Three Things to Never Forget

Right now

This day

This hour

This very moment

that you live and breathe

There are a thousand people

with a reason

to hate you.

Right now

This day

This hour

This very moment

that you live and breathe

There are a million people

with a reason

not to care

And right now

This day

This hour

This very moment

that you live and breathe

There is one single person

with a reason

to die for you.

New Year's Wish

This is the night

In which a world can change

When dreams can come alight

When time can stop

I have one wish for the year to come

I have no intention of it coming true

But I will wish it all the same

A life and year come anew

I wish that every night a new year will start

Just like the one before

And with it I can take my heart

and find something new in store

That the days will pass as full as years

Every moment full of truth

And to every pair of listening ears

I will herald my brimming youth

Goodnight to all who read this poem

Though the day may be morning, noon, or night

I hope that you may roam

through your life with New Years light.

Silence

What does it mean to be silent?

Is it a choice?

Is it a curse?

Is it a byproduct

a secondary characteristic

brought on by some larger thing

that seeks to consume and control

and rip and rend

and teach and tutor

until words no longer has meaning

and sound no longer has purpose.

Silence is a quite death

and I choose it

Silence is a ball and chain

and I curse it

Silence is a way of life

and I have no idea how I arrived here

And this damning poem digs my grave deeper

A moat that none may cross

A tale proclaiming wretched life

that none might wish to come near

and those who do, I reject

For I am not this broken creature I claim to be

And I do not want to be fixed

I want to fight and wrestle and love

In the sun where I long to be

And every day I spend in the shadows of silence

Drives me closer to this deadening lie

That I am wrong and broken and dead.

Silence is my choice

because I want this false person to leave

Silence is my curse

because I'll remain this way till I'm once again me

Silence is my way of life

because I will speak only truth

The Ghastly Girls Revenge.

Once upon an age gone past

There lived a lady ghast

A ghoul of ill repute

Who was thought to be rather cute

But hidden behind lace and lies

Her true self shone through disguise.

A girl more akin to the fallen

Would spend her evening calling

Wolfmen to join her for tea

Vampires to come and see

An opera of earthly delights

With tales of princesses and knights

But one night this girl of rotting soul

Encountered a boy who was whole

A creature of pure forlorn feeling

Who spent his night time stealing

Dreams of light and color

From a dreaming 'nother.

The ghastly girl decided to save

The poor 'nother from the wave

Of sweet and charming courting

So she prepared to start sorting

A way and plot for his demise

Her grand and woeful surprise

But when the wolfs tore him to a shred

And the vamps caused the rolling of his head

The ghastly girl found herself distraught

For the 'nother had a lesson to be taught

Though her dreams were stolen 'way

It was the only path for them to see the light of day.

This made the ghastly girl sad indeed

For in her malicious rage she could not read

The pairing that lived between the two

Like a nurse and a victim of the flu

They lived for one and the one the other

Him the man, and her the 'nother.

The ghastly girl still lives on to this day

But in the nightly hours she does not play

No, the vampire and wolfmen now just weep

For her self-imposed penance is quite steep

She spends her night delivering the words

That are sent between distant and longing love birds.

Pastel Pictures

The pastel pictures floated downstream with me

On a day that was faded yet sharp and clear

Blue sky, Green grass, Azure stream

and me and my drowned pastel pictures

Upon the current of the stream I floated underneath

A raven who floated on currents of air above

So unlike the pastel moments of beige anonymity

I tried to hold that inky reality in my mind

But a blink and the bird was gone

More a truth than the unblemished blue sky

Upon the caress of the water I flowed

As this black memory caressed my mind

Something that wasn't true and unchangeable

It was a stain that deserved to be preserved

The first lie or the first drink, its fond cousin

A word you said that banished this beige wash

Upon the never ending lane of pastel whispers I am pulled

A pastel picture floats by with three words in cursive.

"You wanted this"

And another with the last mocking taunt,

"Remember?"

A Life More Real.

You

My love

My lover is dead

True

My heart

My heart has fled

Where she has gone

I'll never know

Where he might be

Lost in snow

Heal

My feet

My feet are hurt

Steal

My shoes

My shoes of dirt

If I become part of the land

A crop just as green

Will you wander through the wheat

Just so you can be seen?

Talk

My friend

My friend is where?

Rock

My world

My world is fair.

Fair, this world of blue and pink

When I ask for scarlet bold

Kill and hurt and rape and lie

End this painless bloodless cold

Live inside the Endless Dark

Live inside the endless dark

Freedom flies and folly fail

This the arrow and there the mark

The space is scary and quite stark

But this place is where sorrow cannot sail

Live inside the endless dark

Lightning flash and then arc

Momentary proof of legend and tale

This the arrow and there the mark

This is no trick or ill mannered lark

Here the train comes off the rail

Live inside the endless dark

So herald all, proclaim, and hark

Deny the idiocy of chasing your tail

This the arrow and there the mark

Let these words be your last remark

As you begin into the inky vale

Live inside the endless dark

This the arrow and there the mark

A boy in a box

A boy in a box

Picture a boy in a box

No way out

No way in

Just food, water, shelter

Living conditions

And information

Every ounce

Every string

Every piece

Of the collective

knowledge of the universe

Math and science

Social, political

Economic

Geological

Historical

Anatomical

Knowledge

This boy learns everything

This boy knows everything

And spends no time wasted

On physical thoughts and worries

He knows the secrets

He knows the reasons

And despite having every thought

He never gets to experience

To a boy who has never seen the light

How can this be wrong?

A boy who exists in a perfect mental state

Of blissful mindful acuity.

Doesn't he want what we take so willing?

Why should he be forever still?

Shouldn't a boy be free and ignorant

Heedless of all greater thoughts?

Now this boy

is no longer a boy

But a machine

Just as alive

Just as conscience

But not flesh and blood

Not one of us.

Why is this suddenly acceptable?

Do gears and cogs rob a man of humanity?

Is a heart the defining feature

And not the compassion within it?

A boy in a box

is just as worthy

of life and love

as a machine

who can see this condition

that we call humanity

in the same way.

Champaign and Orange Juice

Champaign and orange juice

The morning of delight

A drink to wake the senses

and send you sailing into the day

As snow falls and presents reveal

We sit in each others company

With champaign and orange juice

On a merry Christmas day

Treasures strewn about

Strange gifts received with a chuckle

Father making morning bacon

Mother waltzing to the winter tunes

Sister reading up rules

Boyfriend pointing out the flaws

Everyone brought together

over champaign and orange juice

The taste of Christmas is simple

Champaign and orange juice

Our family, dysfunctional and drinking before noon.

Champaign and orange juice.

Ho Ho Holliday

Twas the eve of christmas eve

and all through the house

People were generally excited

and maybe a little drunk.

Everyone was making noise

and staying up late.

"Santa may have tomorrow,

but this night is for us!"

So the merriment lasted

into the wee hours.

All worries forgotten

till dawn the next day

Then with a cry, they'll exclaim

"Shit, we've got presents to wrap"

A Person is more then a Body, and Love is more then a Word.

What is a human body?

We all know the basics

The blood and bones

The skin and hair

The building blocks

But what about a look

Or a sense of humour

What of that part of us

So undetected by our eyes

Another human body

is what every body craves

But what every person wants

Is another person

Any body would do the trick

Would scratch the itch

But only a handful out there

can satisfy the needs

Of a living

breathing

loving

person

I hope that every wall can fall

That love can ride a victory lap

And reclaim what once was

Love without restrictions

The Curse

Come walk through these hallowed halls

'Neath dead trees and hungry birds

Here, this language acts as walls

A combination of deathly words

From these lines of wretched speech

I forthwith bestow upon you a curse

That will drain you of spirits like a leech

With malicious intent and yet even worse

It will gnaw and claw at your little toe

Slither and slime up your innocent thigh

From there this plague will grow and grow

Twist your innards till you beg to die

But the horrors are only in the first act

And this show has a dreadful, terrible end

This awful curse has much more tact

Then the common cold, a veritable friend

You'll lose your sight and then your touch

Your ears will falter and then your smell

You'll be screaming that this is just too much

But the terrors are bound to drag you to hell

Because then you lose your voice

And you can't even call for help

As evil things gather and rejoice

Laughing at the pitiful whelp

So you lay in total isolation

Accompanied only by crawling creatures

This is the all too perfect damnation

This is the curse's prominent features

So save the words well

Seek the perfect day

The perfect person to sell

Their precious soul away

Chase Today

We seem to exist in eternity

When the only time worth mentioning

is tomorrow and not right now

Where tiny sorrows fall like raindrops

Touching all the chimney tops

and flooding our apartments

that once held the happiness

that now we strive to discover.

When did sorrow turn to commonplace

This trick of everyday reality

This belief that tomorrow is the day

when all our demons go away

When sun can shine

and birds can chirp

and anything can happen.

That tomorrow isn't days away

like all those words you tried to say

It's hidden in your tapping feet

that ones that walk

when all you want to do is run.

Its in your mouth

when you look down hallways

and find a single person

tossing their hair

looking like your next best friend

But you don't say a single sound

You wait for fortune to take its turn

You wait for reasons to be heard.

When really they all live inside you

Don't use your time

like you have all eternity

because a day will dawn

when all your hopes

lay forgotten in yesterday.

Just do something

anything

to find that desperate happiness

that lived around your childhood

your first soft toy

your mothers best perfume

Just do something

that you love to do

and do it again and again

And if you forget

why you do this thing

Then let it be

for a while

and find some other toy

See if that

is what gives your heart

a reason to keep beating.

And if it does

then you have found

what today is all about.

Thought vs Action

I can think about anything in this whole wide world

So can you, if you so desire to think of such things

We can sit and pontificate till our brains roll out

None of it will cause even the slightest bit of change

No amount of thought has ever altered human nature

Life will be as life has always been, regardless of your head

That is why it is your duty, nay your very privilege

To run into the streets with your axes and your pitchforks

And change the world the way the world has always changed

With definite and defiant action, streaming from your limbs

Go out and fight your demons with a baseball bat

Kill your inhibitions and your fears with real action

Thought will encourage more thought and no change

Action will encourage more action and change

What we have is too much thought and no action

To do something, anything will cause some kind of change

Once change has occurred, thought is needed

But until the calendars mark such a date

We must burn down the cities without thought

We need to blow ourselves into oblivion and back again

To finally understand that words are not enough

To change a world

Thought will always come in second

To the might of physical motion

The Tear That Did Not Fall.

I learned something I did not want to learn

And it did not change the earth

And it did not rock a nation

And it did not revolutionize a industry

And it did not cause the people to listen

And it did not cause the people to stand

And it did not cause the people to revolt

And it did not change my life

And it did not mean a thing

But I learned it all the same

And it made me shed a tear

And that tear did not fall

And did not grow into a forest

Where no elves and trolls played

And learned to make a building

And learned to make a ship

And travel cross the nation

In search of truth and glory

And did not grow along side us

And show us all our faults

And teach us to be humble

Kind, loving, and fair

No, the tear did none of these things

Because I learned that things have one use

And as hard as you try to believe

A tear cannot make you forget

So Pass the Moments of the Night

What an ephemeral wash

of simple human beings

sharing simple human experience

There is not need for high art

No need for symbolism of metaphors

Just one person telling another

How the weather sucks back home

About Canadian history and its intricacies

About who married who

The beauty of Victoria at sunset

Where you'll be in two, ten, and twenty years

How this wine is just superb

The nutcase Billy and his wild adventures

Hourly wages

Past and present events

and where you're going to spend the winter

Why do we fight

For art and reason

when truth exists in others

Life is but a drink away

A "How are you

or a "How's your day"

Such is human life.

A Lover from Afar

Upon a roof

Watching the twinkling lights

both above and below

The stars winking a loving lullaby

To you and your beloved

The city lights whispering promises

of another day to spend among their glow

A gentle night breeze

draws you and her closer under the blankets

as sleeps tiptoes to our bed

sings a sweet melody of tonight

and dances all throughout your room

The simple movements of two bodies

breathing an easy breath

together

under a cover of stars

upon a roof

in each others embrace.

While I wander the lights

lost in their gentle companionship

I write the songs that you waltz to

I find the words you need to say

I sing the song that draws you near

I may not be a lover

But oh how it fills my soul with glee

to see you and your beloved

dancing to my song

speaking to my words

listening to my sounds

and falling in love.

Reversed Romance

Could you?

Can you?

Just maybe

Pretty please?

Be my

cute little

sweet something

cross-dresser?

Me dressed

you suited

us together

both switched

I'll sit

perfect poise

You'll stand

handsome charm

No one

will know

that we

are flipped

That when

We sleep

I grunt

You sight

We'll be

in disguised

from now

to always

Me dressed

You suited

Our little

Reversed romance

Let me eat your soul

Let

me

eat

your

soul

I

just

want

a

taste

Let

me

nibble

your

heart

I

just

want

to

know

Let

me

eat

you

whole

A Fighters Heart

Stand before the tide

The endless waves of demons

Who storm the gateway to your home

Who wish for evil and only evil to rule

Raise your silver sword in defence

Of everything you hold dear

Hold your shining shield in place

To stem the dangerous flow

Swing till the dawn of next day

Swing till midnight comes again

Chop at twisted horns and gnashing teeth

Chop at grinning faces and blackened hides

You hold the gate

A glowing beacon to all you protect

A stained and bloodied being

A symbol of hope

Endless battles create endless war

and even when the last demon dies

A fight rages in your breast

and love cannot live on the battlefield

Remove the dented and sullied armour

That once proved your virtue

Discard the sword of stirling judgment

That once did good

Drop the shield of a nation protected

That nation has no need of warriors now

Walk from your home

Leave the ghosts of battle

Discover a new fight

One that hasn't been fought

A fighters heart bleeds for the war, and nothing else.

Question of Passion

I write with one hand

Curiosity

Caution

Careful

Search

Find

Stare

Wince

Why?

Removed

Reserved

Repulsed

Pulled

Dragged

Abandon

Faster

Faster

Faster

Faster

Dreams

Hopes

Possibilites

Lights

Love

Passion

Blackout

Alone

Used

Wasted

Worn

Whole

I write with one hand

My other one killed me with ecstasy

Love without reason

Feelings unacknowledged.

Across the Spanish Sea

I stood in the waves of the salty spanish sea

with three other men

One man said, with a boyish grin

"I will swim across this sea,

and see the holy land.

And you will all wish

that you were wise enough

to swim with me."

So the man swum

to Damascus

to Jerusalem

He witnessed dusty sand

old ruins

past etched into the present

A time when righteousness

was as simple as a sword

Another man said, with a hopeful smile,

"I will swim only half the distance,

and see the beautiful land of Italy.

And you will all wish,

that you were strong enough

to make the journey"

So the man swum

to Rome

to Venice

He saw rolling hills

simple farms

A land both past and present

Where the past is yesterday

and tomorrow is a gift

The last man said, with a weary look,

"I will swim into the ocean,

and see the lovely sea.

And you will wish,

you were patient enough

to enjoy the waves."

So the man swum

into the Mediterranean sea

into the warm inviting water

He saw schools of fish

vast forests of kelp and coral

A place still untouched

By right and wrong

By yesterday and tomorrow

I stood in the waves of the salty spanish sea

and after due time in the surf

I walked back to the beach

and sat upon the shore

I thought of the thousand things

the other men would see

The hundred different places

the other men would visit

In hindsight, the question seems moot

But I lay awake on the beach

Day and night

asking, "Why didn't I swim?"

Now I realize

That it was not my journey

There was no fault in me

No weakness, no idiocy, no impatience.

I stand on a hill overlooking the great canadian north

all alone

I know that this is my journey

Never to be Known

Speak to me in french

Je t'amie, mon cheri

So I can pretend we are saying the same thing

Je sais que nous ne sommes pas sur le méme chemin

Really, we have no clue

Mais je vous que vous sachiez

But we can speak a language more real

Que je suis avec vous

A dance of the souls displayed in the eyes

Toujours et toujours

Yes, I dream as well

Révans ensemble, mon ami

Prose in Poetic Fashion

Ha, this isn't actually a poem.

It's a challenge

If you read this,

Write a line as a comment

on Facebook.

It could be anything

anything at all.

Just write it down,

and maybe something will grow.

Who knows?

But you'll never know

Unless you try.

The State of Poetry

A mad obsession

trickles upon my page

flows from my mind

and puddles on my poetry.

This diluted poison

this contamination

is the all to present

fluid imagery.

What of the other states?

Are they equally profound?

Who do words flow from us

when they can also be built,

rolled like a snowball,

shattered like a glass window

forged like the finest steel

raised like a mountain

over millennium

of monstrous massive

effort.

Or what of gas

The very air we collectively breath

The most insubstantial element

Can words billow

from a willing mind?

Are poems nothing but

the sweet exhale of life?

Can words rise and drift

sweep upon the earth

hang in others hearts.

What is fluid to the power

of the earth and of the sky?

Perfect Timing

I stand

Like a beast on display

Before a thousand souls

Hungry to see mine

Flee from my body

In twisted strangled agony

I stand

and play the part

of the defeated fiend

A man who has lost

A creature facing it's end

My life on the edge

Before I hang till dead

But inside I smirk

Because when mortality

finds itself in a corner

It strikes out with desperation

So as my neck goes in the noose

As the crowd cheers and cries

I show no hint of surprise

as the hail of arrows begins.

Down goes the hangman

My gentleman accuser

A couple innocent women and children

And all illusions

of my defeated nature.

I walk

down the winding path

out of the courtyard

accompanied by my brothers

Dressed in black cloaks

Bows in hands

No hint of fear

We walk free.

But just before the gates

A fool gets an idea

A fool figures he can stand

For all the ideals shot dead today

A dagger is no match

for a few good men

with perfect timing.

The hangman's noose has no power

The audience has no applause

The gentleman's ilk has no life

The criminal crowd has no quarrel.

Taken

Take a moment

Take a couple

Take some time

Take whatever you please

Take the world

This life is meant to be taken

Held, possessed, and used

Fought for, defended, and admired

Played with, shared, and accepted

Taken

Forget modesty

Humble dreams of unobtrusive sin

Nightmares of bold heroic motions

Deny all hidden fantasies of innocence

Take your life

Hold it in your hand

Make it your own.

What is Art?

It isn't about reaching into the stars

Or finding some unknown place

It's about people

You, placed on the paper, for all to see.

No beings just come into being

Everything comes from what is around

To create art

One simply has to let themselves

Open up and pour their soul

Then see what comes out

No magic or mystery

Just expressions of self

PAINTING A FUCKING TREE!!!!

Nothing matters.

No, not the abyssal view of life

that you can throw yourself off a bridge

and nothing will change because of it.

Of course things will change!

Your family will mourn

There will be coverage in the news paper

Someone might start a charity in your name

There'll be a big deal

All because of you

No, thats not what I'm talking about

I'm talking about those people out there

Who assume that everything happens for a reason

Who guess that everyone has a plan

Everyone has a scheme

And obviously every little thing they do

Is part of some enormous plot

to subvert the world to their will

WHAT THE FUCK!

MOST PEOPLE DO NOT PLAN ANYTHING

We wander the landscape as ignorant as beasts

Unsure what our next meal will be

Let alone changing the fucking WORLD

When we talk to someone, we say whats on out mind

When we do something, its because something prompted us

TO DO WHATEVER IT WAS

Hey, look a tree.

Thats a nice tree

I think I'll paint that tree

Why am I painting that tree?

BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT

NO HIDDEN MEANING

NO SUBTLE TRAP

NO AWFUL SCHEME

I JUST FELT LIKE PAINTING A FUCKING TREE!!!!!

Past Lessons

I remember a summer night

The heat was unbearable

We all stood anxiously

Before that empty car

No questions in our heads

Just readiness

Unready to be accepted

Dreams of tomorrow

Undreamt of before

I remember a winter day

The snow drifted madly

I sat beside my mother

As I wondered to myself

What if I were to wander

Into that white horizon

and learn to become

Someone completely

Different

I remember a spring afternoon

The rain was pouring

I stood in a bus

More water then boy

I saw myself

In a glass reflection

I thought to myself

I like this

I like this dishevelled person

This is me

I remember an autumn

Everyone of them comes back

I walk from school to home

And home to school again

I can't help but think

Why?

This isn't life I'm learning

They hide us away

Until they think we can handle

This world that sounds so evil

But I was ready

From the first day

These discoveries that changed

Me and my very life

Were not found in classrooms

Were not taught by teachers

I was always an adult

I have always been old

I was never a child

I learned to be a kid

I learned to live young

No Boundaries

The borders of life are not defined.

(Stand upon an open field and stare in every direction. Picture that space being filled)

(Look at a house you've passed everyday. Imagine who would live there)

(See a blank stage. Think about a color, and bring it into being. Repeat)

There is no gate around the pristine clouds.

(Look at a window. Imagine smashing it. Now think about going through it)

(Grab someone else's phones and watch their reaction. Imagine them smashing the window)

(Think of yourself as a warrior. What could stop you?)

All caves eventually lead to the surface.

(Remember the worst time of your life. Why aren't you still there?)

(Imagine missing your bus. Now picture not caring)

(Think of swimming against the tide. Think of accepting the tide)

Even death can be explored.

(Turn off all the lights in your house, and feel your way around)

(Breaking a bone. You felt it, even though it didn't happen)

(Remember falling asleep in a car. Where were you?)

The Most Valuable Substance in the World

There is exists a substance

More rare than jewels or diamonds

More useful than genetically engineered crops

More powerful than a thermonuclear device

More seductive than a mannequin after the eighth drink.

This substance is can be morphed into anything

Can be a candle that burns forever

Can be a window frosted in winters chill

Can be a vehicle to a hundred new places

Can be a the brightest spotlight shining on you

It is hidden in some of the most subtle places

Within the cup of coffee you buy in the morning

Within the book you forgot you bought

Within the contact between two hands in a hight five

Within the sound waves of music played too loud

This glorious element has many names

Some call it happiness

Some call it satisfaction

Some call it love

Some call it contentment

I call it life

It exists

It can be anything

It is everywhere

It is life

Hopeful Alien

In the sky beyond our limited view

Exist a thousand places for life to roam

Exists a million different kind of people

Exists a billion stories to be told

Exists a trillion new expressions

Waiting

So when I wander the streets

When the stars are smiling down

I wonder

I wonder every wonder that could be

While I wander the empty streets

Empty of more then just people

Empty of possibilities

Too full of drudgery and reality

Too full of a lives already lived

All that remains on this spinning rock

Hope that remains lost among

A sky that is just out of reach

Who knows what we might find

Who knows where we could go

Perhaps we'll be the finders

Or maybe we'll be found

Just as long as we discover

That we aren't alone

I just want to know

That I am not alone

Somewhere in the world

Unbound by gravity's sentence

There are people like me

Who belong to the stars

But without the key to the universe

I'll stay upon this hostile earth

Others perfectly content with its limited land

I'll be the outsider in flawless disguise

I'll live a chromosome off from the rest

I'll exist an alien creature.

Lost in Communication

Why does the world make sense?

It doesn't does it

It doesn't does it

It doesn't does it

There, I said it three times fast

But maybe you read it slow

Does that mean your reading wrong

Or am I writing wrong?

Writing wrong

Writing wrong

Writing wrong

HA, I GOT YOU!!!

I wrote it slow

But you read it fast

I have you at my beck and call

And I'm not helping you one bit

I could write this fast

And you could read it slow

But if you read it slow

Then it wouldn't make sense

But if you read it fast

and I wrote it slow

The whole damn thing goes

Plop

So, think again, think again, think again

Question what you read

Am I writing as the angel

Or in sublime irony?

A Synthesis of Darkness and Light

If there is no beginning

How can there be an end?

If every dawn goes dark

How can day be real?

If the day is always conquered

How can we stand for light?

If light must balance dark

How can hate be purged?

If we are inherently plagued

How can heaven be?

If we live without afterlife

How can truth exist?

If there is no greater meaning

How can lies be considered wrong?

If light and dark are one

How can they fight?

If we are just temporary

How can mean more?

If meaning is beyond our grasps

How can we live for ideals?

If our world has turned bloodless

How can pure passion possibly exist?

If death is the end

How do we begin?

If birth is the beginning

How do we become born?

If light is the beginning and dark is the end

How can we live with both?

If darkness is the start and illumination is the conclusion

How can we survive either?

She has come calling

She may not be the warmest girl

Nor is she very dependable

She'll come and go as she sees fit

And stay a bit longer then welcome

She's got plenty of sides to her

Soft and fluffy

Harsh and biting

Even packed away in a corner

But she just wants to have fun

To play around

Smother everyone in affection

Perhaps a little overbearingly

She shows up at the wrong time

and fowls up our plans

Without her in our lives though

It wouldn't be the same

Snow

We like you lots.

Even on those times

When you're a bit of a bitch.

A Monument to The Hero

Gunshot,

Run

Fire,

Flee

Screams,

Sprint

Collapse,

Retreat

Devastation,

Escape

Smoke,

Leave

Cacophony,

Walk

Panorama,

Watch

Safety,

Stop

Duty,

Walk

Responsibility,

Return

Hope,

Stride

Fear,

Step

Despair,

Go

Saviour,

Arrive

I want

That is where I belong

That is where I long to be

That is where my heart belongs

That is where my longing heart awaits

Far away

Under piles of unwashed clothes and half-read books

Beside unused rooms and hardly insulated walls

In a house tucked away by a snowy cul-de-sac

On a street too remote to be home

Located in a city just right and so wrong

Lives a shabby little drawer

And in that shabby little drawer

Exists the whole world

Hidden from sight

Out of mind

Just awaiting the day

It'll be found

and everything will burst out

Bringing every possibility

To life again

Just waiting

Just hoping

That maybe

Someday

It will be opened

and every other lock

that stood in the way

will break to pieces

and every door will swing

leading to a whole new place

The place where you want to go

The place you've known all your life

But never knew how to open every lock

I want to go

I want to be there

I want everything this world has to offer

I want to find a way to reach into the stars

and pluck my own suns

so I'll never fall victim to the night

and live forever in glorious day

Knowing that tomorrow is not your enemy

It's an old friend

who just wants the best for you.

I want to be there.

I want that.

Modern Poetry

Once upon a time in a land far away

Poets spoke of the glories of the present day

About the knights who slew his foes

About the hero that ended all woes

And it was beautiful because it was true

But in our modern age, is it right for you?

What knights wander on concrete streets

What hero accomplishes impossible feats

Men of glory have faded into fables

Replaced by TV actors near dinner tables

The only real icon left to aspire to

Is the rebel who denies this hazy flu

Of life we have chosen to accept

Ruled by the idiots and the inept

The cars barrel down highways at all hours

and quickly consumes the coward who cowers

No time to second guess the day job

Just muster your courage in your hands and lob

Toss you determination to the top floor

Pray you get to see what a higher salary has in store

Once the torrent of daily life is over, drink

It eases the soul and allows the poor one to sink

Into the blurry lie of almost enlightenment

and the half thought out dream of abandonment

Just pick up and leave to start once more

In a new town, in a new place, on a new shore

If only those who dream could actually take wing

Maybe then the city would be filled with souls that sing

Giving up Pain

Pain seems to be the littlest thing

That is the most easily forgotten

That is the most easily hidden

Denying our hurt is second nature

Done without thought or concern

Just a way of living life

But our wounds can mark more

Then our imposing protective shell

It touches us to the bone

A little hurt like a blister

A cold sore or a cut

Can often be ignored

But think of how the time passes

The people who get to you

All those pressing annoyances

All from a little hurt

Can make us wonder why

The universe is feeling so vindictive

It's just a cut

It's just a scrap

It's just a little nothing

Accept pain when you feel it

So you know that it's nothing

Just pain, and nothing more

Hurts will hurt

And pain is painful

And wounds can wound

But it doesn't mean anything

Just know that you feel it

and then give it up.

You and Me

Hey

Wanna go for a walk?

I mean

It's nothing major

Just a stroll

You and Me

Just walking

Hey

Wanna go for a swim?

I mean

It's minus 20 out

Thats cool if you don't want to

I was just thinking

It might be fun

You and Me

Just swimming

Hey

Wanna climb a mountain

I mean

It make take a few weeks

But what's a coupla weeks

Between friends

Wouldn't it be cool

You and Me

Just climbing

Hey

Wanna suggest something

that we could do together

I mean

I'm throwing ideas out there

and you're just sitting there

Like seriously

You and Me

Just doing something

Hey

Why you walking out?

Going for a walk

Sweet, lets hit it up

Oh

Gotcha

Solo stroll

No biggie

You and Me

Erm...

Just me

Hey

You gonna come back

Maybe

Sometime

That would be cool

I'd really like that

A lot

Ya

You and Me

together again

Hey

You turned off your answering machine

I take it thats a bad sign

I should stop calling

Actually

I should stop talking

This is getting kinda desperate

But I'm not desperate

per se

Just looking for a little

You and Me

for once

Hey

New text

"Wanna talk?"

....

Win

"Hey"

Transformation on the Island

Upon a twice visited island

Now ripped apart in disarray

A town turned from heavens gate

to the blackest pit of hell

A wandering boy turned from innocent

to the spoiled core of a rotten fruit

A couple so pure they lit the night

turned to a pair of mourning ghosts

An island once a tropical paradise

transformed into a howling rock of loss

Named for the happiness that once flowed

that place quickly lost all illusion

A monster wanders sad and listless

A couple circle each other in vain

A village huddles together for warmth

An island that never sees a morning

But this world and this isle

has never and will never be static

For upon the faces of those once loving souls

Tears flowed like april rain upon the marked ground

And where those pearls of lost love landed

Shards of exquisite crystal grew

They were love in its purest form

Glowing and growing to fight endless night

Those tears of love gone cold

were not the only ones shed upon the island

A beast wandered opposite those lovers

For he could not face them

Even a murderer feels the knife

Even a beast can feel regret

The tears that matted his fur

boiled hotter then pain each victim felt

What came to life from his mourning

as trees of steel and iron

Each one a promise etched into the landscape

A resolve that took root in the very land

And as the wronger and wronged circled the land

They both found hope ahead of them

The lovers found strength in metal leaves

In death they were still alive together

The monster found love in gentle light

A love that did not question his wild ways

So the island changed from paradise to fairytale

With a tragic twist for illustration

The town starved upon the shore

For love and promises cannot feed a family

They fled to sea for their fortunes sake

and left behind a paradise turned rotten

But the island still grew stranger and stranger

for the inhabitants could not leave

Bound together by webs of hate and lust

Yet still in love with hope and dreams

Once upon a twice visited island

All reason sailed away

Sunset Village on the Island

Upon a twice visited island

Lived a happy couple

and a town filled with happy people

and an island filled with happy plants

And every day

Joy would flow like wine

Content was a way of life

Happiness was undeniable

So the couple,

a songbird and a singer

graced the island with a title

The isle of Happiness

They spread their good grace

From this corner to that

White lilies burst from the ground

A ocean breeze filled the air

Except for one corner

That blemished this good cheer

It was a strange and dark grove

With mist that bleed from it

So the couple

With good grace and naivety

Sent songs spiralling into that place

and left it to spring into tropical joy

But the beast that they awoke

Was sick of happiness

It was a thing of older times

When good and evil didn't rule

The celebrations increased

The wine never stopped

The whole island was alive

Until the first one disappeared

A traveller

Who longed to map the fair place

Was missing for days

Which then became weeks

Then a babe and her mother

Gone for flowers

There was a scream

and then nothing more

Soon followed was the howling

From the hills every night

Echoing out onto the ocean

Filling the once pleasant nights

Mist consumed the isle

Eating away at the loving plants

Growing stark straight pines

and thick scrubs and bristles

The town turned from a party

To the huddled mass of fear

As death became regular

and panic a hanging feeling.

Till one night

Every villager awoke at once

Their dreams invaded by scarlet claws

Digging deep into their hearts

They gathered in the square

and awaited the dawn

But none ever came

None ever would

Forever in the blackest midnight

The people lost sight of everything

That once existed in the light

Howling became the guardian of night

Night Fall on the Island

Upon an island twice visited

Lived a happy couple

and a town filled with happy people

and an island filled with happy plants

I was content to wander

The lone beast

Through the wild

Alone but never lonely

Until the day came

That happy couple

In displays of gross vanity

Proclaimed this place belonged to happiness

I cannot stand to think

That the wilds I've inhabited

Fierce and Savage

are now to be known as happy

And all the people

They rejoice in the light

of endless celebrations

No humble respect to death that roams about

So, I call to the gods above

Let me end this reign of light

Let me teach these blind heretics

Let me hunt

And I hunt I will as I run

Through the woods

Consuming the lost travellers

Ripping the heedless hiker

This tropical paradise quickly changed

In just one night of blood

To a misty isle covered in pines

More accurate to the pain and suffering all around

But the damn couple

The lovers upon the mountain

Living so perfectly

In their far off sanctuary

I ran

I ran on all fours

My bloody form hungering

For the end of such a radiant abomination

My heart stops beating

The door doesn't creak

My claws gently run across

Their loving shapes.

I rip and tear

Until morning dawns

But much to my sick pleasure

It never does

This island paradise

That once was home to songbirds

Poets, writers, artists

Is now plunged into endless and terrifying night

No rest or respite for the happy

No hope of success for the defender

No more happy couple on the mountain

No feeling

Free to be an animal

A lone beast once again

On the saddest day

On a twice visited island

Fucked Up Fable

Jeff fell down into a well

Jeff fell down into a well

Jeff fell down into a well

Jeff fell down into a well

Jeff fell down

Jeff fell down well

Jeff fell down into wells?

Jeff fell down into a well

Why

Why did he

Why did he fall

Why did he fall down a well?

Jeff didn't fell

Jeff didn't fall

Jeff didn't choose to fall

Jeff chose to jump

Jeff jumped down a well

Jeff jumped down

Jeff jumped

Jeff jumped and fell

Why

Why did he

Why did he jump

Why did he jump down a well?

Jeff didn't jumped

Jeff didn't jump

Jeff didn't choose to jump

Jeff chose to fly

Jeff flew down a well

Jeff flew down

Jeff flew

Jeff flew, jumped, and fell

Why

Why did he

Why did he fly

Why did he fly down a well?

Jeff didn't flew

Jeff didn't fly

Jeff didn't chose to fly

Jeff chose nothing.

Jeff isn't he

Jeff is a she

Jeff is Jill

Jill just sat on hill

While Jeff

While Jeff fell

While Jeff jumped

While Jeff flew

Who is Who?

Is Jeff you?

Are you Jill?

Which is Which?

I'm Happy

This Feeling

I have no words

Words are expression of meaning

They can only express

What we are capable of knowing

A feeling that cannot be known

Cannot be expressed

Therefore cannot be put in words

But must be felt

So I will feel like I do

Without words to express

Words to explode forth into this world

And spread this feeling

Instead I'll hold it close

and remember it always

And forever look for the words

That describe this feeling

The Voracious Mind

Shackled in a vault of unimaginable creation

Locked tight after years of violence and abuse

You would guess that all these locks

would keep your precious little mind safe, wouldn't you?

Quietly tucked away in a locked box

Surrounded by a thousand other boxes

Where you keep all those other things

Long ago deemed unneeded or wrong

Some are chained up because of the mighty damage they do

Hate and Greed and Jealousy all rattle their cages

But other benign subjects sit cross legged wondering why

Discovery and Passion and Play are just as bound

Contrary to the belief of static stones who live without life

The mind is no object waiting to be used at your leisure

It more closely resembles clinging ivy crossed with fireworks

The most absurd and heartening and satisfying image

All you need to do is give it a little water and some soil

Expose those curious leaves to the sun of the outside world

That lights the fuse which send this beautiful flora

Spinning in every direction and blossoming with a million different flowers

Those exquisite vines do more then merely look attractive

They crack open all of those cages and release every boundary

Pure and sickly thoughts share the same brain

Both kinds feed that mammoth thing that is the mind

To every banker who has sufficiently catalogued

Every thought, experience and feeling in its proper place

I ask you to wonder why you stop freedom from being

It is a way of life more exhilarating then all others

To every would be gardener who can't quite nurture

The water is found in a spring of cool contentment

The soil is located in a place you are familiar with

The light is all around and you just have to punch holes in the ceiling

To every jungle inhabitant who has found release

Don't concern with how the plant grows

Why the flowers only blossom a weeping blue

It is yours and there is no other like it

Reductio ad Absurdum

I want to rip a hole in the sky

and let all that inky space

pour into our empty places

so that we can unchain ourselves

from the burden of breathing.

I want to light a fire in that void

and let that raging combustion

shoot out among the stars

and nebulas and distants earths

that are just out of our reach.

I want to take all the clouds

and bottle them in an old tin can

so your days will always be clear

and when you want to be shaken

with storms or rain or snow

you can just find a rusty butter knife

and pry to your hearts content.

I want to grow a new world

from seeds of long forgotten thought

found in ancient ruins of the middle class family

that always wanted to take root

but didn't know why or how

to take root in a place

that breaks the bones of happy children

and sets them so they never grow back proper

so they can't ever move without thinking

about a world that fucked them over.

I want to push my body

until the stresses of four thousand days

leaves me older and jaded

and so bitter that no amount of milk

can fix the dark brown color

of the coffee of my life

and I can look back at old friends

filled with pure radiant happiness

that I have arrived at adulthood

and they will never know the joy

of all consuming debt

of luckless loveless marriage

of a life devoted to money

of kids who fail at all expectation

of surprises that ruin every almost good time

of enough alcohol to drown a ship

of wondering how bad death could be

of standing on the bridge

of falling down again and again until it loses all meaning.

Somewhere

Somewhere

The grass grows green

The wind is light

Birds fly free

The world is an invitation

Asking for you

Somewhere

The skies are alive

The days are long

The nights are warm

The stars are bright

Rest is always easy

Dawn is always spectacular

Somewhere

The people are blissful

Their songs are lively

Their celebration welcoming

Their doors are always open

They share what they have

They give what they can

They live for one another

Somewhere

The Tower

A pull more fearsome then gravity

Lives within a single building

Known to all who pass

As a place

Sinister and devouring

The Tower upon the coast

Of a dead nation

It acts as herald to all

Lost souls crossing the sea

Seeking a better home

A new beginning already over

There is no rest to be found

In this decaying place

Those who once lived in peace

Killed all their dreams

Murderer the land

Razed their fellow man

The only sign of their lives

Their twice-cursed legacy

Is a land for the distraught

and a Tower

filled with every lost hope

all the hours of happiness

and each tear of joy

That is why the Tower pulls

Why wretches and those defeated

Come to wander that lonely land

In the hope

In the mad pursuit

Of finding what those people once had

Hope

Happiness

Joy

All

Long

Gone

Locked away in the Tower.

I'm Not Growing Up

I don't want to be young

I was already young

It was long and confusing

Scary and strange

Weird and unpleasant

I was a child and it wasn't fun.

But at heart

I am a child and it's a fucking blast

I want to dance and so I dance

I play around with words and actions

I do what I want when I want

With the freedom to do it whenever

I drum on objects

I sway to the music on my headphones

I eat food with my hands

I wear formal clothes to informal events

I wear sweatpants whenever I want

When I get bored, I do strange things

I daydream about everything

What could never happen

What has already happened

What I would do if this happened

How I would take over the world with penguins

What if I built a theatre on top of a skyscraper

What if a zombie apocalypse is just around the corner

And then sprint off to meet a friend for tea

And talk about nothing important

Because nothing is important

Because I'm me

A little kid at heart

With a wallet and common sense

and no inhibitions

I don't want to be a child

Thats not half as fun

As being a kid in a candy store

With a months salary.

Simple Love

Sound waves

Snow flakes

Asphalt

Longing

Sunset

Windswept grass

Dirt road

Farewell

Strange light

Midnight

Fire side

Don't hide

Dead trees

Oh please

Two hearts

One part

Take wing

Summer fling

Drink away

Let's play

Over again

Take the plane

Come back

Love attack

I would rather...

I would rather be stone than flesh

I would rather be dark than light

I would rather be lost than found

I would rather fall than fly

I would rather sink than swim

I would rather lose than win

I would rather choose to fail

I would rather choose my life

I would rather choose

I would rather do anything

I would rather

But I can't

I can't help but fly

I can't help but shine

I can't help but live

Sleep

The only place I ever want to be

Is safe upon my bed

Resting against a sea of life

Sleeping peacefully

Who needs a world

So brimming with chills and conflicts

When your bed only ever asks

That you warm it up

And it returns the favour

In a majestic way

Keeping you as comfortable as can be

Until the next day

Some people see it as a place

Just to rest their weary heads

But those like me who live for dreams

Know it to be so much more

Inside a bed our minds are free to roam

Into our heads we may go free

To worlds that can never be charted

While safe and warm at home

I cannot wait to return back there

Where sleep can take me off

I try to find my slumbering spot

But the day requires my attention

I'll walk upon this waking land

Until the night grows near

Then I'll go to my native world

And live there forever more.

Enamoured Eternity

Do we die a thousand deaths before we leave this earth?

It's beginning to feel like eternity is commonplace

Ephemeral dreams are slipping from my comprehension

I feel locked knee deep in the sands of time

These mammoth strings of hulking words

They give me reason to endure

Despite how loathsome they are slowly becoming

The words are patiently waiting but I cannot reach them

I'll give myself over to the aching ancient world of statues

Or hide myself away inside a cave to await winters end

I must weather these dark things I wish were not mine

I must rid myself of this sickness so that I may heal

Leave No Stone Unturned

Teach me where to go

Show me how to run

Give me every lesson

Tell me how to live

I seek to be a comet in the sky

Living in stark beauty amid humble night

So far I haven't learned how to glow

But every moment without makes me hope

Teach me to be

Show me why I walk

Give me just a sliver

Tell me every word

I seek to change my humble self

Become something more then mere existence

By accepting every fault and vulnerability

I plan to be myself completely

Teach me silver words

Show me fiery thoughts

Give me living breaths

Tell me precious gems

I seek to run through dreams and imaginations

Where even wild nightmares inspire my soul

To pick up speed and view this shimmering world

Like the smashing of a stain glass window

Teach me hope

Show me life

Give me reason

Tell me why

I seek to light a spark appear within your head

Which can grow into an unformed thought

that shoots into the inky void that awaits it

and expands, consumes, and possesses your entire mind.

Teach me how

Show me what you want

Give me a moment

Tell me to start

Touch

Touch

Like lace across spiderwebs

Like drifting snow on glass

Like a whisper told to black velvet

Touch

Like snapping a pencil

Like slamming a heavy oak door

Like a rock through thin ice

Touch

Like water on a raging fire

Like warm clothes during winter

Like a giant hairy hug

Touch

Like oil smeared thickly

Like needles creeping up a spine

Like a knife through canvas

Touch

Like a midnight lover

Like a enormous defender

Like a hunter and a predator

Human Divinity

What is it

that makes people leap into the dark

that makes heros out of farmers

What changes within a person

to cause bravery to rise

to cause an unstoppable force

How can it be

that this resolute cry

this passion of the courageous

Resides within a man

Such acts are reserved for the gods

as we mortals are told

But the hint of truth

that hides inside the fairy tale

is that even though

Gods created us

We created Gods

and like a candle and flickering shadows

We are bound inexplicably

to be part of the other

So though gods act boldly

and reach into the stars

to turn and twist the strands of fate

they falter at love

they wonder at guilt

They smash a world with rain

without a hint of remorse

While we the humble human

who toss and turn

in a sea of overwhelming emotion

barely staying afloat in the raging torrent

Sometimes we reach towards the heavens

and make the gods tremble at our actions

Sometimes we choose our fate

Sometimes we rival the creators.

Blue Eyes

Those blue eyes still haunt me

Wherever I can possibly go

From my dearest friends

and complete strangers

They pierce my unneeded shell

and tear away my doubts

With flashes of clear understanding

I become alive and in heaven at once.

But the eyes never stay long

The stranger walks past

The friends turn away

and lose that look forever

I know those eyes are waiting for me

Somewhere in this wide world

And on the day I give up entirely

They'll be the ones that ask,

"What's wrong?"

Freedom's Fall and Subsequent Revival.

I lay at the bottom of the cliff

Having jumped just moments before

This flight that so possessed my dreams

Became nothing more then a free fall

The grand adventure plotted in my mind

Was merely screaming hell

With the ground all too near

and all too frighteningly real

But as I touched the unforgiving earth

My whole self turned into water clear

And I burst into the finest mist

Suspended above the ground

Though the fall had killed who I was

It changed me into who I am

I am no longer on a cliff

I am no longer bound to fall

I am blessed with the freedom

Of a tourist in a far off place

No direction is restricted

Free to follow fortunes wind

I lay at the bottom of the cliff

My body devoid of all life

But my spirit drifts towards the sea

Carried by the tropical breeze

Where I will land is up to fate

For fate favours the bold

Who is more bold then he

With a soul unconquerable

Please let me leave

I plan to leave

Goodbye cruel world

No.... actually

Goodbye kind world

Thank you

For the chance

To chase a star

That star has fallen

For the time being

That star will arise

But till that time

Leave it dead

and Leave me

Goodbye kind world

Scholarly Lessons

A trickster once learned

How to best rob

Good wealthy men

Of all that they own

This trickster with a grin

Put a hat upon his head

It was an odd sort of cap

Looking completely outrageous

He then went across the land

Proclaiming brassly, "HO,

I am a distant scholar man

Come learn from me"

Those who saw this trickster

With strange hat upon his head

Thought that surely this man

Must know a thing or two

But the trickster told them

"Halt, for I am poor,

A scholar cannot teach

Without a meal in his belly"

The trickster was fed and watered

to his hearts desire

But as soon as he was finished

There was more that he hungered for

"A scholar cannot teach upon the dirt"

He said between devouring meals

"I need a proper castle

To illustrate my teachings"

The trickster gained a beautiful hold

But he was not satisfied

This trickster found another ploy

to help him reach his quarry

He showed the people

His tattered old hat

And said, quite lamely, to the people

"I need some money for that"

So every time they walked the hearth

Of the tricksters castle

They paid him one golden coin

For the pleasure of his company

This went on for many years

With the trickster saying no

He could not teach

"Not in these conditions"

Until this thief

This vagabond

This man of ill moral

Had plundered half the earth

And then this plunderer

Had the nerve

To put his head upon his bed

And promptly lay down and die

He left with a lifetime of gold

All buried in the walls

And every piece was hidden away

Gone too far to find

This scholar said he knew the truth

and that was indeed was right

For you can tell any lie

and people will think it's true.

Pay your gold

and waste your life

Be the tricksters guest

Just remember this

Better be a heedless fool

Living his own way

Then pay to waste your life away

and die a heedless fool anyway.

This Silent Curse.

My lovers song is all but done

My rebels tune has been played

My compliant march is dwindling

My wild drums now fade

The music of my soul

Once loud as a rainstorm

Now grows as silent

As a winters night

Made bold by hope

It has fallen prey to fear

Now I fear to play again

For fear of fear itself

No chord can be struck

To bring life back to me again

Is a quiet life my sentence

For a crime I thought was love

To you with sweet sounds

Rolling easily from your happy throat

To you with soft harmonies

That seem undying

Ignore my warnings

I pray you will

For if you hold dear to what you have

You will lose the joy all about

The time will come

When strings will break

Wood will crack

and voices will rasp away to nothing

But till you live

in this soundless solitude

Pay no heed to any warning

Live without any care

The Reason

Don't scuttle the ship

unless its meant to sink

Don't wave the white flag

unless you need to surrender

Don't run away to join the circus

unless you've always wanted that

Don't jump off the roof

unless you want to fly

Don't walk into the ocean

unless you want to drown

Don't dig your own grave

unless you want to be buried

From a Land Beyond Dreams.

Listen to the call

That echo, that cry

Pricks your skin

with violet sparks

of awakening fears.

The great realization

that you are nothing

but a living creature

Constructed with death

as an inevitability.

That call rings

across oceans

past mountains

through forests

and comes from a place

further then all footsteps.

It comes from the land

beyond your waking eyes

where dreams grow strange

and truth dances with lies.

From this land

a call is given out

to show you the way home.

It comes

when you forget yourself

and you live completely.

Not thinking of tomorrow

yesterday or almost.

When you cease to be

a thinking mind

and become as you once were.

A living creature

connected with the land

and using every sense.

The call

of primal fear

and wild truth

comes for all.

We have learned to hide

from this beastly honour.

But when we face our fears

and run towards the risk

we become more

then just a thinking mind.

We become living creatures

with life and death

held in each hand

with fear and certainty

tied together in our breast.

We become alive.

Listen to the call

The call that every

living creature hears.

The call is coming

from a land you've never walked.

The call is coming

to take you away.

Follow the call.

Love

A word was written on a page

That word was very small

The letters were a messy scrawl

The page was a little scrap

That word became a sentence

Spoken very plain

Consisting of a simple point

Just an honest claim

From sentence to a paragraph

With slightly larger frame

But no flowery words were wrote

The purpose remained the same

Paragraphs multiplied into a book

Bound like every other one

But such a book had never been

Like a candle to the sun

This book grew into a thought

That occupied every soul

And tormented like a demon

With beauty pure and whole

The thought became an argument

Pursued on every tongue

As wise old men discussed patiently

Action was taken by the young

Arguments blossomed into fights

That took a fearsome turn

Proponents fought with every ounce

And every blow caused them to burn

Fights developed into a battle

One that nobody had seen before

Where no lives were at risk

But the passions of forevermore

Battles became a war

In every house across the world

Where every soul had to choose

Why they lived upon this earth

The war turned into a crusade

As hearts beat as one

Across the glowing horizon

Their hope became a beacon

That mighty crusade simmered to a revolution

No longer bent on fighting

But turned inwards to be

The source of a new enlightening

The revolution slowed to a utopia

Where all hearts lay at rest

No conflict shook the quite place

No more hypothesis to test

That utopia gave way to contentment

A quiet way to live

As the day-to-day business came

With no alternative

But contentment changed to confidence

When every heart learned

That though a conflict had occurred

The right to live happily had been earned

This transformation

This war in every heart

Came into being by word

From the very start

Perhaps it seems obvious

To those who feel its pull

That this word could change the world

Make an empty man full

So gently grip it in your hand

Or search across the sea

Find the place in which it hides

And make it come to be

The Promise

As the rain falls outside your window

As the snow drifts upon the hills

As the hills turn to green

As the sun shines into your room

I have not forgotten

Our room

Our hills

Our window

As the halls fall silent

As the shadows drift between the doors

As the sunset turns to twilight

As the candles shine alone

I have not forgotten

Our halls

Our sunsets

Our candles

As the silence hangs heavy

As the silk clings wet to your body

As the wind blows through your window

As the mood turns black

I have not forgotten

Our silence

Our wind

Our mood

As the ground beckons urgently

As the noose slithers upon your skin

As the knife glistens like glass

As the world breathes a sigh

I have not forgotten

Our noose

Our knife

Our world

As the stone heart cracks

As the iron resolve rusts

As the instrument is dropped

As the promise is screamed

I have not forgotten

Our heart

Our instrument

Our promise

As the wretchedness is remembered

As the promise is again broken

As the sun rises on another day

As the night passes without your death

I have not forgotten

Our wretchedness

Our promise

And my death

I

Want

You

Dead

You

Promised

You

Would

Join

Me

In

The End

Once upon a bird's wing

Once upon a time

The tale began

It was told to little children

Who lacked the wisdom to know why

Once upon a time

The story went

A place existed in the sky

Beyond any human arm

Once upon a time

Birds flew to this mystic place

And made a home there

Within the distant and perfect sky

Once upon a time

It was a garden that grew

A paradise upon the clouds

A refuge for the innocent birds

Once upon a time

They flew away from the world

They met in that spiritual garden

To rest from the madness below

Once upon a time

was long ago

Now in this time

The garden is covered in smoke

The wondrous trees now bear strange fruit

The birds do not go there anymore

Now in this time

Pure white clouds and warm yellow sunbeams

Have changed to

Orange sunset sky and fading dusk hues

Now in this time

A paradise has been destroyed

The birds all agree

That this world has struck with misery

Now in this time

The madness doesn't stay below

It reaches up into the sky

To twist the quiet clouds

Now in this time

Paradise is a word without meaning

For the world has discovered

Morality is just another word

Now in this time

Perfection can't exist

Anymore then damnation could

Reality is the terrifying tale now told

Now in this time

This garden in the sky

Is now a home for all the wayward birds

Who lose their path to perfection

Now in this time

The birds still fly to find it

The birds are still flying

The birds will always be flying

Now in this time

The children are no wiser

With the fable told

No more prepared to fly

Now in this time

Once upon a time

Is just a time

Lost in time

Brian's Sickness

Depression is the sweetest form

of gentle lilting kisses upon your hand

Darling and Savage

Lovely and Shattering

The most passive wave

of self-destructive rage

It takes the quiet day

It grabs the soft silence

and rends it to pieces

Like a kitten and a couch

Like a drunkard and a life

Love only feeds the fear of being too much

Hate only points in one direction; inward

Beauty can't exist

Contentment long forgotten

Depression consumes them all

Yet among the broken landscape

of the once healthy being that was

There blossoms a bitter bloom

Upon every pedal is etched the words

"I don't care"

Which in its own perverted way

Is more wonderful then any happiness

The freedom to say, "I'm sad: Fuck off"

and mean every letter.

The freedom of the broken self

If only this dark monster

This hunter of inquisitive souls

Would give the gift of a teacher

And stay locked up within the class room

Like all good instructors

But this creature cannot be contained

Though it teaches something wonderful

It plagues every step and poisons every thought

Leaving whoever might have learned a single word

Too paralyzed to even think

Depress the world

And let every single being

Learn this most brutal lesson

Because only this dark fire

can purge our sickly heads.

Nothing

Nothing worth saying

So I wont say anything

Seems simple right?

Why isn't it

Because anything is needed

To fight the silence

Something is better then nothing

Even when something is nothing

So, go on world

Continue to talk

Say nothing and mean nothing

Think nothing and be nothing

I choose silence

Dignified anonymity

After all

I have nothing to say

The one case in which

nothing is respected

Nothing worth saying

So nothing will be said.

And all the world shall hear

Nothing

And from nothing

Anything can grow

So before you speak nothing

Take a moment

Realize that saying nothing

Is far more powerful

Then speaking nothing

For us.

Breathe

Breathe yourself to death

Breathe yourself to shame

Breathe till you goddamn explode

Move

Move yourself to pain

Move yourself to agony

Move till you fucking break

Listen and lie

Nod and smile

Pretend to understand

The truth of messed up profession

Yet anyone

upon this earth

would happily quit

then face this shit

We of the

Actors creed

are truly sick

to take all this

C'est la vie

Such is crap

Take a drink

and move on

Love exists in the purity

found though understanding

We who seek to understand the human race

will be the ones who find pure love

So fuck that shit

Keep going on

Lets do this till

We cannot even stand

I Like You

Hold me close

Like no one ever had before

Shove me away

Like no one dared to before

Hate me passionately

Like I wish some would

Love me without reason

Like you have always wanted to

Deny me this request

Like the kind of friend I've never had

Accept every offer

Like the servant I didn't know you were

Let us run beyond the sun and moon

Like the wandering gods we truly are.

One and the same, you and me

Like mirrors facing each other

Tomorrow we will hide in another's embrace

Like we never looked upon one another

Today we will sigh in plain sight

Like lovers who never had a chance

Yesterday we will live forever

Like a picture framed timelessly

Always we will be bound

Like two halves, perfect and opposite

Please wake me up

I think I've died or fallen asleep

But of which I am not sure

Death is surely just as sweet

As a warm comforting bed.

But in that sleep of death

I have so often heard

That no dreams may come my way

Which is what perplexes me

For while I slumber or pass away

My world has been invaded

Shadowy figures claw at my heart

While all the light fades into black

Like any rational thinker

Which I occasionally am

I know that it be true

All dreams pass in time

But as I wander this barren plain

I find no end in sight

No safety from the darkened sky

No respite from this living dream

The thought drops into my heart

and leadens my airy soul

Surely all fantasies come to end

But what if this one never does?

Death reigns far more permanently

Though is more merciful in it's ruling

Somehow then, Am I the exception

To it's peaceful monarchy

So I lie in my bed

and question even life

Do I live inside my mind

or have I died without?

These queries are like water drops

to a vast enormous sea

Why then do I expect the world

to bless an answer upon me?

Because hope is all we have

Awakened or asleep

Alive or dead means nothing at all

Hope is the only thing that runs deep.

Just a Little Guy

I am just a little gnat

Living in the tall grasses

I am just a little rat

Scurrying in the big ship

I am just a little guy

Walking in giant shoes

All those mammoth people

Bumble around

Making a big deal

About everything they do

So it means so much more

When those huge people

Topple to the ground

and take down massive civilizations

Where am I

midst this calamity?

I'm just a little dot on the map

Taking in the melodrama

I'm just a little set of eyes

Watching in amusement

I'm just a little guy

Living in this big world

When the dust settles

Lines are drawn

People are subdued

People are emboldened

And everything keeps going

Just the same as before

Different name on top

Different name on bottom

Where am I

during this dynasty shift?

I'm just a little country

Existing between borders

I'm just a little flag

Waving in the storm

I'm just a little guy

Rolling in the spoils

Why does everyone want fame

Glory and Greatness

They are just asking

To be kicked in the teeth

If you want attention

You'll get it plain and clear

A punch in the face

From every available fist

And you wonder why

I like being a little guy

Leave the heavens to the angels

Leave the hells to the demons

Leave the grandeur to the grand

Leave the glory to the glorious

I'd rather be

Just a little ol' me.

Glacial Lover's Requiem

Shall our love remain unspoken

Will the dam remain unbroken

Shall our love remain evergreen

Locked in winters reverie

Shall we freeze together still

Pretending the end would never be

Shall we forgo all thoughts of spring

Trapped in icy majesty

Shall our hope always bloom

Can our interest always dwell

Shall our bond be set in stone

Joined in snowy prison cell

Shall this love become a curse

Is this life too much to bear

Shall this season be our doom

Frozen till the bitter end