Where You Used To Be

as the sun runs to me,

I remember

the afternoons melting

into the horizon.

a painted canvas of expansive

blue blends into darker tones

as memory fills in the blanks

with sweet fiction.

they mingle, copulate

and fill space.

The Course Of Empire

Well tread paths

fade into the encroachment

of natures tendrils.

Carved edifices stand in silence,

nimble fingers are exposed

as bleached white bone

disconnected from the lives

that gave them birth.

Your face emerges timidly

amongst the ruins.

Collapse crashes in silence,

the flock takes flight

as your nimble limbs

gallop through green

and well covered marble.

An act of instinct

seeking only to preserve

the fleeting gift.

Limbs slow

as focus returns.

A space emptied

then filled once more.

"You Don't Understand A Thing I Say"

Ears listening in silence

Expect nothing from Expectation.

We hide behind mirrors and live in front of glass.

Our battles are fought within reduced confines.

Love and admiration becoming a perversion of themselves.

For The Girl In London

I.

Standing on the pier, the surf foams below you.

Ripples on the surface result in a surging momentum.

Facing the peninsula, wind whipping your hair.

You stand at the edge of the world.

A voyage in the internal landscape

leading to cross continental expansion.

II.

Don't be sad.

Tears of mixed joy and grief.

As we said goodbye

you held me close

in your inebriated embrace,

finding reciprocity in mine,

we became the people we had always

been to each other in full.

The Usefulness Of Others

Only we can provided each other

with what we both need. An exch

ange born from an understood n

eed, an abstained desire. We fulf

ill the need of our selves and bad

e the encroaching shadows away.

A deal too good to be true, the gl

oss wears off as morning breache

s the darkness again. - - - - - - - -

IT'S COMPLICATED

IT'S such an easy out for the undefinable

emotional ambiguousness we feel

between opaque relations. A contraction

(it is = it's) and an adjective (complicated),

it is defined as "consisting of parts intricately

combined," or as "difficult to analyze, understand,

or explain." A thread loosening, then unraveling

the garment, disintegrating into its component

pieces. The bridge is crossed, we watch it collapse

into the gorge, falling out of frame and perspective.

The End

and when it comes

how will it feel?

counting both sunrise,

& sunset,

marking time

and times.

there is no certainty

beyond impending fate.

we return to where we've always been.

return to where we've always been.

to where we've always been.

where we've always been.

we've always been.

always been.

been.

be.

Tail Or.

creeping on the coast,

descending in darkness

to our anointed appointment

the glass slides apart

as shadows play through us.

casting future and fortune

by ancient actuaries.

discarding formality for

impassioned breathing.

we give and give

until the night

crumples inward.

Perpetual

The world would crumble if

we called it a day in our relentless pursuits.

Mad and ravenous for the element

elusive to our lesser peers.

Salvation or decimation

will be found through it.

With this

we are content.

The Function Of Memory

Freezing beauty

one moment at a time,

a flash which passes in an instant.

Captured like a tiger behind bars.

It paces back and forth,

to and fro,

back and forth,

back and forth,

to and fro.

Pacing paws wield well worn paths of familiarity.

It rests in discontent waiting to spring forth

in a moment that may never come.

Another Goodbye For Another

life is a series of

endless goodbyes

we repeat

ad nauseam.

this will be

no different,

no different

than before.

when it is said

when it is done

you will be gone,

I will be here.

it's so much better

to see your face

beaming bright

saying "hello."

I am honey dripping from the comb.

Bad People

Worn out platitudes

drip from well worn throats

like sap running down a tree.

The empty gaze of

muted intelligence,

hands too clumsy to

be good at anything.

Sit,

those big

empty brown eyes

looking into me,

pleading,

imploring,

for something

I can never give.

In Her(e) The World Begins

In Her The World Begins

In Here The World Begins

We listen but don't hear what we need to, only what we wish to.

A four letter word, broken like a coffee mug, shattered upon the floor.

An emptiness even that cannot fill.

If they only knew what I know.

Love? So you claim.

Waiting for the sun in these dying hours.

Strangers sharing connection.

Menagerie

Those I've left behind

wait for me

like figurines

in a glass menagerie.

Born Still

your words died before you ever opened your mouth.

stillborn,

you spit them out.

they landed with a

splat,

evaporating into the

air around us.

Sprawled Out With No Reason In Order

Bound and underground

the sound will drown

this town.

I am only real when you aren't here.

The missing piece

has remained as much.

Reality is a drag when you have lived what I have lived.

The quiet desperation found in most lives

is enough to fill a gorge with tears.

Because you're not here.

Everyday Horror

a flower blooming

too late.

beauty lost

with no one

to see

to touch

to smell.

a story

far too

common.

What would daryl say?

You said

You said

it would never be

any other way.

You said

You said

we'd always be

together.

You said

You said

nothing but

lies.

I can't

I can't

do this.

scribbles from another page

Strange Arrangement

We Walk Among Each Other Like The Strangers We Are

I'm Sane And I'm The Same

An Emptiness You Can't Abide

The Tides In Your Eyes

Our lips once drank freely

from this bottle.

We guzzled

and drank it dry.

Empty,

it gathers dust

in the corner of the room.

A night left behind.

detri

It deafens

you when It

is gone.

It rings

loud.

It may not

be back.

Time to

move on.

The Sunshine For What It's Worth.

Your only regret is the biggest regret one could have.

You dress your disappointments in amber

and watch them beneathe your guilded canopy.

Feelings too fleeting

to be true.

The Empty Embrace.

This is fine by me,

This will do for now.

I want more,

expect more.

Do I deserve it?

wounded lion,

how proud you remain.

Life goes

away

far more often

than we would like,

than we would care to see.

An Inconvenient Gift

Liquid life falls around us,

permeating,

expanding wood.

Torsos covered well,

heads beneath

cap and cloth.

Socks soak moisture

too readily

leaving feet

too damp

to be comfortable.

Small curses made and muttered

hastily as bodies flee

from doorway to

motor carriage.

Breath fogs glass

as a journey begins.

Slug

Dragging your tail back and forth,

you slither closer

to your destination.

Trees shed leaves,

wind blowing them

down

the street.

Sun Break

Streaming in

bright and beautiful,

sending the grey away.

Did you find what you were looking for here?

Find your peace within the tempest.

My Advice/Maxims

1)What Matters Most Is What Is Often Said Least.

2)We Await Our Endless Sleep Forgetful Of The Debt We Keep.

3)Keeping This Silence, We Unleash Our Violence On Ourselves.

4)Our Artistry Magnifies The Best And Worst In Us.

Rhymes & Hymns of the Listless

It Drips

Like Drops

Onto A

Countertop.

Your Magpie

Maladies Make

Mince Meat Of

Memories.

Loneliness Leaves Love

Less Like Leviathan

Ledges.

Grabs & Groping Grunts

Greet Great Grumbling

Giants.

Champagne and Sham Pain.

you bound around

panning sound.

Each photo a story.

As we are, As we appear, As we imagine ourselves to be.

Your hand paints the sky,

fingers spread color

like the wind.

Remembering everything,

then...

nothing.

Embracing the Vacuous.

Our kind are the most talented of actors.

In here the world resumes.

In here the world ends

In here the world begins.

Apparition in sound.

Hear Knows When

You coo soft lullabies

through layers of strings

spinning fuzzed out vibrations

through overdriven means

of amplification.

Floating on the wind

you answer echoes

answer echoes

echoes answer.

Here

knows

When.

You Don't Even Have To Say It To Know

You Don't Even Have To Say It To Know

It comes down to this: ___ .

Is ___ all we are looking for?

Is ___ all you want from me?

Is ___ all I want from you?

Is ___ all we need to forget?

___ is decidedly under/over rated.

Everyone has ___ on their mind

if not all, then at least some of the time.

___ is a very basic thing.

But when ___ is happening,

the world ceases,

we become the creatures

of natures intent.

Trees

Trees

You stripped the branches of their leaves

and thought about

how empty they seemed.

You sawed the branches from the trunk

and wondered

where the shade went.

You cut down the trunk

and wondered

where you would climb.

You pulled the stump from the ground

and wondered

where you would sit.

You looked around

and wondered,

what's next?

This Number Is No Longer In Service

People will take as long as you are willing to give.

This Number Is No Longer In Service

I saw your

name:

ph.#:

part of me grew sad

remembering.

Tea Leaves

Reading leaves

finding fortune

in the bottom

of a cup.

Lines In Succession, Heart Bound Oppression

The Image Of Power

The Power Of Image

Constant Disconnection

Amputation Of The Consciousness From Corporeal Form

Sever Everything

The Internal Landscape, Burned, Smoldering In The Darkness

Neurons Firing Like Cannons On A Battlefield

My Sincerity, A Broken Vase

If Lies Were Currency We'd Be Billionaires

Smoke Rising From The New Cavity

Bright Light Calling You Into An Arrested State

Remove The Will

Your Heart Is A Bankrupt Proposition

Solitude, Like Death

Silence Is The Only Thing We Fear

Our Immortality Depends On Our Morality

There Are No Good Men, There Are No Bad Men

Everyone Starves

Hunger Drives Everything

Fear Only What Lurks Inside

Back And Forth

the tides goes out,

your heart steadies itself.

a sigh of relief

as the water

readies to return.

Peace

staring into the face of creation,

a million pinpoints

beaming down.

gentle lapping,

a soft sound.

i don't sink,

i don't drown,

i just am.

motion and motive

have no meaning.

a beautiful stasis,

heart & mind

at rest.

a quiet place,

existence at its most

loving.

more lines

I can only forgive others

once I've forgiven myself.

The night is all.

The afterglow lights up the day.

Words are never as simple as they seem

Spraypaint

Like a death you can embrace

as it pulls you apart

only to bring it together again.

Beating down eyelids

over glazed pupils,

the consciousness

behind it slumps into its chair.

It pulls the trigger on itself,

colors the walls so beautifully.

Met.

and did you find

the happiness you were looking for?

the absence,

the sorrow,

the wounded metronome

beating within.

the dust collected,

sitting thick,

wiped away by your hands.

the metronome

beats in time once again.

Gap

And that is how I missed one day.

Glass And Past

Hold it like a glass

figurine in your hand.

Reflecting light,

an innate fragility.

Like the relics of a

saint, set down gently

on the shelf. Dust, its

only company until

memory remembers

once more.

Proving

Our words have carried us thus far,

let our actions

now speak.

Masturbation

like standing in front of each

naked,

manipulating genitalia.

dripping words instead

of fluids.

kind of like that.

Je Suis Vous

the secret is always obvious to those keeping it.

I could wait here forever

and I have.

Find freedom in yourself once you let speech tumble

awkwardly out of you.

Technology will not save anyone unless morality retains a hold on us.

Our kindness to each other has decreased with the increase in methods of communication.

You are amazing as you wish to be if you dare to act.

No Malice Goes Unreturned.

We Watch Each Other From A Curious Distance. What Happened?

Age takes us to every place we never imagined.

Distance is not merely a measure of physical space.

We survive on a mixture of dreams, work and madness.

We are unrelenting in our cause.

Why?

Because once you decide what we have

there can be no other way to live.

Je Suis Vous.

Rambling Love

love is no mistake unless

it is infatuation.

the heart wants

what the heart wants.

the body craves

what the body needs.

desire breeds in lust,

love breeds in familiarity.

our reason has no explanation

for our desire

of a deeper touch,

a smaller death.

a balance of heart and lust

would serve us best

but how often

does this ever happen?

A Darkness

our feet tread upon interstellar waters.

darkness expands in the absence of light.

each breath a breath from god himself.

light expands within lungs,

bursts through flesh filled cavities.

feet running in the darkness,

scatter light, feet flitting

from illumination to illumination.

darkness teems with light.

note: and this is why you shouldn't write when you're too out of your head. ugh. 1/5/10 10pm

Shearing

It falls softly on the sink.

Strands and Clumps

gather at the edge of the basin.

Vibrations make my hand unsteady,

shaking in anxiety,

fearing my own image.

Mirror shows the

shearing in progress.

Skin exposed, moist,

soft after hiding all these years.

Cascading downward,

making no sound

it grows bigger.

My trembling hand

reaches,

touches skin.

It's not so bad.

Paper guides the years into a pile,

dumps them into the wastebasket.

Frigid Sunrise

this sunrise

breaks over water,

streams through windows

on frigid wings.

a cold kiss

touching your cheek

as your body buries itself

deeper into the covers.

Ghosts

fist breaks through glass

while she hides in her room.

"that boy has his spells

takes too much after his dad."

blood drips down newly maimed flesh,

a heaving chest

exhilarated by it all.

mirror reflects reality

from the living room floor,

beads of sweat

drip down a granite jaw

and fall from a stubbly chin

onto the floor below.

sobs are muffled

deep into the pillow,

hands grip

for the only thing within control.

breathing slows,

heartbeat steadies,

blood coagulates.

its going to be a long night.

Curious Flame

traveling the distance of time

Curious Flame

encounters of chance

mark interactions

between two passing forces

in the hours of burning embers.

sharing heat

in passing,

promises of contact to come,

the burning hours

separate until

fire is sparked once more.

Birth

When the night has gone

we amble from our beds

onto the porch.

the wind cold,

enticing us to action.

birds fly from power lines,

cats stalk them in the garden

and everything is reborn.