No Explanation

there is reason,

then

there is

THIS.

Said the Moth to the Flame

Don't

ask to be

forgiven,

there is

nothing

to forgive.

I fly to

you,

to your beauty

without

question.

An embrace

final

and eternal.

Belle

That Louisiana drawl

drew me in,

you exuded a charm that

couldn't be fake.

There was a dirty innocence

to you from the start.

Instead of love

or lust

we grew a friendship.

Those years

dripped

like sap,

slowly

pouring forth

from the tree.

on the approved path of life and love

It's what's expected

It's what you do.

Call it love

or else

what would you

call it?

About time?

Like a foot kicking a face in,

rearranging

everything.

Days

Journey without an end,

comes in and out

with the tides.

Sun burning your face

as the wind rearranges

these needful things.

Eyes can't lie about

the truth of the soul.

So we go

on and on and on.

So we go

on and

on

and

on.

No Where

Where

did it

all

go?

Nowhere

dear,

nowhere

at all.

Naja's Place

Beauty which never faded,

weathered by life.

The sea salted air

permeates the night.

Music too familiar to

bar goers played from a band

grinding out creation

on the most barren level.

We chit chat about this

and that. Passing time,

much like our lives

with a certain fondness

and a certain sadness

at a youth gone by.

If only we knew then,

if only we knew.

Familiar Stranger

When the past comes looking for you,

what can you do but look into its eyes

and say hello to the days that have

passed you by?

An Uneasiness

We add friendship with clicks

and looks at pics to see if they

meet some preconceived aesthetic

of attraction. Chance encounters

at random places are remembered

through half serious adds on some

late night bender. Their random

faces populate feeds easily as

they offer their taste in politics,

love, laughter, and a million

useless things you could care less

about. Some faces are the ghosts

of past lives buried in cobwebbed

recollections best left in the attic.

We can't help but watch these faces

grow older, get married, have kids,

get fatter, divorced, while grinding

out a living at the cost of their lives.

This screen sees me, through me,

into me. Our eyes meet but,

we never do.

Mama and the Devil's Music

Mama told me,

"Always look out for them hooligans

down at the bar with their black leather

jackets. They'll take you to no place good

boy. No place good at'all."

Mama don't you worry!

"They live too fast, with drinks in their hands

and the devils music deafening the good Lord.

I'm praying for your soul son."

Mama don't you worry!

I got the freewill to decide

between life and sin. It sounds too good,

moves so fast and them drinks make ya

feel alright. Is that so wrong mama?

"Son, son, son,

you got me worried."

Mama don't you worry!

Ain't no devil gonna take me to the crossroads.

The Midnight Blues Garage Stomp Boogie

I can't sleep so I can't dream.

Been awake all night seeing things.

Make this unreal,

you make me feel

you make me feel

alive.

In this space I live and breathe

so restlessly

so restlessly.

Can't shake these midnight blues.

Can't shake these midnight blues.

Look at what you do.

Look at what you do.

Can't shake these midnight blues

Can't shake these midnight blues

or you.

*inspired by the song "Feel All Right" by The Oblivians

Sickness

slowly feasting on the bowels

it grows fat with blood and

feces. worries of mind and

spirit incarnate into lumbering

lethargy and aches. it grows

and grows until the weight

becomes too great and an

abortion is born forth from

it all.

Censorship

From time to time I'll think about

the things I would do if we were

alone together. It would start out

late, both of us ready to depart

but hesitating. Waiting for the

other to make a move. We both

do, leaping forward into moments

of blind passion we begin to

______ _______ each other

in ___. It is _____ and _____

and we know it but it _______

stop us from _______.

It passes like a tempest

as we sleep like the beasts

of the field.

Internal Dialogue

The thoughts I keep

hidden,

embraces

saved for a future

night,

kisses saved

for a later

passion.

Another night

with these

thoughts,

another night

apart,

another night in

darkness.

A Gentle Fragility

how fragile this crystal is

reflecting the light.

a shake,

a fall,

contact

to the ground

destroying

something so

beautiful.

Human Nature

Cleaving our heads down the middle with an axe,

we gain honesty

to the duplicity

in our lives.

Effect

Coursing through cables and cabinets

it resonates deep through muscular

fiber into bone and beyond. A kind of

relief. Salvation of another kind.

For Paul Proteus

Hopes and Plans

laid through good intent

become the bars binding us

to the cage. The steady

path of progress gouges

out our eyes

leaving in its place a

blind faith.

In The Dark Any Dream Can Be Real

Dreaming

of you

in the

darkness...

could it be

any more real

than this?

Nesting

restless hearts beating through the night

won't let you sleep. words falling softly into

ears so near between sheets feeling the heat.

restless hearts calm quietly, falling

to sleep slowly.

Through The Blinds, A Sunrise

born again

into the light,

a baptism of

radiance

regained

in the

morning

rays.

Balin

I've got a

I've got a

I've got a

crush on

you,

crush on

you.

Four Years

Four years go by quicker than you can imagine.

A life coming into being, gaining experience,

finding love unconditional. Keep that light

shining boy, I'll be right here.

Future Widows

We cling

to the past

just as much

as it clings

to us

as we walk

forward

from where

we left it

behind.

Unsolicited Advice I Gave

"good luck with your change. if I have learned anything in life is that our lives are an endless process of change. it takes some getting used to, but even so, you never get fully used to it."

Friend,

you

were

gone

before

I had

the

chance

to

even

say

hello.

Nocturnal Creatures

Like

an angel

you sleep

&

Like

a devil

I creep

through the

night.

Limited Vocabulary

these words are born stilted and dead,

tumbling clumsily

from the womb.

children,

oh my children,

were you ever

beautiful?

Creating The Master

Sitting dead-eyed in front of the screen which communicates

most of our worlds knowledge and detritus, the soul grows numb

and sorrowful. It will not abate. It will grow and encroach further

and further until mind and body become enslaved to a master of

our own creation. The light of the spectacle will be too much for

us to ever look away. Even now, I sit transfixed by it. Gazing into

you, reality becomes a stream of information as experience is

washed away by the perverse voyeurism that has taken root in us.

Lies & Life

I could live a thousand lives

in a thousand lies.

I could live a thousand lies

in a thousand lives.

What is true?

What is life?

All of our love

is

unrequited.

Cycles of the Seasons

Summer turns to

Fall turns to

Winter turns to

Spring turns to

Summer turns to

Fall turns to

Winter turns to

Spring turns to . . .

__________

and where will you be

when the morning comes?

Creating A Tapestry

threads

forming cloth

on the loom,

how beautifully

it comes together.

Expansion

space

expanding

infinitely

as the internal

world grows

with each passing

day.

Time is Tight

She always leaves

too soon,

making me

wonder

what happened

in the first

place.

Before and Before

Such a strange place

to be at once again.

The same old fears

and comforts

staring at you

from the inside out.

Explorador

everything

we hoped to find

was lost

before

we had the chance

to seek it.

All The Words We Cast Into The Water

Words becomes windows

into the most intimate

of moments, voicing all

the fears and hopes one

longs to fulfill or forget.

Anonymity entices us in

freeing the chasms of pain

we harbor in the hopes of

finding spirits with our

same malady. Our condition

is persistent, though not

terminal. The flow of the

rivers will take us to the sea.

One For The Girl In The Big City

I always

said

that I imagined

your life

over there

being similar to the

start of the Mary Tyler Moore

show. This

has nothing

to do with any

thing other than

remembering

you on a coast

removed from

you

Lyrical Fodder?

I've been a fool

my whole life

wanting things I could never have.

Wondering

how could this be so,

is the answer really no?

And now I...

No, no, no...

And now I

Know, know, know...

Are you what I've been missing?

Are you what I've always known?

__________

If I don't cry

If I don't bleed

is it worth anything?

_____________

I could be your knight

I could be your prince

if you just turned to give me a glimpse.

______________

Is my life a throwaway

could I be a stowaway

on this place?

______________

The Mourning Of Growing Old

________________

Erosion

Sun

Wind

Rain

Heat

Cold

all wear down

even the greatest

of mountains.

Movements Of The Earth

measuring years

by dust and paper

strewn across the counter.

emotional strata

irrefutable

in the archaeological

findings.

longing for peace,

the unstable ground

shifts over plates beneathe

feet, trembling at any

sudden movement.

Scraps Of Thoughts Piled Upon My Desk

Culture Vulture

Vulture Culture

_________

sails circle back

to the harbor of our home.

we've seen these sights before

in another time

another life

through ancient eyes.

________

band name: Many Masters

________

I won't let myself die in this place.

________

the infinite is the only thing which gives meaning

to our lives

and hope for an existence beyond this one.

________

these bodies are cages.

_______

Of Flesh & Famine.

______

we frame our lives in routine to avoid the sense of emptiness

in the days we live.

________

I wish you well until I burn in hell

for these sins we made, this price to pay.

this fleeting fire will be our pyre.

dreams dashed descend

into an inevitable end.

________

Inevitable Immolation

_____

Can we figure out the where within or out?

Can we figure out all this empty doubt?

______

this train ran

to the rails end.

no station to be seen

just the end to all our dreams.

feet treading on lonely ground

this is the sound of no one

nothing around.

we could just give up

we could just give up.

______

your lungs are wasted space.

______

Blind Beast

____

these waters are calm, reflecting.

_____

these dead end lines

reaching no one at all

disconnect the number

connect the disaffection

of our eyes and lives.

________

this living is killing you

_______

dead angel(s)

_______

your waxen smile wanes under the hubris in your head.

_______

pontificate on the certificate.

____

like a nightmare dreaming itself into being.

_____

all this useless text

clogging our eyes, our lives

filled with lies.

a black ocean spreading

itself shore to

shore

until it becomes the

whole of the

world.

______

your parasol eyes

______

the isolation of power

the power of isolation

______

your velveteen touch

____

your eyes shine through bright lights

________

our silence consumes us.

________

like pulling teeth from a crocodiles jaw

____

this bliss is marred by an uncommon emptiness

_____

reality is the cure for the common dream

______

bound by fate into a world not of our choosing

______

there is always choice available to us.

____

a pound of flesh to pay my debt

_____

an uncommon sense.

_____

step into the past, the view is obscured.

-isms.

I always lie

in the light.

The truth

always comes

out at night.

________

We build understanding on mutual delusions.

Dare we call them dreams?

The Freed Pendulum

The pendulum swings,

breaks free

then

falls to the ground,

embedding itself

into the dirt.

Motionless

at last.

A Call

The darkness calls

again tonight.

I turn away

from her,

waiting

for the

light.

Om

calling

this world

into being,

the first

sound

ringing

forth

into

creation.

Asking The Deaf

Staring into

its face

I grow

weary,

wondering

how,

why.

I ask

without end.

There

is never

an

answer.

A different kind of death.

The words

just won't come.

Lost,

wondering,

wishing

that fate

had chosen

a different

mark.

Jesse Hoffman

You'll be missed

my friend.

You'll be missed.

Speculation

Did

you lose

the fight

we're all

up

against?

Vingette For Passing Moments

We had our moment.

Now

if I could just

let it

go.

Enslavement

It keeps us bound

at rapt attention

without need of

chains and manacles.

Eyes fixed upon the

great oracle of our

age, attentive, un-

questioning. A pro

mise to make us

whole, a promise

repeated so much

that it will be true,

has to be true. Does

n't it? Doesn't it?

A Great Patience

Burrowing through rock

in silent measures

it erodes with natural

calculation. Widening

steadily under the gaze

of a burning eye,

the gap grows too wide

to ever cross.

Active Reader

Facts are in the mind,

misinterpretations

by the reader.

Murderers Row

We barter in cliche

for convenience.

Language like junk food

recycled into the lines

of a billion bad poems,

ten-thousand novels &

hundreds of short

stories.

They drip across the page

besmirching it with

every letter

and infecting

every eye that

dares lay upon it.

Where is the cure for

this modern malady?

Not in these words, not

in these lines. Somewhere

we've never been to, will never

live to see.

Sap

Just

because of

this distance

don't

think I

don't

miss you,

don't

think of you,

don't

wish I could

look into

those beautiful

eyes

once more.

Glass of Water

Does it make

you cry

love?

______

Your glass of

water sits

here,

neither empty

nor full.

The water

evaporates

slowly

sitting

here.

Agents of Time

They never ask

they just do.

Silently they pass,

their work shows

in mirrors

and the creeping

fog of fading

memory.

They work every

hour of every

day, just out

of sight, just

out of reach.

Pictures can lie

no more than

a mirror could.