Without you, it all seems impossible;
without you, the pieces don’t mean a thing.
The emptiness is colder,
the darkness is deeper,
the echoing pain is resounding
without you by my side.
Like the sand of a desolate beach,
the tides take me away
piece by insignificant piece,
eventually leaving behind
all that I deserve:
falling sands through broken hands.
_
It’s been a long detour
to somewhere else,
hopefully someplace further along.
I’d hate to have fallen back
to a place worse than before,
or worse yet, lost on my way back
to wherever I was going.
_
Your thoughts and prayers
can’t stop the bleeding;
the wounds are seething;
the poison is leading the way
with your thoughts and prayers,
answered with silence and gunshots.
‘Oh well — whatever,
nevermind,’ said the shotgun
to the dead.
_
I lost myself to the look in your eyes.
I can hear the animals talking,
but they’re not talking to me.
_
I drive down the rainy road,
driving in cars, serrated by our faults.
The slings and arrows of life,
tightening the mortal coil —
what struggles we must endure
to lead a life of new beginnings?
_
It all seems impossible to me:
we have all agreed
to accept a greed.
When helping one another
is turned into a crime,
it’s no surprise that we crucified
the Christ.
_
The beautiful, golden sunrise,
the smokey mountain tops,
the windswept plains —
sights I’ve never seen,
but I just want to go home.
The few upon the sagebrush,
the rabbits, deer, and ground squirrels
playfully roaming about —
but it’s like the hawks I wish to be
and I just want to go home.
The endless skies and limitless clouds,
the thunderous pitter-patter of rain
on a thirsty summer ground —
a flurry of smells beyond description —
but I just want to go home.
_
We lay and felt like the stars
that hung above us —
glimmering and small,
yet powerful and aged;
the wisdom of the cosmos
upon our finger tips
and swimming in our eyes.
*
We must have the strength
to stand above the crowd
and hold our own;
to throw over the tables,
the pens, the papers,
and simply be the poem.
*
Why did I try to kill myself before?
I wanted to destroy something beautiful.
*
I hope to blow across you memories
like a cool summer breeze.
*
Fairness is not doing the same thing to all sides;
fairness is doing what is needed to all sides.
*
My motivation
is the potential to fail:
the more flaws,
the more potential
to become something more.
*
There’s none so blind
as those who refuse to see.
*
Only children and fools
will tell the honest truth
to anyone and everyone.
*
Freud was the reptile;
Maslow, the desire;
Pavlov was the machine;
Jung, the shadow.
*
I may be demented and sad,
but I still long to be social.
Want to get some coffee?
*
A closed fist holds no water.
*
Only one is a wanderer;
two is always going somewhere.
*
If Yeshua is the only begotten son
of Elohim,
what does that make us?
*
Hands open to the sky,
shaking and waving at the clouds —
pounding upon the ceilings,
telling the gods to keep it down;
I need to get some sleep.
*
I see a better world coming,
but I want to be a part of it.
I don’t know if I can,
or worse,
will.
*
God is a Tachyon.
*
Without the past, where is the guilt?
Without the future, where is the dread?
Without guilt and dread what are we?
Free…
*
Cats
are nothing more
than mobile decorations
and most people get them for the same reason:
to impress others.
*
Shine a light
upon an unknown corner
and discover a house of knowledge
at your nose.
*
Food can wait;
inspiration cannot.
*
I have seen enough
for I see my lady;
I see my love
*
Here we stand,
tracing our futures in the dark
as the world shouts
that we’ll never last.
*
The stars are on fire,
burning away the DNA
of the Universe
*
On the bright side of being hell-bent,
but I still can’t think straight.
*
Keep your friends rich
and your enemies richer,
and wait to find out
who is really who.
*
All you have is all I need,
and what I have is your love.
I will see you soon, in time,
and I will be one with you.
*
Courage is loving
what Death can easily touch;
can easily take away
on a whim.
What a fearful thing
to love what love can tear away.
*
If you have ever loved me,
please have mercy,
for I have none for myself.
*
Hear my cry,
I am trying to move a mountain
without permission.
*
I love the way
you burn yourself all away,
leaving nothing behind.
*
Feed the wound
and get in line,
see how far
it takes you out.
*
Polls closing like caskets,
a silent play in the shadow of power.
Sitting on a carpet
in the basement of Heaven.
Why can I still feel you
when you’re not with me?
*
1:25 am
I cannot sleep
Music is playing
but I do not know
any of the songs.
It’s the end of the world
and I just don’t care.
=
It’s a real bitch
convincing people
to like you.
=
Ever notice how hard it is
to describe a good person
and how simple it is
to conceive a bad one?
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A blast of silence
erupts in my head,
dissolving
my reality.
=
Because no one changes
until the pain
of remaining the same
becomes unbearable.
=
Dreaming in all sorts of colors;
dreaming only in red.
=
Always home, yet so far away,
like a misplaced word, misspoken
time and time again;
nothing is ever said — such a waste.
=
We had been surprised into power;
surprised into leadership;
thrust into a destiny we never had;
a fate of unknown want.
=
Revolution,
is that the thunder
off in the distance?
No — it is the people
clearing their throats!
=
Shiny like a new dime
in a grimey downtown rain,
the Moon shone brightly,
like a hole punched in the night.
As lovely as the days of Summer are long.
I’m a stranger here
just like you.
We built this tragedy,
stone by stone,
back in a simpler time.
Born straight into
the sacrificial pit of life.
=
‘Give me convenience
or give me Death!’
roared the crowds.
‘As you wish,’
whispered the angels below.
=
Dogs speak Latin;
Cats speak French;
Pigs speak British English;
Ravens speak Russian;
it’s a fact.
=
The glass isn’t half-full,
or half-empty for that matter;
we just stopped paying attention
and stopped pouring in.
=
I had started alone,
towards a destination.
People kept joining,
and it became a caravan.
=
I tried to drown my demons
but they learned how to swim.
=
Arrived at Santiam.
Saw someone I knew.
Thought things would be getting brighter
being so close to the end,
but convictions,
like faith,
require no logic to insight hate.
=
I’ll defy your defiance
for it’s all lies in your alliance.
I’ll break it down, this burden,
I’ll show what it means to be human.
=
Tough guys, they show themselves to be,
watch them scatter at the rumor of your name.
The best of the best they portray,
see them squirm like roaches when you defy.
=
Kem Byt?
Who will I become
when the new day arrives?
The father I used to be,
or a newer person;
kinder, compassionate, understanding?
Will I be a better partner
to the one I love;
being or light and forgiveness,
but most of all, love?
I choose to change
into something better,
there is no question to be asked,
only actions to be taken.
=
I feel like
dancing
on every
single
raindrop.
=
All these feelings
written down on a poisoned letter;
I don’t know what it means
when I go, then I stay,
and I go and I stay,
just to go away again.
Sometimes my heart can’t stay in one place.
I have to go out and see the world
and all it has to show.
=
Alice in Chains
is not a band;
it is a mood.
=
Here we are,
strewn across
the Desert of Time.
=
Is it any wonder that I’ll reject you first?
=
We’re all just taxi cabs
travelling across the Desert of Time,
picking up passengers
and leaving others behind.
=
I am in training
to be nobody
special.
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12.2.2018
Let the twelve hour countdown begin…
Let the worst vacation end.
No one is going to believe what happened
to my ticket.
Food sucked at first
and at the end;
lodging was cold;
customer service was non-existent;
don’t even get me started
on the front desk staff.
Half a star out of one hundred.
Yes, there’s been far worse things,
but still, I expected more,
instead of the conspiracy
I wish wasn’t true.
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