Looking Beyond ForeverWhere does it lead?The road past the rolling hillsThe flowers and the sunThe clouds moving on beckoning us.Wide is this pathA single way falling into the horizon,A lonely journeyI long to walk this pathTo run towards the end but never reach it.The wind invites you to come with it along this road.
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onThe universe still expandsWe are but a blip
People Relax in the SummerThe patina of summerOverlaying the EarthThe people and the citiesMask the movement at our feet.The birds in the sky- the animals belowAll flowing like water around usChanging while we sleep.The ocean tides-Grasping at the moon,The air-Dancing with the trees,The sun-Aging over time,Our time here-Drawing to an end.Nothing is ceasingDespite our still mindsOur patina of summer.
Summer's Phantasm SongListenIn the breeze the cricketsThe fairies light their lanternsAnd the soft glow of nightOr our collective imaginations- radiates
The Best RelationshipOurs isA love unfitted,But full and strong.Since it is while we sit in our own roomsOn the opposite sides of the worldNot knowing we exist.We imagine our life together so sweet,Who are we to have reality ruin it all?
A Narrow RoadLong walksDown a narrow roadWith my past at my heelsMy future out of reachThe present always catching up.
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodI am not out of my wondermentMy knowledge cannot fill upLike a cup. It does not overflow.I will never grow beyond my imagination,My youth is internal, beyond my bodyBeyond my soul and beyond this world.The young ones here are forever.
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 aloneIs what matters to today.
The SunThe sun is shining on the sidewalkOn Tuesday, after school, after warAfter 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 skinOn the soldier and the killer,Everyday.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll dowhen the first fistfulof dirt hits the bottom.Maybe I’ll follow you to the grave.Or maybe I’ll prayfor a zombie apocalypse,so we can dine on eachother’s brains one more time.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the KnightWhose armor shines so bright.Give me the Knight,Whose armor is dull and broken.Whose horse is weary,Whose heart is heavy.Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,For that dragon has done nothing,And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,But wants to free the dragon,Who does not wish to marry her savior--Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,Who wants to live and to learn.For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,But to see the world and live in the light.Do not give me the evil dragon,Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.No, give me the dragon who is weary,Who longs for the freedom of the sky,Whose leg is burdened with chains,And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,Lest h
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
leavetakingi.the world is brighter wheredregs of strangers' revels remain --i keep this half-light for my own.ii.i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smokecliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lipof my waywardhello.(i know you're there before you do.)iii.your night is told inpatchouli-pulse wanders; mine,in whorls of liqueur-breath. comeclose and i'll find the warpthrough the weft, the trails telling talesin synaesthesia --Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.iv.(-- closer, find syllables strewnin an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-ful of careless farewells, spin and swayand beg you stay.)v.time enough for a kiss-and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltzto the dissonance of crystal-shatter odesto the summerlong i knew you --we were(n't) meant for more than this.vi.morning goes right through you,and breathes a thousand fortunes in-to shards of (our) stranger starfall.
We are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.I will stitch my skin togetherwith thread of moons and starsto contain the joy of livingand suppress the sadness of deathand light will shine through the seamsblinding the nonbelieverswith beams of the cosmosyou look so goodbathed in the novas and galaxies
You can't have it allbut you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a brokenfire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keysswinging from your hip with each stride.You can have the tactility of leather and the graze ofbathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower peltingbullets and when the water cuts offyou can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’swallet full of pictures of smiling children until youreturn it to find that the couple is barren.You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheetsin the sun, silhouettes but no details,never revealing anything more than a fringe of hairand frayed laces tripping over themselves.You can drop obscenities like bombs untilthey don’t mean anything anymore. You can pull out the Monopoly boardthat broke your family. You can’t put it back together,but you can pretend the thimble is your mother and the
A Somber NightA Somber Night 1/1/07The times we spent together weighheavily on my mind.Red was your flowing dresson our second date.Yellow, the tulips I gaveyou on our six month anniversary.Our life before the incident is a blur.Green was the grass we laid inas we gazed at the brilliant stars all night.What are you thinking now?Are you thinking at all?We were as one, our bodies intertwined.Remember how we would interpretthe shining ones as our imaginations wandered?I stayed up all night when you got sick.When I view the stars now...I die a little inside.Black is the color I wear.Blue is the feeling I am fighting.You were the one I wanted todrink coffee with every morning.You left without explanation.You left too soon.Orange shined down on your tousledhair at dawn - the waves remind of pain.Yellow is the sunrise we can't share anymore.I envision your last breath.Anger engulfs my eyes withtranslucent capsules.The Silver stars never lie,their light continues to shine,des
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeThe song and art of everything.And a pen strokeA brush lineA single noteOur place in that,And were too small to seeThe entire canvas.