Trailing

So much

trails behind us,

pieces cast off

or broken

from the body.

Memories best

left forgotten,

the years

always leading

to the present.

My Children

My children are born

Premature,

Stillborn,

Deformed.

Sitting in the living room

we grow accustomed

to each others

company

and see

how life

has failed

us all.

the hours as they pass by...

wax dripped slowly

upon us

as the night

wrapped its

finger

around our hearts.

we left

each other

wondering

what was

coming

next.

that

could be

anyones guess.

Voyeurs

We

can't

look away.

We

can't help it.

We

are too sick

to change.

We

have sentenced

ourselves.

want

What I want

is all anyone

could ask for.

What you want

is you could

ever hope for.

4 Letters

its an easy mistake

to make

over and over,

never knowing

why,

always

enraptured

by the sight of it.

always confusing it

for something else.

Well, do you?

Do

You

find wisdom

in the

Aphorisms

of

Fools?

Every Breathe Is Dying

All these

useless

distractions

poisoning us,

making us

blind.

Killing us

as we breathe.

Liferaft

We hold on

to each other

as the leak

condemns us

to our fate.

Lengths

The further

I go

the less

answers

I have.

Old Friends

we grow

closer as

the years

pass between

us. the

rewards of

friendship.

A Present Tense.

I

could

care less

about the past,

all I care about is

the present with you.

Stranger

stranger,

don't feel that way

though distance

divides us.

stranger,

how often

do we disregard

the words of our

elders?

stranger,

be mine for

a fleeting

moment

in time.

FUCK FATE

The nightmare

ends when

we are

ready for it

to end.

Dreaming Of You

Dare I dream

about you

this night?

As I wake

will the sun

light erase

all visions

of you?

City Nights

the city teems with

anger,

madness,

frustration and

murderous eyes

as the heat rises

in the night.

Hot Nights

Sweat drips down

your back as the

city breathes down

your neck.

Scales

What we want

and what we

need can often

be two very

different things or

sometimes they are

one in the

same.

Moon God

We all become

the heros

of our own

mythology.

A Modern Affliction

Bound to the spectacle

we can never look away

until it becomes too late.

Living Spaces

tucked into walls

covered by a roof,

living in spaces

sparsely and simply.

making love,

dreaming,

forgetting,

hiding,

seeking

from the

people &

places

just outside.

you get so

caught up

sometimes

that you forget

to leave

as the days

go by.

Interrelated

Ambitions point towards

the living mirror,

reveals intent through

luminous orbs

speaking in an ancient tongue.

This flawed matrimony

is a genesis,

an apocalypse.

Lives taken into account,

all the towns people

drowned in the deluge.

Fate extends its hand,

standing frozen

waiting for an answer.

888

find the answer

in the pattern

that lies before

you in the

darkest of spaces.

Quicksand

It pulls you down

without you noticing

your feet sinking

deeper with each

step.

We Are The Madmen

a need that bonds.

*

If not us then who?

*

all this heartache.

*

its far too hard to sum up thoughts and emotions in words sometimes.

*

searching for someone to care.

*

what matters? what doesn't?

*

What of past lives?

Even the past year feels like another life centuries ago.

*

I just could never get over you.

*

It's so strange.

*

Has it been long enough that you are willing to act?

Willing to do something about your fears?

Forever Changes

When the wind speaks

its voice is never the

same.

Hear Emily Play

An unexpected gift

from your hands

and voice,

so lovely to behold.

We are always

learning about

each other.

The Departed Guest

Just like

that

...

...

the wind has passed,

the night has stilled.

Bodies sleep.

The Preservation of Language

It doesn't always need to be remarkable

to be put down. It need only be there at

that moment. Captured like a photograph,

imperfect but honest. Fleeting but forever

remembered.

Keeping The Promise

These words of faith

are my promise.

Never

question them

though your

nature

be skeptical.

Spirits Among Us

Quietly

it moves into you,

rushes quick

to find the quill,

the nib,

the ink,

the creme colored paper

to give birth

to its gift.

Presence

Breathe warm against your neck

raising hairs and temperature.

Nothing but darkness

there and

everywhere.

Cycles & Seasons

Must

we always wonder

why

the river floods

when it does?

Painter

Leaves

spread across

the concrete

in abstract

patterns by

the invisible

hand tousling

your hair.

It can never

make up its

mind, taking

the leaves

to wherever it

pleases.

Believer

All those angels

watching,

listening,

I could never understand

how no one else

could see them.

I always wondered why

I couldn't see them

when I would look into

the mirror.

I could always hear them.

I still do.

Wrath

Softly

beautifully

it began to fall.

Listening to it

hit the windows

you could hear

a rhythm grow,

lull you to sleep.

The next morning

it was still pouring.

Heavier,

like thousands of

tiny fists

banging on every

surface they could find.

We began to worry

as the days passed

without relent.

I wondered if we had

angered God.

I remembered the

nice woman at Sunday School

telling us about his wrath.

He seemed like

someone whose bad side

you would never want to be on.

The waters began to rise

in the streets.

Nothing we did could stop it.

Fists,

thousands and thousands of

tiny fists

all begging to get in.

We all lost our homes that year.

I never could figure out

what we had done to anger him.

Hindsight (one might suppose)

If I could have

saved

YOU

tonight

I would have.

Salvation

was only

a phone

call away.

May your

mind rest

easy tonight

as I push

these words

out for you.

Independent Contractor

We keep pushing

the walls from

the outside

hoping we

can keep

the roof

from falling.

Mark Twain

He sat at the bar

with either stool around him empty.

A mug of beer sat in front of him

half-empty.

If you didn't know any better

you may have thought him

to be Mark Twain

in jeans and a work shirt.

Hunching over his drink

while the music played

the world seemed to

fade in and out of

clarity. Nothing new here,

just old habits

killing one day

at a time.

Statue Of A Porcelain Goddess.

Stranger Dear,

How I gaze upon your

visage &

dream of your

soft

porcelain skin

finding me in the dark.

It will pass

& become

a fading memory.

Stranger

find me

within.

American Holiday

And what

is it that we

celebrate today?

What is it

that we

remember?

Dreams and

Ideals

at what

cost?

Of Cats & Bears

we dug

deeper into

each other

than we

are used

to going.

we found

our love

and

under

standing

beneathe

the posturing

of our forms

and found

the truth

within.

The Patient

We feed it

because it is there,

waiting

with a patience

beyond that of

any man.

It's virtue

is our demise.

It knows,

it waits

for that hand

to reach out.

the fate of men

marching in

lockstep formation

the path is clear,

the future far

from it.

Dead Dog Blues

that red tongue

sticking out from

jaws spread open

under the summer

sun. your body lay

prone as we drove

by . you could have

been someone's

faithful companion,

a young child's

nemesis. now,

all you were

was just another

body tossed to

the side of the

road.

The Choices We Make

Choices can be made easily.

Living with them can be

a different matter

altogether.

Certain Things

We know the words

to this song

much to our annoyance

every time it

comes on.