Wednesday, February 16, 2011

for lucy

your love is like time
outlasting all men's lifespans
weep not for their loss

Sunday, February 6, 2011


A knowing smile
Butterflies fill my stomach
Comfort in your arms


Can you add color
Inside this vacant canvas
I want to be whole


Nourish a soul's wants
Cultivate the lust of Man
Life unattended

What Now

My first feet ran slow
My first hands fumbled often
My first heart was free

What Now

My first feet ran slow
My first hands fumbled often
My first heart was free


Do you have the time?
Take a free ride on my thoughts
No refunds today

Shackled Dreams

Release your hold now
I am maddening between
Those two worlds of life

our friends who harbor dark gods

a common affection for an all-too-common infection

an infliction of a rather subtle inundation of sentiment

a bargain brokered to an unknown recipient

from a vow ages past

by voices long forgotten by the passing of time

their only banners fly unwavering behind the eyes of the proud and slung on the backs of cowards

they ask all too little to eat

never beg for attention

only room to grow

and time to cultivate

they need not power to overcome

for they were invited

they need not permission

for that was abdicated long before they arrived

in their flaunted hubris they have thought to have found immortality

spuriously perceiving that fiction as tantamount to victory

all along their newly found empire will be razed by the self-same arms used to occupy

Mere Words

p.s. be full of care or what is borne on them

could be friends who harbor dark gods

I'm at the height of my own self destruction

My powers rivaled by the words you so spoke so rashly an hour ago

My life was in your hands

My very way of life yours to lead

We had dreams

I had hopes

You had other ideas

Attempt to speak

Attempt to become

Choose invisible words

Love invisible people