
For how can you reduce such beauty
To a color and a scheme of land
Could you not say it is how you felt
When you looked upon such a thing
You would never want
To tear your eyes away
Even when the storms
Came down to visit the mountains
You would see the beauty in the anger
And be breathless all the same

One of my bar customers wrote me these short words;

Wonder

Have you
Ever gazed
Upon a
Sleeping child
Then
  Wondered
                    At
                       That
                            Wonder


Pain

Pain is a
Part of life
But
Like
A
Dying
Leaf
The pain
Will be just
Another  
           Refrain

I think in a way our words read us, just as much as we read them

It would be as if our souls looked into a mirror, and nodded, saying, "this is understanding myself, this is knowing other people"

And maybe that is how our hearts see the stars, and taste a kiss, through the mutterings over our mind, overgrown into pages and poems

and maybe we all
                              relapse
                                         regress

fall back into what we were

while still
              desperately
                                clinging


to whom we think we are now

and maybe it is all in
                                   futility
                                              or
                                                  weakness

but that is okay

because things done in the struggle of
                                                                  darkness

may be worth more recognition

that those
                 done
                         in the light
                                             of day

what you cannot see changing

has no
           reflection

on the value of that change

You planted roses in my heart
     Now I am overgrown
With these thorns in my lungs
     And petals blooming out my eyes
The only reason my head is held high
     Is because of the stems in my throat
And still you bring me bouquets
     And still I pluck away
He loves me...
     He loves me not...
He loves me....
     He loves me not.

I can go back years in my mind
and still
that changes nothing for today

I am such as I have never been before
and still
she is not enough

For to me all things
even dreams and death
are tangible

And such that I could touch
life and love alike
but the world spins in it's own way

I retrograde in my emotions
and there is no center
to loss and losing

My only comfort is this, you
and still I cling
knuckles white and bleeding

There is none and nothing to surround me
Still my body chokes
On air fouled with memories

And dreams
oh nightmares
that they would leave their scars and go

But the world and whims of life
are not as such
and such I should have known

Fools live and die
and I am still afraid
of life and death at once

The coffin of my mind is unburied
and such these memories renew
a soul tired in its journeying

This is now still
a day to remember
though many I still forget

For time passes like water
through this life
and on into the next

These scars I carry
though the weight not the same
still I feel its presence

Let me pass
just as I am
in the shadows of the overgrown

Into that which calls me
by my own name
in the dying light of the stars

This day is still only a rising
that will set into the past
and I will let you go

As I have done so many before
such is the way of the world
still she spins, in fields of flowers

Stop staying in abusive relationships and situations, just stop.