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
SeeingClosed eyesCan see the UniverseOpened eyesCan't see a thing
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleWaits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.She wears a dress of shining so light and clearAnd in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,But this is no angel that any army can defeat.She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified soundAnd she'll tame those who torment with her stare.Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vainAnd in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sinAnd she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,Hau
I'll always be there...My friends sufferThey need helpI try and I tryBut nothing is workingI feel powerlessAnd simply uselessBut I keep tryingBecause I just can'tEverLeave them behind
MotherShe keeps magic in her pocketstied to the strings of red woolen mittensand hidden deep in tiny shells -polished like sea glassthe soft burr of color closing over her eyesas she gazes out at the dawncreeping coral and rose over the garden gatewhile the curl of fragrant tea steeps the morning into something ripe.She is a trickster and spins goldout of your bad dreamsand secrets she keeps for youhidden in a garden that only blooms at midnightwhere she tells you stories of dragonsand feeds you oranges and chocolatelaid out on lace, and china platescollected from sandmen and angelswho got caught in the rain and lost their waycoming home from the stars.She gathers your wishes in her apronand stores them in a cedar chest -wood fragrant from smoke and rainthe heady scent of lingering autumn -worn in the soft hollow over her heart,knowing their worth is more than kingdomsor legends invented by princes and seers,tracing your childhood on their fragile edges.
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
WallowWallow 8/23/06The meaning has fadedas a dream forgotten.The questions surroundand peck at me likeso many birds.The answers are just out of reach.I stretch my trembling fingerstoward a purpose.A concrete truth eludes.A cemented idea evaporates,leaving me breathless and shaking.Reality has fled.I am left with semi-images...of loss and regret -falling through a symbolic net.Confusion consumes - I've lost my place.My sense of belonging- vanished.I stumble toward a wisp of hope.Meandering on this precarious path,disillusioned and despondent.The darkness approaches,sending tendrils of despairto entangle and wrap around my cold heart.How did I get here?Where will I go, whenall the lights go out?
me, mirror, me, Betweenthere, mirror,legs, arms, two red eyeson the chest.curves like tea.the limbo between attractive, real,both,possiblely lacuna. who knows?the mirror does.you can watch time and languagego backwards in its obedient gaze,watch your hair flip to the other side.egofall. confidence rise.adolescent nudity is less about supersexand more freedom. when a crystal is there,in front of darting eyes,gazing at your identity,take it, make it something elsethan privacy in bathroom.empowerment does not consist of tiles,ratherweight. length. height.personality cubed.strange how eyes defineyour intrinsic symbolism.definition is inadequate,arbitrary, becausewhat athighgod,what aangelwaist,what ahumanuniversethis-is-i-am.hold your breath.harness comfortable dedication,drip notethanolfrom the cobbleroad that appearson your chest, faithplateua, thorax,make honey,stream wine instead.Dionysus deserves a breakfor fermenting Me.watch the ice in frontmelt to potentialake.
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.