The Clouds are the Mountains Above Us

Cold Tears, Warm Blood

If there is no fire
there are no ashes

If you want a revolution
light the fire
in your heart!

The city sleeps restlessly as I drive
through empty roads
across meandering miles. 
The fading night bites my skin
as I race for home
to beat the morning.

False Apparition 

Black Mass in the White Chapel

Small Town Morning

The bell tolls early
from the town square.
Standing outside
in the coolness
of morning
there is a cock
crowing from 
the neighbors house.
I breath in 
and let the air
of my ancestors
fill me. 
Soon everyone
will be awake
and the heat
of day will be
upon us all.

How strong is a stone
Water carves canyons in Earth
Accept the finite

Don't Live Forever

Die young.
Die old.
Die middle-aged.
You WILL die.
No amount of exercise
Or diet will save you.
Accept the inevitable.
Car crash,
Heart disease,
Cancer,
Shooting,
Stabbing,
The how doesn't matter.
Facts do not need consent.
Now.
NOW NOW NOW
Now is what matters
As yesterdays
Trail behind you
Like a tail growing
Without end.
Withered and spent,
Old and gray,
Young and vivacious
With a bold future ahead,
Neither matters.
One fact is certain.
Consciousness will cease,
Heart will no longer beat,
Lungs will exhale
A final tired breath.
Make your choices
And abide by them.
These words
Were written by
A living man
Who will one day
Cease to be,
Who may have been
Dead and buried
For many, many years.
It is coming
For me,
For you.
Do not fear.
Do you remember the world
before your birth?
Close your eyes tonight
and trust in uncertainty.

Moral Deadbeats

Are you someone I used to be?

Am I someone you used to know?

Question for a Philosopher

Can it be said that I am writing quickly
when in fact all I am doing
is typing 
and watching words appear
on a screen?

The withering of a flower 
is as natural as its blooming.

Elemental Kisses

If I were the wind
You would be the sea
Our kisses
Would make the waves
Lapping the shore
And the world 
Would know
How much
I love you.

On Love

It is not enough

for me to promise

you the world.

The Question

There is rhythm in your tongue
but I did not place it there.
I watch your lips in rapt attention
as if they were actors in a film.

I ask you

What language would you speak
if you wished to be forgotten?
You think for a moment
as your lips tremble.
Your eyes blink
and you have gone
so far away.

Midnight Choir

The city heats up my bones.
I sweat as I move through the night.
From the sidewalk I hear singing
through branches and leaves.
I walk towards the source
And find a choir singing beneath
lamp lit branches of a tree.
Listen. I listen, listen, listen,
until I become lost. 

I only feel good when you use me. 

Dripping with the heat of you.

No one deserved to have you
so why am I surprised you're gone?

Put your mouth on my mind
to shut me up again. 

My One Bit of Advice For My Infant Niece to Remember Me By

Never lose sight

of the good in yourself

or in others.

Didactic tomes of intent

All the lives I've led in my heart.

Fresh cut grass

          It's scent invades

my memory

Let's make the same mistakes again
To see if they hurt just as much. 

Moving forward together 
into the light of a new life. 

Pagan Sun

Let me press my lips against your hips

before the sunrise

waking to the sound of cries

sleep now little one