On Love - A Poem (of sorts)

1)   It starts out with a conscious choice to forget.

After a few days you realize it is a fairly useless

act. At that point you can embrace the emotions

and memories that have weighed the spirit down 

or continue to shun them and risk further turmoil

in yourself. The heart and mind know the high 

cost these feelings and memories can exert on the

present. In the interest of self-preservation you'll

come to a moment of balance, a peace that you 

struggled against until finally relenting. 

2)   It is often hard for me to follow my own advice.

There are faces I see in familiar places that haunt me

still. 

3)   Love: we crave it deeply and when we feel it 

missing from our lives lament its absence and vow 

anything to gain its return.

4)   To know love even for a brief moment is enough

sometimes to continue onward. Safe in the knowledge 

such a wondrous thing came to be for such a brief

instant.

5)   The loss of love can be one of the events in life 

that can reshape the course of ones existence. The same

holds true for its finding.

6)   It is possible to live without love though almost all

of us would prefer not to. 

7)   We are far more interdependently connected than

we can admit or see.

8)   Hearts burn in both absence and unrequited desire.

9)   Love can be found even in the attempts we make to

created a needed distance.

10)  Whether or not one subscribes to the idea of religion

and the world of the unseen and beyond, Love would be

enough in itself to justify our existence in this world.

As It Bleeds

It dies slowly as it bleeds from its side.



that wound

bleeds and aches

in the same way Christ's did

on the cross there

on Golgotha.

a horrible act committed

with the noblest of intents.



Its intents were nowhere as noble.

THe Devil's Trio

1)Forgetting is tough, remembering is even harder.


2)How To Kill A God.


3)The Bodies In The Field.

one liners on a negative slope

all the love we hope to find

just another state of being

finding nothing in the emptiness...no surprise.

sabotage yourself again

a spiral without end

a heart without hope

where history ends

the blackened coals of failure

of ends and collapses

the breeding of insincerity

the failures of everyone you know

The End of the Modern Age

1,000 voices


screaming back and


forth at each other


demanding


to be heard


demanding


to be held up as


a beacon of


reasons &


rationality.

It's Rough

There are birds singing

outside my window.

This wouldn't be too

big a deal if it was

daytime. However,

it's close to 1:30

in the morning.

I guess they

can't get to sleep

either.

when the dying starts the living begins (fragments)

let's play a game that we'll all know.
_____
measure patterns of indifference
_____

Without the sun, the moon, the stars
the tide or changing of the seasons it
becomes hard to gauge the passage of
time. Day and night are non-existent.
Just a static gray consuming the sky.
(between)

quiet thoughts in loud places

The End of Memory
___

meaning is not inherent in the words we use.

___

thoughts are fragments revealing a larger whole.

___

a fist full of crackers

crumble a cracker in your fist

and let it fall to the ground.

if you are outside when you

do this you may end up

inadvertently feeding some

birds. pigeons most likely.

if there are no birds to be

seen then rest assured that

the walking of feet or the

wandering wind will help

scatter forth the remains

across as broad an area as

possible. eventually you

won't be able to tell that

there were crumbled

crackers there at all.

draining the soul out of me

only because I let it.

I let myself be absorbed in an unreal place

filled with others losing their grip.

Between (part 1)

It's not too often you wake up on your back inside a

lifeboat staring up at an ashen sky. I suppose thats 

the most normal part of what I'm going to tell you. 

There is nothing particularly normal looking about

this place, wherever the hell here is. Once I began 

to look around all I could see was water and trees;

large, gnarled, dead trees jutting from the water like

a field of skeletal hands begging the sky. 

I'm not sure how long I sat there at first as I drifted

through the trees. It was a strange and terrible beauty

being there. I didn't want to chance getting out of

the boat and into the water because I had no idea

of what could be there. From what I could tell

there were no creatures moving about to speak of. 

I couldn't see into depths. 

In the boat I did have a pair of oars along with an

old note book full of missing pages and a pen.

The note book didn't look familiar but I assumed 

it was mine, otherwise why would it be there? I 

didn't bother rowing for some time because the

water seemed to know where I was going. It was 

good enough for the time being. 

The sky never broke from its one color palette. 

There was no sun to speak but there was no moon

either. I assumed there had to be a sun since there

was enough light to see around that place. If I had 

to say what time it looked like it was, I'd guess it 

was somewhere around 5p.m. at any given time. 

That's just a guess. 

I had a lot of time to think then. That's really all I

could do besides watch the scenery. Even the 

strangeness of the place became boring after a 

while. It just goes to show that we can get used to

just about anything. 

What I began to notice was how mutilated and dead

all these trees seemed. They were shorn of all their

leaves like an endless winter, the bare branches 

lonely without their adornments. Some of the trees

looked utterly dead, others looked like they were

struggling to maintain the flicker of life. 

There was a lonely silence that was only broken by

the sound of the boat slowly pushing through the

water. For all the trees around there were no other

signs of life to be found. No small creatures scurrying,

no birds nesting, chirping. Just a perpetual loneliness

that held on tight like a mother to her newborn.

FIsh Eye Worldview

Swimming in the sea

I find it easy to ignore

All the fish I see.

We pass on by

Looking for morsels

To feed on.

Occasionally hiding

In the reefs when

A predator is near.

I've heard rumor of

Another world

Far above us.

Thats only

speculation.

Can you imagine

what that would

be like?

#####

a few ##### here and

a few ##### there

and the others just

spill out every

where.

the erasure of memory.
_________________
I sang all night hoping you would hear.

I danced all night hoping you would see.

I hoped so hard I broke myself apart.

finding space

I

                   found


                                 space


                  in


                          a


place

                I



                         had

never

                     bothered

           to


look.


               All

        I

                                              see

                                  is


endless

                       possibility



filling

                          m                  e    .

House Guests

The words find their way out.

They don't care about set routine.

They come and go as they please.

When they come you better be

ready because they are already on

their way to some other place.

the passage of self

I found reams of old writing

gathering dust in a box.

Leafing through them

has been harder than

looking at yourself in

the mirror to see how

you really are.

sitting here waiting for no one

a restless knowledge has kept me up.

We wear our years as best we can as we gain them.

There is a world that is real and I refuse to be part of it.

Necessary Pain

Nothing in life is static nor should we expect it to be.

He cut out his eyes and tongue.
Afterwards he sat on the stairs calmly awaiting the police.

What we choose to do with who we've become.

The end came so quickly. The wheels still spin.
There is no peace within.

Did you give up the ghost inside?
Was there nothing left to find?
We are running from time to time.
I've become the ghost you've always known.

Love has failed me again.
What I want is never what I get.
Try and try again.
Drowning in my faith,
my inability to change.

The change is real this time.
I'll miss you ___.

This isn't settling...
It's correcting my past mistakes
if you'll let me.

D.Boon...you're always right...

What we know of ourselves is
always subject to change
as we grow older.

NECESSARY PAIN

Patient

The hours in here are so lonely.

Waiting between waking

for any company

to while away the time.

Outside the window I can see

the life of the city streets.

Cars buzz like bees

day and night.

There is no honey here,

just space being crossed from

place to place.

All this white-

the steady warmth

of machinery,

its hum a melody

I never wish to hear again.

lets slow down

the talk and action

in this town.

lets slow down

and beat the

shake around.

lets not make this awkward.

thats the last thing any of us need.

lets play nice,

make nice

and just move on.

dawn erases

memory

leaving only

the present in

its place.

Guidelines

Don't be too sentimental.

Get to the point of what you are trying to say in the fewest
words possible.

Remember, sometimes it it necessary to use more words
than you normally would.

There is beauty even in the everyday occurrences of our lives.

Laugh as often as possible.

Never forget to let your words be as reflective of the encompassing
experience known as life.

Don't be afraid to mine heartache and disappointment for fodder
but don't seek to dwell in them more than necessary.

Less is more but more is always more.

Write.

2 LAWS

Let love and kindness be the whole of the laws of man on earth

Nesting Doll

like a doll

nesting into

another

and

another,

buried deeper

until there is no trace

of the original

intent.

nothing to see

nothing to say

just the wasted

moments of a

wasted day.

there is no armor stronger than my weaknesses.

grasp

Building memories through present actions

is the only way to live.

Why do we bother to post-pone

life for a future pursuit

when it waits with

hand extended

waiting

for us to grasp it in ours.

this talking hand

finds the truth

always.

a theory of threes

write write write

right right right

no no no

yes yes yes

so so so

hey hey hey

oh oh oh

uh uh uh

well well well

would would would

you you you

please please please

moi moi moi

let's not forget the reasons why

let's not forget the kindness that keeps us alive

let's not forget our joy even in ill health

let us bask in the embers of dawn

and live as deeply as we have always imagined ourselves to.

So long...

Has it been so long

that I've,

I've forgotten

how to

             ?

Someone To Know

Someone to love

Someone to be

Someone to hate

Someone to aspire to

Someone to change

Someone to become

Decks of Cards Shuffled Into A New Order

Whose youth are we talking about

when we talk about youth?

Find the cause,

discern the meaning.

the words form the order.

fill in the ______ .

the question is both

problem and solution.

a temporal nature.

mirrors create endless space

when facing each other

in a staring contest.

content is abundant in

quantity

though we would much

rather have quality.

failed matters become

scars, reminders of

ambitions met and

relinquished.

Klutzy

is such an awkward

ugly word.

if it were a child in school

it would be picked on

constantly by other cooler

words such as the verb

To Be.

He/She always gets around.

like the dickens

they fight.

this loose association

of meaning.

pouring out.

a stream flowing

forwards and backwards.

meaning

mean

me an

mea

me
.

The Pretenders

Let's forget about that.

Let's pretend it didn't

even though it did.

We're great at pretending.

Let's pretend it was all

words being

                     pull  ed

ap         art f  or  no

r
 ea        l re      a

 son  ot   he  r

t  han         art.

It

'll be easier

                    to deal

with.

These words.

Those actions.

The hammers striking

the paper in the typewriter.

Ghost Advisory

It is common knowledge that when ghosts kiss

there is a spectral anomaly that can be seen by

those who are not yet freed from the confines

of a physical form. This phenomena has been

documented as balls of light appearing in photo

graphs with no other discernible light source.

If there is a larger confluence of ghosts kissing

in an area there may be noticeable changes in

weather and an upsurge in lightning.

When those old bonds melted like wax down a burning candle

they cooled and made new impressions.

They were never the same flawless form

though they had the benefit of

reconstitution.

How Electrcity Powers Modern Technology

Replace the pronoun once the self

has worn out the usefulness of the

corporeal shell. Once a suitable re

placement has been found, make

sure to attach the proper cables be

tween the essence and the form.

Once this has been done you can

expect few inconveniences in run

ning your new soul-body machine.

SMILE!

baring teeth

is an aggressive pose

by the standards

of any creature

in the animal kingdom.

what are you saying

to me when you smile?

We are always finding

names for

our former

selves.

The Construction of Memory

memory assembles itself

from loose

pieces

rattling around

the old

box.

the picture always

varies

from person

to person.

From A Box Looking At The Sea

the truth
cannot
hide
from it
self.
___

your
mask
erade
at an
end.
___

there
was no
smile
at the
bottom
of your
face.
___

you
posses
a beauty
I can
not tame.
___

you r
f ace
a gard
en an
eden
form y
kiss
es / to
bee
___

when t
he be
at -ing
s tops
life find
s it's
elf at
an end.
___

purr
fec t
people
w or
ry / pro
blems
of a
1st
whirled
per son.
___

AYSO
did he
make
all stars
? or
are you
more
worried
of him
be com
ing a
child
sold
ier?
___

the
world
looks
m ore
beauti
ful at
the
beech
 (trees)
palm
living
in an
un natur
al home.
___

your
ertia
is in.
___

the
smart
among
us have
no
problem
be ing
call ed
an ass.
___

your
voice al
ways fin
ds me
at the
strange
st times.
___

coded
tongues
sing in
soliloquy.

Heartache At An End

There can be no more heartache

if no one is allowed to come in.

No more sorrow

No more worry

      about love gained

      about love lost-

      heart broken.

Restless nights alone

are all I've known.

Passion all too fleeting-

false hope has kept this

heart beating.

Better off without you.

Better off with no one.

This heart-

done with love

Musings On A Planet

there is no why

here, only now

which has not

passed but will

soon become

the past tense

of a former

present tense.

___________


Venus,

what can I

say? Expect

the unexpect

ed with wild

hearts like

you. I'd not

be surprised

if it took a snake

charmer to claim

your heart.

Well

looking up

from the bottom

of a well

its hard to

imagine

being any

closer to

hell.