Wind and Sand

Cast the words from your mouth
I've got nothing to say
I've heard what you meant
Cast a wall of steel and concrete
Division and separation
This is what you want
All promises are wind and sand
Don't say anything more
I've heard it
I've heard it
I've heard it before
And the past hasn't changed
And neither have you

We wish to protect the innocent
as long as we can because this life
will do everything it can to take it away.
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Cream Scene Boogie Machine

Calling life by name
What words escape your lips
Or will they remain
caught on your tongue?

Sparrow couldn't get you to listen
so Sparrow kept speaking as much
as he could in the vain hopes that
maybe something would stir with in
you to help bring about understanding
This was not to be unfortunately

1.) Mother (Where were You When I Saw Jesus?)

2.) Hypocrisy is Human Nature.


3.) We can't be alone when we're together
      Telling ourselves this
      Truth or misconception

A person should only ever
Be given as much respect
As they have shown to others.

Scattered Thoughts All Gathered Together (evening - 6/4/16)

Interpretations of Reality

Create the world you wish through selective perception

Change and Realignment

Consciousness moving through an eternal present of possibility

Beauty as a sign of temporary attraction

What is everlasting?

The Business of Life & Loss

How to Move On Without Ever Letting Go

How quickly we move from disappointment to acceptance.

These late nights move through us
as we move through them

Memories of distant possibilities are nothing more
than snow melting in the noon time sun.

Better to let some memories gather dust.

we were done and
that was it
and that was that

My back is nothing more than
bone and flesh
and can be broken
far more easily
than I care to admit

What is fit to be buried and what
is fit to be kept?

Desire and Reason rarely have anything in common.

I need some silence to balance out all the noise in my life.

No reason to be awake
yet you cannot fall asleep
so you stay up until
the night takes you

One must look past mere physical beauty to find substance

Enraptured by her beauty
I became a slave to an ideal
that no one else could
ever hope to match

Can we ever find the beach that has no end?

When all you want to do is talk
and the night is late
and the glass is empty
but everyone else is gone
or asleep
so you sit alone
and hope the words
will find you

I would have loved you if
you ever gave me the chance

Only the dead are free.

Like the silence that stretches across the desert at midnight.

The restlessness of the soul.

Let the page feed your spirit.

We let each other go as gently
as a breathe being exhaled.

Broken Teeth and Bloody Tongues

The Overlap of Dreams

Sueno pero recuerdo
lo que tuve recordar

Shadows that exist only at night.

There was never anything to hold onto
but we clung to another
as though nothing could tear us apart

My broken bones
cannot be reset
I grow together
fractured and imperfect

The illusion of choice
The choice of illusion

These lonely nights of worry
Where are you right now
Don't worry
I'm just here trying to breathe

Why must I believe in anything
when there are no ideas
worth my time?

bridging a gap

How wonderful would it be

to be admired for words written

in solitude and contemplation?

It would be a beautiful thing.

You might ask yourself,

'why doesn't everyone do this?'

and find yourself wondering

if, perhaps, everyone does.

Have you seen the snake

slithering on the ground, away

from you, meaning you no harm,

but yet, you were fearful?

Decades of dust

ancient sediment

define the strata

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He lost his tongue

cannot speak
writes everything down

He never learned to sign.

5 Lines

I.

a pantheon of useless gods

II.

a century of cadavers looking for their ghosts

III.

god didn't fail, you did.

IV.

Soul Contraption

V.

It's hot in Hell.

IV

I

an amnesiac haze clouds morning thoughts

the same way a gray marine layer shrouds

the beach before burning off by mid-afternoon.

Past and Future become rearranged into 

a manner that refutes present ideas on

the nature of time. 

II

100 miles

A thousand paths

Each step a journey 

Roads without end

A circular path 

III

The mind wakes slower then the body

at morning. 

IV

Vacant Sea

A Pair of Unrelated Thoughts

Is it true what they've said?

Is it worse than I've thought?

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I'll dream this winter away
nestled beneath covers
remembering distant touches
that made cheeks red
we wander downstream
wishing winter away
winter go
winter go
winter go
for now
for now
for now