its only just a memory
but can it serve you well,
cold and sweet, dear: heartbeat,
swell

can you remember me?

as bleak as the harvest well,
walled up - wall it up...

had enough?

tie tight to the scarecrow-
dear widow,
sit
in the middle,

overthrow,

protector, protect her...
right, by the window

...had to go

turn in your faith
resembled a place
you mark with a hidden smile
behind all, what you can call - your name
call your face,
all the while

astute in the angles of delivery
crowded over the sound
taken into and abide by the account
about our bodies
underground

reach to my hand,
i live even if i cannot breathe
lungs compressed,
wrapped in weeds

cough suppressed,
it pleases me

tell me it's you
oh, its you

colors: purple, black and specks of blue
the shape- who cares?
that
you're fingers of the tree; the root

i do.

tell me it's you

it's you

if there's only one,
recollect and suspect

oh, skeleton key, faint memory
metal and neat, dear: complete,

find it in you to find it in me

i've missed you

Smile

thank you for listening to me, for i am deaf

thank you for seeing me, for i am blind

thank you for holding my hand, for i have no fingers

thank you for loving me, for i have no heart

thank you, for doing the things you will always do,

even when i cannot

and knowing that we can

even though, there is no possible way

to untie

every string

tied in knots

because life finds its way into the dead

a sound will fill the silence

even when that is all that's left,

in a place where nothing can be said

a bird with a broken wing

a horse with a broken leg

wounds will heal them

and they will both find a place in the end

and this home, is our home

together we will make it stand

without blood, bone

nor sand

the river, where no stone can block

as water passes, under, over, and around the rock

the fire that will char the earth

will also warm the basement, the den, the hearth

the best is ours

where we make due at the end of the hour

where mannequins will keep us company

that remind us they are just like me.

Life

if all *life- - would wait
out of view in *depth, dimension
out of *turn

in *terms,

*accepted

say to me you'd wait

til the day is tomorrow

when the signs *re-ply - (resign, and say)

"ok, continue..."

is this what we've brought it to

in the place where we pull ourselves

inside out,

and beyond

what we've

been through

all the way to a place that isn't found

and

defined

by our eyes

this is how

we share our lives

present today,

come together

stand beside

compromise

this spec of dirt, oil found beneath the soil

it is tilled and wrought

muscles torn in turmoil

beg that burden begets the strength

of the last tenth of misery

sharpens your will

to pull from the trench(es)

(of) that past-tense

sink your teeth into the savory

(and through them speak apology)

compromise

stand be-side

come together

today

this is how

we share our lives

Fail

this stone

may it bleed a whisper

to say that it is alive

solid in and still

even shattered in pieces, it can never die

but no one to care

this board

may it tilt and dance in the wind

skipping the beat

giving in,

split and repeat

(may you) forgive her

but no one's there

a boat, capsized, survivor

swimming to the surface

on the shore, there is nevermore

a place of no existence

where children cannot be bore

but no one to listen

dreams live in the daylight

twilight drives the dust

and they swirl together

but everyone's had enough

a tiny ribbon in a man that made a difference

see how he doesn't make it

but no one's looking, no more

they'll read it over again, and the fire will burn sweet

turning thoughtful stacks into ashes

in a flash

swept to forget

how incomplete

no ones left to remember...

all these things as they change

not now, not ever the same

but just not yet

we've never been this way, never had this way

haven't seen this light or darkness or unimaginable thing that is indiscernible from what is wrong or true

alone,

we walk with you

no revival to enforce the way, as this hasn't been the way before

no words to say as they can't be said, haven't been said before.

but we make due

Push/Pull

if you try and pull a door open and it doesn't open..
why not try and push it open?

if things aren't working out and you can't work things out
why don't you just walk around

step away

do you know where do you stand?

are you sifting in the silt, carrying flowers beyond wilt,
at the end of your wit, where splintered wood is what makes it that broken home, your home, into what you've thought, what you bought, and what you've built

break it down
take it down

let it sink into the sand

because things take time and those grains of days and nights, are just like grains of rice, in your hand

are they even?

(and if they are) although they may suffocate

it was once what you fair

but death allows for rebirth, allows for re-make

but allowances can only bear

what you're allowed,

maybe for what you've lost,

maybe you can never retake

maybe you never had them, maybe you made a mistake

those sins never redeemed, or those repairs needed on those tattered seams when all you should do is find something else to wear

because the light that people shine, when their ideas burn bright produces far too much glare

its remarkably simple, how to turn truth on a spindle, where it applies to both sides

and both eyes can't see eye to eye

close them and then you will see that thoughts and emotions don't follow the laws of physics

that either, or, doesn't matter, because there is no matter (or doesn't, this isn't happening, it has to be this way...)

something or nothing, pushing and pulling, falling and ascending,

bonds aren't held with glue, nails, or rivets

in hopes, in your soul, and in dreams- there is no weight, and there is no space

there is no eye for an eye, no tooth for a tooth, there is no equal and no opposite reaction for actions

there is no road to travel that can measure in a mile,

to get to

where you are after

with a smile, (i mean, you must have seen this before)

maybe it's been a while, but,

(either way,) it all doesn't matter

Which

whose life will it be

have you held moments of clarity

as they are particles

articles, devoid of consistency

context and contours

can be made by the persistence we pass up

unto the shadows that leave

rumors of the glass tube,

in the deserted dust

a broken bulb should be hint,

enough.

into the street, and down the forgetful rows

blinded by metal stirrups

those legs, wide open

much more than a hiccup

far less than a rose

its the haze that favors tranquility

captivated by unsynchronized bouts at discovery

the truth

an end all

but theres no return

no rerun for the masses

the church to believe in,

only burns

tell those women to pack up

back to the men

that would forgive them both for living

and both for dying

to live a life in terror of choice

to say nothing, with a voice

are both

never simple.

Grandmother

my grandmother says:

if it was meant to be, then it is meant to be

nothing i do or say can change (it)

and that i'm hopeless against (it)

eternally damned to be complete (ed)

(as concrete as i am) there is no armor against you

no wall or barricade

no façade or tidal wave

to destroy, conceal or wash away

the truth

as things work out and don't work,

you are (searching) for me

and i am (searching) for you

yeah, actions-

speak louder

than words

and i am cursed where i (stand and )

can't stand but help and notice

the way

you move

unheard -

its silent to pull me

at as speed as instant

and infinite

as gravity

cause light speaks sight,

as the words, i may, i might

and goddamn it is what it is

or tomorrows another day, it could be

but my grandmamma

says

patience...

...

it is

it will

it shall be

right now, it is a pure informality

love and happiness

my greatest enemy

things are shaping up

i'm caving in

as cold as ice

i'm shaving thin

wake me up

break me up

no matter what

(we will lose and we will win)

i close the door

that you'll just walk around,

let yourself in

Soulmate

Dear Soulmate,

I understand that you might not have enough time to read this since you must be busy challenging the world with a smile while holding hands with the fingerless, and having lighthearted conversations to the deaf about music. I wanted to leave this, even though I know that you would hear me anyways.

While you are caressing the thought of traveling to some distant location where you may happen upon the misadventure of beauty, I too hope that I may resemble it enough for you to remember and recognize me. Until then, may we make the time to have our perceptions become keen enough to see through the light.

Upon a dark path a flower grows and I know that I too will find you there. Find me there as well. Know that I would have always been searching for you. As it has always been I merely catch a glimpse of you in passing of passer-bys. I find you in the shoulders, feet, and elbows, in the hands before the eyes, and in the echo of a striding stranger before I recognize that I am still searching. In my youth it took much longer.

We may only be from a time yet to begin in this life and for that I ask, myself and you, do not change, do not remove us from this task. Remember that until that time I am still missing from you, and you are missing from me. Your heart may have been broken, your will indisposed, your last wish granted and the vile may have torn away your clothes, but do not conceal the love that is your soul.

I am the hand on your back on a crowded city street; just as lost as you. Even though, may I be the man that you imagine. I search within myself and find happiness, long before this life, but never before you.

As you write the same words and leave them for me, know that I have opened my heart beyond what it has been and may you find that light from whatever distance you are.

My star,

Me.

Ruby Red

she's "truly" (your's truly)
a ruby red sequin in a drop of blood
another pigment of the~dye~among the rough
diamonds last forever but does love
eternal vows become weathered
when you can't make enough

this is the ring of fire (water)
burns with flames (knots) that perspire
into this room that lives through the wire
marble stone against metal rail
that weaves through the pillars, and those that try to keep their heads still

still

this is the spiral
touch it now, hold it now,

wait...

it never fails

this energy....there's a sudden sensory, that makes sense to be
that everything is possible like it was meant

be in the concussions that we deliver in each other's arms
be in the absurd bewilderment that makes us so drawn
be the effort of the illusion
be that we are more than what we are made to

be

just another red ruby sequin
on a blood filled sea

can't you tell the difference, even though the color is the same
like water melting from ice
down the sink
down the drain

can you feel it slipping
because you can't understand its path
over the ridges and ripples of your fingers
what you thought was a grasp

may that drop of water turn into rain
that makes muddy pools out of the droughted plain

when it travels through the kitchen and
down into the sewers and
past the school filled with children
may it be cleansed like it was!

invisible as it once was!
so it can again,

join life with the living.

like butterfly wings

like seesaws

swinging

water, air and earth how badly do they need you so
and fire i wish you could just stay away
from burning both ends of the rope

but even if, even if
the sheep's is in the meadow, the cows in the corn

god, not you God, but god...

don't give up now
you've still given us, the rest of us

as blind or as meek or as weak and withered, as tyrannical or cynical
how badly bruised and injured
you can count on us to deliver

there's still hope,
Gabriel, and not the angel...
don't blow your horn.

you don't need to give earthquakes, or plagues,
death, die and decay,
another day of ignoring and withering and disease and sickness away, anymore

we're still coming home...

until then
its your work, that's my work
that must be done by you
through me.

and although there is pain and there is hurt

enough to consume

may you make death quick

when it is time for blades to turn

Eviscerator

soon

i'm

open

i'm clo

sing,

again

as soon

as i'm turning

i'm learn

ing

my friend

(to) pull me back now

but be

yond where i've been

the sun and the center

blood shining

creator

but blinding

i am, now

thee

eviscerator

fighting and incinerating

my will

beyond (my) nature

claws sharpened

and turned aching by

frowning children's web's lax

and with {this} twisted anger

i cant hold my back handed prayer hand back

to tear and swear that rare prayer of my peers, be queer

the gears, sifted, seared by my fears, shifted once sealed, lifted by my tears

dropping gifts

rotted, bored, on boards on pier

transform, not stare

beyond despair

reflection not spared, in mirr-r

through time of muddy sand

invoking what i haven't known

focus

into what i know now

this time for my claw hand

to reap what i've sown.

Untitled

there was once a man who played in puddles
talked in rhyme
talked in riddle

the only puzzle he didn't unfizzle
was when he was in downpour
among all this drizzle

in due time the rain did stop
but alas, he was drenched
from his toe to his top

in due shine the sun came out
and alas he had opened his mouth...
and he was me that i had composed

cold-pressed

walking through rows of rose
face-less,

soaking from head to toe,
wearing sheets of paper clothes...

i was once the sun,

the son,

from the father

i had come from,

become

and he was me that hides that shine inside
i was once a man from a distant time

To the years have passed

to the years have passed, with each daylight, daybreak, sun shattering life and death, passing each day

to think we've made it this far.

this far apart

i'd just like to say, you never know What
the worst of things
could do to you

or the things that you could do about it.

dont get me wrong,

im not writing like this is over,
over baked,
over the dozen, thrown in, or thrown over your shoulder

its this part i want to share. this one thing i keep so close to me, this thing that no one knows.

but to tell the truth as truthfully so... this custom turned ethic; i am so burdened with.

one person does know,
but they have sworn to infinitely keep this secret so much
and as i have sworn to keep this true.

it seems that secrets sometimes supersedes what we are trying to accomplish.

in 7 hours, i did realize that this was a gift. although things took shape into a wolf.

and like star shaped cuts, whipped on my back, it definitely did matter as much as that

...hungry wolf

but i'm not saying the name, to use it in vain - or to attest to the manifest of my shame

no, no... i do take for granted

but that is then, and remember
i'm telling you how

not to remember, is worse than to forget
for that festers, that secret that supersedes...

but for everything that reminds me
it reminds me, of the me that is the sunshine on your back
that is the heart in hand
fool

to think that i could ever forget,
me

how you made me make myself steal
every piece until it was all set aside for you
and how that made me feel
because lie was living the truth

and it pushed me so, over every place i could go
over the mountain, carried through undertow
to get to you

and to think, i can't even thank you

In Passing

How can someone make you forget with a smile? The one that stops you in your tracks like the last second before an oncoming crash - the instant of grinding metal crushing its way into the space that occupies your body. With that body contains the thought that circles with worries and the devices and interpretations that help us make it to the end of the day. The quotes and phrases that stand ready like green toy soldiers – they stand ready to defend the silence that helps us stay warm and fall asleep at night.

Those eyes lock into you. Solid enough to touch your soul as soft as the rolling fog. A hand that eases the stiffness in your back and is now made as comfortable as a favorite chair. Little did you know that your arms have found their place without the constant weight of gravity or the soreness that dedicated hands take.

It is said that eyes do not lie and maybe our own deceive us. But what is that feeling that compels us beyond our bodies? It is not made through time in the places where we fill in the gaps when we wonder, “What happened?”

In there, that solemn moment - there is no one else but our eyes, as people blur by behind, by our sides and in between. Lungs compress the oxygen that once filled this space.

Those eyes may be in passing. The view into which is the essence- so plainly presented. makes no difference because by now, you’ve already changed and they have affected your life forever

There is something between us. From any distance, we are embraced in each other’s arms.

In the most grand and minute of disguises – we’ve seen each other.

He-Him She-her
welcome, come in it's warm
mutilate decapitate
grow thin begin
inhale in verse
go skin running
ask a mass
true things it clings
a driver inside her
go away stay
stay far we are
go stars memoirs
if i know where i was going... i'm sowing
oh no so
it's dark embark
exhale ever
smoke trickles from my fingertips.. so soft
this is my second eleven, eleven, eleven
go ahead she said
let him let her
come in she sings
it's final it's right
go sin ending
come back relax
and ask sharp tacks
i'll answer i'll ask
it's fine okay
you're worth it's dirt
the time a mine
i know a rut
it's time a line
lets go. a blow.

Arrow

in the morning wake

she wiped her eyes

the haze that consumed: (door's closed, someone's home) denied

she walked up those icy stairs

to a place where no one would've cared to look after

the windows closed, *they* howl of winded disaster

the metal spoke as heaven opened

how cold is your hand on the rail

with hail, mary was an archer - but without her aim she had failed

dear mother sing the song that you could follow

a place that would bring the breach to the shallow

with it comes in the speak of tomorrow

lingering *shall* give the quiver to the sorrowed

the secret suddenly releases upon blunted words

once so frail-unopened the tiny red ribbon disturbed

the toil that we till, until the mouth is filled full of the flowers that we grew,

truth they've said to never say again,

broken arrow,

subdued

the flicker of the match, the light of the haste

she wounded that throat- thread wrapped 'round ever so tightly

that a fool could never step through the net

a barrier that run ground of he might be

bury her, ground off, a long lost taste

he might be a mighty maybe,

may he?

mother may i sing the song that you could follow

the day the son would bring the speak of today, tomorrow

within brings the depth to the hollow

if i didn't, if i should

if i could of, if i would

if i can, if i stand

if i've been misunderstood

if i correct at all

if i reflect, collect it all

i am just like you

and i accept that you are not like me

the root that grows upon the tree

in the woods without a sound the light has found its way

blindly to me

by wind winding through each feather of birds wings

and when that beauty flew until it died

it placed me there to grow beyond impair

with or without being heard

with or without being near

don't use your eyes,

don't listen,

the weight of the fall

is always there

One way

look for me

in the morning air

would you even

find me there

in the room

when i painted blue

would you know,

i've left for you

in my heart

i've walked away

would i find you there

some way

along the distant line

check your wrist

do you have the time?

look for me

in the morning air

would you even

find me there

speak what has

encrypted me

folded

nothing to see

here we are as nevermore

long ago we were before

in the spaces

where the wind whistles through

speak untrue

as it were

we've hurt each other

we both did it for you

n.Either

make it so
so much
that you are never without me
make it so
so much
that you are always with me

make it so
that you are never with me
make it so
that you are always without me

to us
this is both
the knot
and the rope

which is stronger
it will or will it
let us go

Rifle

from the front
war has waged
eager to spill
onto the next page

many passages like atoms
colliding, and vaporizing -
creating
moments of nothing

for none to read
those blind eyes,
that do not span
that wingspan
of spanning time

saying,

"I am unfortunate
as could I be
the only one that could see

...here
right here
through the light...

through your door, I will find me."

and,

"Darkness my only friend
have I rest to die again
I've put my hands into your care
to watch things I've built
not be there"

"How little do I know
with as much as I have followed
the depths of morbid
through the depths of the shallow."

with this so much
is such
that naught
is there

in that once burning field,
turned to gray
that soldier's
clipping wing
is empty today
with a step forward
that dust will recollect

to no such memory
he has not given up yet

not the war to continue, but the man
to walk out of the burning sand

who will tell time to listen
to what time will tell
who will shape the wisdom
he doesn't know so well

he is the one that lays his down his hands
to be cut in half from where other men stand
even in the heart
where none shall pass
he has embraced that broken glass

as it is all that is now

i've started to notice a change.

in my eye - a burning field
and i've been there
to reveal

with a right to wander

always due to be

as sudden as tragedy
where, there i contested my palm

"left hand, disarm"

the toil of again

purposeless when wrought

to be the name

what it is, it is what to be,

it is, not

as each moment is skewed by perspective

step left, steady,

misery

has become

the enemy

as that choice chosen by fault

for all

that is worthless

we fall,

into what's recognizably

redeemed to be the best of us

and its enough to fire at will, fire at your enemy

if you can face one, you face them all

You

take my wrists
take my arms
but do not take my word
as my word can disarm

the way of the unknown
the feeling that shows
of what is hidden inside
the place never to go

and how the howling wind did matter
as it filled the space with noise
ripping the rope to climb
opening doors once closed

but as soon as spoken
it was shared and observed
and it changed the will of the wise
as it was brought into the world and stirred

let it be heard
and i will show you
the wind's song
as it shatters the veil

of what you once thought you could or couldn't do
but was never told to you

think for yourself,
nothing and no one else
can be so true.

Cold Pressed

listen
you were in a dream of mine

and we fell in love

are you listening to me
we fell in love

it all
fell apart
as we, woke up

listen
you were in this dream of mine
and we're in love

together from the start
doing anything and everything
that we're thinking of

listen to me
listen
it slipped away
as comes the day

my breath was caught in the last kiss
that was left in the fading memory
written across your face

in that dream
that dream
you came to me

only for me to
wake

where the sun
took you away

listen to me
listen
sleep away

call sick to the things that make you

go any other way

stay with me
stay in bed today.

swept

for those discernable factors
that create tangible matter
into what is held
beyond tear and laughter

sing
and i've swept away
those unreconcileable things
relics from years before-not anymore,
...they found their way into being

sweat and wept
forms the word: swept
upon my brow, as it has beaded
the source has dried;
tirelessly depleted

and i've climbed up
a coin-fed well
to a place where my true
wish is

come to rest,
the length of a lie
the truth
is ever
so viscous

and fold
and fold
and fold
as it may

there may ever be
so many sides
that this
unrecognizable piece
maybe the part
missing from your life

echelon

time does change everything
as clothes change every day with the man
the man changes himself in many ways
this man is as many as he can

for the things that he touches
he wishes for himself to come closer
to understanding the monumental
and possibly seeking

...seeking?

forgiveness.

closure.

life has exposed every crack in the cradle
how foolish it is, are those little things,

existing to govern themselves with...
and what lies...what lies...those lies
in the wake

but nonetheless, still persistent to a honest earning
for the chances that he takes

to most that do not know...

his opened mouth to swallow

the soft repetitious reports

that this,
is still ticking on,

the cold and less of comfort

success has pulled his collar high
but makes no regard to the breadth

the one that he holds close
is the one he cannot forget

time does change everything
as clothes change to this man
from jean, to slack, to suit,
he has done the very best to change himself
the very best that he can

End

end my

be that much of anything

~ suffering

couldn't be

~ sides insides

of agony

answer my wound

end my

~all too soon

be that much of anything

~ suffering

worth

wasted away

~ (n)either (or) nor nothing

full of

awful

to my eyes

they look past

end my hour

it rips past

(~all too soon)

the wound

Walk

i am the mother that tends the stillborn child
the knight that rides the ghost horse,
a gimp horse of denial

i do not stand
but i fall...
though, not through

adore,

a jar of flies
feasts upon the painted flower

a pale distance made crooked on the wall

i am the fool steeped
in the sky

but none to hear, of the talk, (of the lie), of the walk, through the eye

the chamber was empty
before the shell
made the sound

that took (me) away
from everyone
and it pulled under ground

this cavity of mine
the silver has thickened
formed into heavy lead

are my arms, my feet

(shifting) much like the gears
embedded in my bed

(she said)

the question, the answer
how long ago, has this been happening
why this much time,

sought after
to make it show
the rabbit in the snow

i am the brick that has wandered
through the dust
that it is

bludgeoned by wind
that will not shatter
haunted "hung" by those who love and live

the gift of damnation
i feel the missing rib

oh, that body of water

couldn't take away the father

anchored, and anchored

flesh of my flesh

bore the chain in the sorrow
tied to mother
there is nothing left

death of my death
breath of breathless
i live, i live, i live, i live
i live.

in nothing

there is my gift

Now

we can be thankful
for words on a page
but it is only a reference
to life and lives - lived by others

turn the page sideways, and the words disappear

but do this to a person
or if they turn themselves away
you can always observe and listen
to the what they do not show, what they do not speak

back to back

how beautiful is the silence as they might be thinking
maybe there is no thought of you

its a handshake, a breath... their pace, a moment of inner truth

it is not yours, even though you'd like to

think for yourself

even the level of one and the same,

they are not you

break away or to meet again
this, you and them

when does -if not matter

reconnect,

leave, smile,

recollect,

wither in anguish
stay, or chase after

does and doesn't applies

in a flash in the span of time
you share a gift that is present,

and not the words that they have written, thus far

so elegant, so fine

they have never met you as you are
those words could not adapt
as they could be the mistakes and forgiven

still or stirred in the past

only words they've said

and not the words

they will or won't

tomorrow

we may change our tone
tomorrow

we may share a home

but it is not now...

to question how it could be

how it is somehow

and you may miss it,

as i have missed it so

a guest?

myself, with all due respect

i will accompany

and leave you alone

but i can stand corrected, too

as this is only as far to life i've known

so let me tell you the truth

so you can know which way to go

don't listen to the words i write

or even the words i've said

lets walk away

walk together

behind, ahead or beside

between

never, a time, or forever

it is now

not to begin again

with my deepest regards,

-enemy, lover or friend.

One

upon the day that is ever long

carry us swiftly to where

as it was promised, as it is:

the minute infraction, becoming unfold

you are now more than those that could have been

being removed, the way that it should

there

this is the way

will it always, forever more

never to return, nothing to remain

from mouth to eye to ear

close in cold

sustain life's breadth as it has measured indefinite

over and over and over and over, this is retold

nothing is ever away.

rise if you must

splintered in enough

knowing we can stride the expanse

when harmed by no man

that does not have permanence

temperance: to open our hands

receive that life is limited to be limitless

always never be the same

compelled by the world's wonders

you will answer

the question we keep under

the cornfield, the floorboard,

the wheat riddled plains

one will never be, because it always remains

A Son

would he forgive me

in a place beyond heaven

a place without steps

to ascension

lesions from conformed

to a life's deformed

lessons

would he heal the wounds

that do not shackle me

give blood to this face that is blind

and still continues to see

would this man

continue to allow

me?

if am a son

would he allow me to reap what i've sown

would he allow me to feast

upon the fields that ive grown

would he lay the sun

into my blistered hands

and would he let me wash away the words

weathered

and worn

and tailored

to what

other

men

demand?

as in chaos

and in order

through the darkness

and disorder

i remain

refraining

from reveling in the light i see

calling this imagination

for the lonely...

all it could be?

Instilled a Place

there's as

a place in my chest

whereas that

place you rest

lover and lower as slower

again

always somewhere

something

where as

the light has been

along as

has the begin

which as that

will never desire,

never nor or until

to defeat as

lonely or expire

patient and

instill

as back as ever

as will

as you're keeping still

this place

is just as

you and me

and as you

never mine

that as

we have

and no time

standing as

first as

placed in line

you'll

always

be with mine

David

little david
i wish you never stuck that needle in your arm
little david
i could have stopped you from harm
little david
how could I have made you listen to me so ( I could have told you), and you would have listened to me so)
little david
why did you ever have to go

we had a home, but i was only a part of me
in the same place, because we had to be
little david, how you haunt my dreams
with your smile
little david, its been longer than a while

little david,

a heroin addict
born a victim of the farm where (shallow)/only graves are dug

inside her belly she /had/ poisoned

(when) what should have grown

/she should have known/

was warmth and love

little david
how cold it is, i miss you so
a little brother always with me
you know, i'll never let you go

you sat in that chair, in the open doorway, (waiting til i got there)
your eyes glazed, half-closed, /old clothes/ there was only your blank stare

no one was looking anyway

how could i have walked in and past
how it breaks me like that empty glass

fallen to the floor, before ever being filled

that water

that life
that you deserved

they were supposed to give

little david,

by now you found your way home

little david,

you'd be the man i'd would of liked to know (i would like to know)

live

little david

live

little david

live.

Swept

for those discernible factors

that create tangible matter

into what is held

beyond tear and laughter

sing

and sweep away

those irreconcilable things

relics from years before-not anymore,

that found their way into being

sweat and wept

forms the word: swept

upon the brow, as it has

beaded

the source has dried;

you cannot deny yourself

tirelessly depleted

and you’ve climbed up the well to a place where a true wish is

come to rest, the length of a lie

the truth is ever so vicious

and fold and fold and fold as it may

there may be

so many sides

that unrecognizable pieces

may be a part of your life

could you tell before kissing

those lips that quiver, that tremble in fear

anger, the danger is sudden

was this hidden before you got here

illusions can make deaf, mistakes of what’s left

but those are made up for eyes

you’ve said before I cannot believe them,

This is running, not something you can deny

the thread from the hem, not a concise reply

See for yourself, say

"Let me make the mistake"

take hold

"Who are you to tell me so?"

This is what you give and you take

and fold

press lips tightly

told,

as poisoned or as sweet as they may

against those lips as cold

as a shadow

against the limit and the line that we make

with smiles they become wide(r)

our mouths open in hope

we show an outside beauty
to grow

against the grins, against the know

life pulls in many ways

and so does the flow of effortless emotion

how tiring it is to lack intelligence

and bear of burden to know!

Last Tree of Ténéré
By way of the streets, alleyways, and roads
the land has given way to factories for car parts, bottles and cutlery
and alone in the multitude of cars, motorcycles, trucks and trains

a tree stands

in the midst and in the way of progression

its on the last leg of its life that has had been long over due for an extension

sundown to sundown the shade is the only thing that reaches this space
reflected light cannot even find this place
in the midst and in the way
a tree stands

the banks of the shore,
once half a mile away
have succeeded to pipes and their dreams of proper filtration

a lone acacia thats found its way without moving
(its way is to) but it sways in the wind
waiting for this to end, just to begin
again and again
over and over again

its a troubled time, where you have no time, lest to save yourself
the television, the cell phones, email, social networking,
all continuing to pour on without intermission

talking has returned to electronic text,
where no one knows each other,
and pictures worth a thousand are only pennies found on the only sidewalks that are walked by hitting next

the world was once cold long ago, when we traveled over the snow and onto the plateau
there we built a fire, came in from the cold, there is where made our homes
would our hearts be as frozen and cold, if then we knew where this would go?

we hunted for necessity, now the hunt is for pleasure
this time its not the animals, but its at the expense of another
our once sisters, and brothers are dying unfulfilled, unsatisfied as we have consumed our own
in a vast bottomless hunger

these cyclic devices, the vices
the drugs, the alcohol, the lack of better judgment
the violence, the lies of the powers that be

all hide behind this tree
in the way
of progression

love has tried to live, but now it isn't what it once was
when the branch breaks, the only thing left is to take

and snap as it did, as it was seen on the last day
where it stood, it split in twain

for a driver on his way

Queen of Spades

why can't you turn your crown over and dig?

the cases of ownership, the static binds of relationship

that you've carried with you everywhere you go, let it go

take that space and find, too

that all darkness

has a memory of light

find your aim by knowing your eyes can deceive

and show untrue

because things reflect and redirect, envelop and surround

close your eyes, close your ears, let them, let you, let it all

drown

remember how this place that we exist was even born

by the hands of father and mother,

when all the universe itself was torn

and in that moment, before all moments did ever pass

in that place where there was nothing, not a single hand, drop, or idea to grasp

long before, you had ever been mentioned, less alone, given any attention

someone, somewhere, something out there, longed, premeditated or mistaken, for you to be here

as ugly or misshapen, as misguided or complacent

you're a child of the universe

born and bred in chaos and blood

of planets colliding and exploding, of comet dust

your flesh has only grown in this life, but life has grown all along

find your voice,

find your will,

find your work and with grace

share with life's song

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Front Lawn

Last

Rock

Smile

Life

Fail

Push/Pull

Which

Grandmother

Soulmate

Ruby Red

Eviscerator

Untitled

To the years have passed

In Passing

Arrow

One way

n.Either

Rifle

You

Cold Pressed

swept

echelon

End

Walk

Now

One

A Son

Instilled a Place

David

Swept

Queen of Spades