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

The Death of A Life Form

love is a living thing

it breathes, moves, stumbles and falls

love needs, hungers and crawls

love is a living thing

and you committed murder

 

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

we commit this love

to the everlasting wasteland known as regret

nevermore to cling desperately to your heart or mine

just alone in a shallow grave

marked only by a faint memory of what could have been

 

at the trial

you sit there certain of your innocence

confident in your power of persuasion

but the ghost of love walks this courtroom

seeking not your condemnation

nor your acquittal

love only wants you to remember

love is a living thing

and you committed murder

I Prometheus

keep my confession 

i won’t need it where i am to be judged 

within the kingdom of depravity 

i will stand accused 

of the grandest of larcenies 

i mastered the secrets of perversion 

and offered them to the world 

i invoked my own flesh for consumption 

and reveled in the glory of being a god

Oh, How the Fates Have Fallen?

as he opens the door to this room of debauchery 

a chill runs the length of his existence 

perhaps this will be his last battle? 

his grip around the leather bound book tightens 

while his other hand reminds him of the pistol 

tucked in his belt 

weepy eyed souls frightened by his presence 

cry out for redemption 

but no, oh no he makes this journey not for 

the lost souls of stragglers 

hardened lovers of the lust glare at him

with defiance and indignation 

but no, oh no he is not here to cast stones 

to bring theses sinners to the justice of the throne 

he seeks the one 

he seeks the empty promise that abandoned him 

he seeks the traitor who threw him to the dogs 

he seeks the architect of his waterloo 

no longer guided by the righteousness of his soul 

the hand of revenge now outweighs the hand of virtue 

will grace save him, after the fall? 

the clinging odor of doubt surrounds him now 

his mind aglow with faint memories of words unspoken 

trying to remember lines of scripture tossed into the fire of time 

the room now spins as the moment of justice nears 

a low dirge rolls out of mouth working its way to his feet 

a funeral song of regret he now sings with shaken courage 

never would he have imagined it, this moment frozen 

death has been invoked from the shadows 

nothing will escape this room of despair 

he reveals the one 

the one who walks in betrayal 

the one who spins the web of deceit 

the one who kneels at the alter of vanity 

himself

The Lost Valentine

to all the things i have not become

ah, to reflect upon ones life 

a miracle to some 

to others nothing more than a challenge to find purpose 

to all that i have not become

i lay at your feet and wonder 

lecherous thief 

emotional pauper 

drunken malcontent 

unclean villain 

a wretched harvester of pain woe and sorrow 

yes, to reflect upon a lifetime

and to all that i have not become i owe to you and your angelic grace

September's Bounty

she left for the coast 

on the last day of september 

the new lines of freedom 

rolled along like freeway markings 

and she was certain 

all those thoughts 

were left behind 

through the hills and valleys 

of other peoples broken dreams 

she caught a glimpse 

of what she was missing 

unaware 

the highwayman in her mirror carried a bounty 

and he would not be denied

Singing In The Rain?

little slivers of golden promises 

chase rain down the street 

flooded and swollen with certain 

images which cannot be shown 

to just any set of on looking eyes 

you did say 

"cry me a river"

THE CLIMATE OF MY LOVE

winds in my mind blowing from somewhere south

warm winds indeed

clashing with the cool serenity of those northern lands

and i am caught in this pattern

going in and out of sane

a super cell of rage caught in an atmospheric river of depression

no forecast today

our emotional meteorologist waved the white flag two days ago

no forecast today

the radar went down during the morning bombardment

convective available potential energy swirls about 

joules per kilogram indeed

this emotional soup is about to boil over onto the hot stove of destiny

and i am without shelter from my own storm

watches and warnings

nowcasting from within the eye of devastation 

no forecast today

i am the oncoming storm, the descending madness about to touchdown 

no forecasting today

an f5 of wrath cruising the alley of disappointment and regret

HIDEAWAY

persecution isn't a street in my world

it's an expressway going one way

after myself in full pursuit

hell bent for a conviction of sorrow

...then a pineapple rolls my way...mamma mia

imma gonna...

this destiny isn't about wins and losses

about time

about finding out

about fucking nothing or everything

about getting the sleep you dreamt about when you were awake