Fragile: Do Not Drop

i was thinking of you

but not quite in the normal sense

(boxes)

inside each of us

is a place for quiet things

like gardens of simple learning

this is where we understand ourselves

(boxes)

 

help me now

i can't seem to breathe

help me now

i can't seem to believe

 

i was dreaming of you

but not quite asleep

(boxes)

we fill ourselves with all this imagination

line and verse brush and canvas

only to realize our love is much more vast

(boxes)

 

help me now

i can't seem to feel

help me now

i don't seem to be real

 

i am a box

when i have been filled with all the memories of loving you

where will you

hide me?

Counting the Cost of Imaginary Numbers (Seeking Love in the Eyes of Strangers)

one

one one thousand

two

two one thousand

(continue on in the back of your mind)

 

my shot has left its dent on the pendulum of time

altering the sway

just a degree or two

and now the whole world wobbles

 

three

three one thousand

four

four one thousand

 

slicing through the cosmos

on an ever expanding off-kilter path

moving closer to the edge of reality

the inevitable disaster

 

five

five one thousand

six

six one thousand

(keep counting)

 

 

DAMN!

 

she stopped me and said she must go home

it wasn’t right

everything was all wrong

as she started out the door she turned and said

 

“i love you, you know that don’t you?”

 

and walked away into the thick blanket of fog

that had crept in from the west as we were wrestling with bad intentions

 

seven

seven one thousand

eight

eight one thousand

 

i thought about running after her but what would it change?

it was wrong

we were wrong

the whole fucking world is wrong

 

so i didn’t go after her

i never told her

that i knew

i had known all along

 

some secrets are best left in the shadow of enigma

 

nine

nine one thousand

ten

ten one thousand

 

in ten seconds, your world was crushed by the mistake you could never see coming

in ten seconds, everything stopped

in ten seconds i could have told you

in ten seconds, you would have known

 

ten nine eight seven six five four three two one

 

if you could just once today

think about me

for ten seconds

or however long it takes you to read this poem

and the secret may find you

or you could keep counting down to madness

 

easy as 123

easy as abc

seeing clearly now in the pouring rain

singing my song in the darkness

and adding links to the chain

singing tunes to the toon

and getting lost in the count

Love Lost

close to remember

 

swelling images crisscross the plain paper

intersection in my injected mold mind

turning fragments of old movies

into clear pictures of chaos murdered

and i close my eyes to see you dancing in the rain

free from the torture of time

 

close to remember

 

solitary functions morph

into complex parts of statuesque sensuality

gliding along forgotten river valleys

landing in green fields of newly stolen life

and i close my eyes

to see you forming questions without words

free from the reason of rhyme

 

now close to forget

Profit of Gloom: Part 3

steal a kiss from death 

searching for meaning to life; 

found eternity?

Midnight Snack

i like this quiet time of night

when mother melody has put all those fears to bed

tucked them in for a long night’s rest

the only sound is the shuffling of my own feet

scooting across the carpet

making my way to the kitchen for a late-night snack

 

i miss you

 

the traffic keeps me company

cars full of late-night prowlers searching for redemption

or tacos

perhaps they are lost like me

wondering around thinking of you

no..... they don’t know you

must be the tacos

 

i was once redeemed by a soft shell

 

i miss you

 

then these hours melt away

morning finds me asleep at the wheel

hungry and without you

This Modern Man

i made a deal with the devil

and each day he comes to collect

i made a deal with the devil

another piece of my soul he will select

inside these walls i am to suffer

this now is my living tomb

inside these walls i am to suffer

these words spell out my living doom

 

have mercy on this weary creature

have mercy on this broken man

oh someone please, please end my burden

and send me to the promised land

 

i made a deal with the devil

and my pain is his request

i made a deal with the devil

he now takes all that is my best

 

lead weight fills my aching heart now

as i slip further into darkness

lead weight fills my aching heart

as i wait for death's blackened kiss

 

have mercy on this weary creature

have mercy on this broken man

oh someone please, please end my burden

and send me to the promised land

 

remember me as i once was

a man with love and passion filled

remember me as i once was

who modern times did surely kill

 

have mercy on this weary creature

have mercy on this broken man

oh someone please, please end my burden

and send me to the promised land

 

and put an end to this sick notion

this unholy thing called modern man

and send us to the promised land

and send us to the promised land

And Maybe: Part 2

i sit on this rooftop

in the city in which i dwell

a city that is not my own

watching as a lazy sun slips away

it brings the shadows of a nighttime i wish i didn't own

perhaps if i close my eyes

time will somehow let me return to the hazy humid sunsets of years gone by

perhaps…

 

perhaps if i close my eyes hard enough

i will remember who i am