i cant forget the sly smile
wrapped smugly underneath
a brokeback hard weathered face
it's frusturating
almost to the brink of insanity
to draw ones lids and see nothing,
dark day to still darker night
desperate hour upon destined hour,
but another-
the one that flew away

my demon soul crashes,

is incinerated by your sunbeam face

back into the black ashes

where like a phoenix in reverse

it was conceived then created

now destroyed

a new hope resides in its place

erasing the mangled shadow faces

that haunted my dreams

until i fell asleep

next to the keeper of light

the shepherd i embrace and see

as the only stillwater dream

i want to believe in

"there's a place for us"

he kills her brother.

she loves him still.

beauty

A Quote from Sidney Poitier

"We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists
... in the loved one, perfection."

Forsaken hearts and hand-me-down pain
Travel in Blue Sunday skies
And take smart roads to hate

A part of me goes with them
To cold streams of salty eyes
Where I hide behind the cracked rock seams
Waiting for salvation

Or a clue
Or someone to help me

Anything.

The feet keep passing
No one to crash into me
No place to go but back

"MY SONG"

according to my new friend J, this song is "so me"


caroline
on the line
never getting through
she's getting tired of reaching out
every day
the same display
the world caught in her eye
caroline
always seems to cry


okbye.

Sat behind a bending sky
Drenched in sweat and tears and wine
Missing people I can’t find
The sun grows colder
In the city

Souls today can’t keep their words
The burns have left them all alone
Towing with them broken letters
My world is smoking
Here without me

Bleeding roses colored white
Something new has come at night
Darkened dreaming keeps my eyes wide
The roses
All but died

6 am and im up again

no reason to dream anymore

you send tangled words

the hurt palms of my skull

too clumsily unwind

and misshape and play rough with

my spine is growing crooked

and now looking back

trashing the world seems like my only escape

ive taken everything

bled nothingness

you said it so

voices of the universe shout

follow your bliss

whisper life into me

didnt they read the papers?

that road has long since closed.

just let me die
hold your mouth over my air
my lips curled in despair and anger
take my life from me
dont let me bleed anymore

breathe

try not to think

hold that part of your soul fastened

mirror it with those burning eyes

pits of feeble desires

only desire

don’t let it take hold of you

break free of the binding

tear open the book

shred the pages

don’t think his name

the brain starts pounding

louder than gunshots

the sound struggles to escape now

and again we spin sideways

shut out the traffic

the screaming behind my head

pull him from your blind vision

erase the pain

and with it the pleasure

haven’t we bled for each other

enough

keep breathing

don’t open your eyes!

abstain from another day of sadness

we can run away

together you and i

there is only us:

body and mind

It’s frusturating
-almost to the brink of insanity-
to draw ones lids
day and night
desperate hour upon destined hour
and see nothing
not even a trivial drop
of anyone else’s entrancing facade
I have to ask;
Do you find it humorous,
haunting me like this?
Or are you just the same
And have our ghosts made up their absent minds
To toil in each other for longer still?

Back up

Step in and breathe

Release the tension the trees only feel

Respire their life

Let your mind spill into my outstretched arms

Wrap my body in your branches

While the fire above warms our eyes

Trying to relax our troubled broken spines

Inhale a bit more

And our hearts ease to one

theres a hole in the back of my head
my mind and i had a falling out

hahahahahahahahahaha

it's funny
im dead

Storm in me a new idea

New minds to come against

Let me out of hiding now

And let me die within

it will rain today

the morning echo whispers it so

peace be with you

in a garden of color

where firework blossoms are all around

exploding into the a.m.

aiming their action

at a tree of life

at a view set under fertility

these blooms are never violent

never bleeding anything

but seeds

i wonder if i am their god

just from standing near

the fog makes me unsteady

my braincells are dense

another cloudy day