To waste your time
To maybe just lie there for a while
Let your breath do the talking
Against my chest, deep and slow
My recurring dream every night
My only wish every morning
Uncomplicated
So surreal
Untouchable

To be perfect
To make the pieces fit
To make it all work out
To fix your skin
Make it all worthwhile
To be simple
I try so hard sometimes
At all the wrong times
To keep it in and shut it up
And lock it tight
When I know it’s all you want to see

Narcissus grown old

Time took away
the ecstasy
of my yesterdays.

In rippling waters
cold and gray
I called to a reflection
not of me
yet of no other.

I knew
I would not see this place
again

The message comes like a shaft of light
inhaled
it sends itself out to the farthest reaches
of empty spaces
and calls itself inspiration--
with drums,
we beat it,
with eyes,
we feed it,

But then we kill the messenger.

Quite honestly, don't ya think? But
never question why the sky turns darker
some days than others.

THE RISE AND FALL OF ALL 
29th March 2012.

The rise and fall of music, the rise and fall of wind,
the rise and fall of making love, the undulations 
of the hills that rise and fall where waterfalls spill,
the oscillations of the lake where ripples touch the sky 
and shake the starlight out in day, to glitter there 
beside the bay on sandy stretches filled with knobbly 
logs, swayed to shapes of soft smooth curves, 
carbuncle toadstools on the trees, like aunts 
and uncles rocking, rising falling on their walking sticks,  

You haven’t read this nightmare yet,
sometimes I drink just hoping to forget
I have known the pain that it can cause
to do it all again without even a pause…

It’s my self destructive neutron spiral
a dissection of a mad helix, gone viral
telling hell that I have warmed over again
but what’s the real difference in the end

Fuck it all! No one knows how I’ve tried
or that I was willing to lay down and die
tried killing myself with drink and smoke
It feels like I am surviving a really bad joke

Unimaginable dreams
carried by the wings of a creature
who's only song it sings
is gruesome in appearance
you should never fear it
for the posessor is incoherent

The feeble mind is not an abomination
just one of GOD'S creations
obvious seperation is man-made

An owl of the night I collide with life
Being good is miserable doing bad is damaging
Why am I so horrible?
In the eyes and minds of those around me

I try to get it right, but is always wrong
It's like eyes everywhere is disappointed in me
Peering through me for something I don't have
I want what you want, is that so hard to see

I need to be me, but me is not desirous
Like thorns traveling through the wind
My presence, my smiles simply cause distrust
Why am I so horrible?

The shrewd intelligentsia is rife
among the class of men who have no God.
The ignorance believers oft employ
in place of reason have no need of It.
Avera.
A petty doctrine well defined,
unreasoned precepts all contrived
that they be held eternally
in purified abeyance as proscribed our reach,
are precepts resurrected fresh
each generation codified by cold, ambitious men.
Dhanb.
The names of Sin are legion as are Sins themselves,
withal they’re nothing more than one’s perspectives.

Wake up every day,
And expect change,
Hope for the world to spin the other way,
This is a mad man’s game,

Carry on as they say,
Look the other way,
Watch the mad man run away,

Innocence lost,
A luxury difficult to obtain,
And as desire cries for escape,
Lock her away,
Another day of the mad man’s game.

rush to me
livid thorn
your delicate kiss
shall lace
the bitter warmth
the icy blessing
bestowed

glisten like night
tears the hearty stars
weeping

sweet is the fortitude
of revenge
and scorn

Love will be mine