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Looking Beyond ForeverWhere does it lead?
The road past the rolling hills
The flowers and the sun
The clouds moving on beckoning us.
Wide is this path
A single way falling into the horizon,
A lonely journey
I long to walk this path
To run towards the end but never reach it.
The wind invites you to come with it along this road.
People Relax in the SummerThe patina of summer
Overlaying the Earth
The people and the cities
Mask the movement at our feet.
The birds in the sky- the animals below
All flowing like water around us
Changing while we sleep.
The ocean tides-
Grasping at the moon,
Dancing with the trees,
Aging over time,
Our time here-
Drawing to an end.
Nothing is ceasing
Despite our still minds
Our patina of summer.
Summer's Phantasm SongListen
In the breeze the crickets
The fairies light their lanterns
And the soft glow of night
Or our collective imaginations- radiates
God's ArtRhapsody of the universe
The song and art of everything.
And a pen stroke
A brush line
A single note
Our place in that,
And were too small to see
The entire canvas.
The Best RelationshipOurs is
A love unfitted,
But full and strong.
Since it is while we sit in our own rooms
On the opposite sides of the world
Not knowing we exist.
We imagine our life together so sweet,
Who are we to have reality ruin it all?
A Narrow RoadLong walks
Down a narrow road
With my past at my heels
My future out of reach
The present always catching up.
OursWe come together, and we fade away.
We are always here, but we cannot stay.
It is what we love, it is what we are.
The destiny of everyone, but ours alone
Is what matters to today.
The SunThe sun is shining on the sidewalk
On Tuesday, after school, after war
After a child is born, and a man dies.
The wind that blows in the cold brings in the new warmth.
The rain gives life as it helps destroy.
The universe that begins becomes to an end.
The same sun that shines on the sidewalk shines on our skin
On the soldier and the killer,
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fall
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
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