I feel your voice
Climbing over my face

I feel your hands
Reaching into my hair

I feel your lips
As they caress my cheeks

I feel your arms
Embracing my soul

I feel your fingers
Walk my back

I feel your feet
So close to mine

I feel your head
Resting on my shoulder

I feel your love
As it touches my heart

I feel your heart
As it touches my love.

He stands there
Full to the brim with sins
Overflowing with filth
Regurgitating ancient lies

Flies play around his head
As roaches scurry softly
Legs scratching his bulging exterior
Dull gray

Unfeeling he stands there
A censor in a godless world
Translucent robes
Adorning wilted shoulders

A blank stare
Scanning the bleak horizon
Void of promise
Dead to man

Lost in time he waits
Burdened with silence.

I’m wandering on this plane of existence
Wondering where the lines will meet
Dancing in the shadowed corner
Waiting for noon day’s end

I waltz past the endless rain
Under a silky cloud
I weep
I weep as the skies wax dry

I trip on a broken heart
In pieces strewn across the lawn
Hastily cast
Left to crumble

The day falls short
Casting shadows on the still silhouettes
Dark looks a bitter tear
A scar upon the empty land

Lost
Wandering
Pondering upon the loss
Is it?

I wonder if it was worth it
Was it worth my time?
The seconds that passed
The hours spent in recollection

I can’t believe it’s done
Over, finished
Drawn to a close
In permanent mark

Sketched across the vast faces
The wall polluted with scrawl
The ancient hands stilled
Thoughts frozen in place

Place drifting apart
Losing that which is sacred
Aflame in the mind
Burning bright in noonday sun

As memories fade I wonder
Gazing upon the sky
I wander endless nights
Waiting to wake the restless dreams

Dozing away
Drifting in the sailboat of the mind
Upon desolate shores
Deserted deeds

A close
An ending
Drawing to a close
The wandering wondering

Of a restless soul.

The sunset upon ocean waves
So cliche
Words pour out like bile
Enamel rotting sentences

Such is the work
Such is the writing
A novice
A fake

One who writes without soul
Who’s heart is without
Writing but words
Sloppily dragged across the scroll

Anxiously destitute in spirit
Like worms crawling out
Hollow as a political promise
Shifty as that

No foundation
Destined to fall
To collapse in life
Or without

Death
The end of all
Always dark
So familiar

Why?
Why can’t the clouds be purple
And seas a sickly yellow?
Hmm?

I ask thee
Can’t the meadows be ominous
Storm clouds pleasant rain?
Can they?

Why must the leader’s hand direct?
Or the conductor’s stop
The flow of music
The music never stops

No never

Likewise our souls linger
Caught up in worldly paths
Struggle to free themselves
From clutches unknown

So why should our hands stop?
Create, live, laugh, cry…
Allow the emotions to flow
Not the thoughts

Thoughts cloud a worried heart
But tears an eye will clear
Thus a full heart trumps
An empty mind.

  The night is young in time
    Too dark to see
    The day will come with rhyme

    Tomorrow’s lasting chime
    Ringing in our mind
    The night is young in time

    Covered in ancient grime
    You may find
    The day will come with rhyme

    Empty box of a mime
    It doth bind
    The night is young in time

    No matter the climb
    Or bones that grind
    The day will come with rhyme

    Remember this in time
    Keep it in your mind
    The night is young in time
    The day will come with rhyme.

The room lies desolate
Voices crawling in my ears
As blood drips
Falling lightly upon the windowpane

Darkness shrouds the streams
As night shatters
Shards glistening in the shade
Falling lightly upon the floor

A rank odor creeps silently
Yellowing the curtains
Toes blackened with ash
Dragging across the floor

A marble angel lies crying
Head bent in sorrowful recollection
Wings torn asunder
Broken in its fetal state

Streams of melting paint
Streaks of color in a black sky
Dripping
Coating the dresser in blue

The sky is falling
Clouds swirl in an endless dance
A tango with the gods
Papers fluttering in a ghostly wind

The soft furs of an ancient king
Lie tattered
Neglected in the corner
Holes from burns long forgotten

I close my eyes to shut out the dreams
Trying to blot out the screams
Tears cloud a shaken mind
Fractured in still life

A photograph fallen in the dusty corner
Aged by passing time
Memories fading softly
Stained by sunlight

Teeth chatter in the bitter cold
As my skin is aflame
Pen strokes falling short
Stopping

A vibration
Not an earthquake
But a light in the eternal grasp
Vision fading fast

Softly lit text beside my face
“Goodbye”
A sweet voice fades
A voice?

No, a hallucination
A product of insomnia
Walls above me are empty
Now devoid of color and life

The white door with brown border crumbles
Leaving us alone
Searching in the dark
Us? Alone?

Alone?
I laugh
My voice echoes in the stillness
The deep recesses of my mind

The labyrinth of space
Expanding infinitely
Yet untouchable
Close, yet out of reach

“The end is near”
I pray
A softly whispered wish
Dying in the abysmal state of I

I am
Lost in the room
Yet finding myself again
And then… 

Eighteen years my friend
Life on earth
Divine
Beauty found
And lost
Light falls upon the dark
Illuminates the mind
Expands the soul
Opens the heart
Love
I laugh
What joy in ignorance
I cry
In pains suffered
Afflictions
I hope
I dream
I see the path before
The frosty sea
Setting sail
The rotten deck below
I fly
Gliding upon the breeze
I fall
Silently whispering
Words
Sweet nothings
Entranced
I rest
Sleeping away the hours
Yet awake
I lie
Tossed in the sorrowed storm
I wait
Wait for the hallowed day
I remember
His death
My life
All that has
All the was
I plan
All that will
Tomorrow.

I sit here again
Staring out upon the landscape
My cat lies dormant upon the sofa
Drinking in filtered rays

Light shines its mellow gaze
Through silk curtains
I gaze
I see

I see the trees
Lit up by sorrowed sky
I feel the wind
Flowing through the flaws

My window is
Its life flows like a waterfall
Flowing downward
Into infinity

Disaster looms in the horizon
Cars pass the open way
Caught in mundane
Crossing silently

I watch
Waiting as the time falls
Shorter
Aye the rain

Rain mocks my eternal plea
Drought that mocks my thirst
All falling short of my sight
All finding solitude in reason

Alone

Mid day
The rain falls gently outside
Trees lit by soft light
Pierced by cloud cover stand in the distance.

I sit here
Laptop warms my charcoal pants
Back lit screen shines upon the keys
A single ant scurries across my hand

Rue
My feline companion crosses gently
Landing upon the couch
My seat disturbed

Now
He lies upon the top
Gazing down at the screen
Watching them

Waiting
Noting how my fingers strike the keys
Scolding my lack of form
Twitching his tail in ecstasy

Looking up
I meet his eyes
He slowly turns away
A gentle purr as he departs

I sit alone now
Watching the rain
Skeletal trees through curtain
Drip sorrows upon the lawn

Crystal nothings crack
Shattering their hopeless lives
Breaking silent promises
A lone chair in the distance

White… Black
Pink
Flowers blooming overhead
Caught in a gentle mist

An empty road
Lies beyond the nothing forest
Lost in a time of its own
A time to be forgotten

Moving swiftly
Past the open door
Upon the lawn I dance
Waltzing alone

One two three
I chant in elvish tongue
As dewdrops grace my lips
Gentle breeze upon the leaves

Joining in my cry
My eyes closed to blinding rays
As clouds do part away
I leave behind

That faithful song.

The stars shine sweetly in the air
Clouds pass in ethereal silence
Gray streaks upon a black canvas
Night hangs delicately in the air
A thread of peace descends
Stillness
The air is dead
Wind absent from heart and mind.
Grass strikes an awkward pose
Lit by shallow graves
Moonlight soft and silver
Striding across the broken branches
Littering the ground they lie
Comatose
Lost in a eternal dream
Awaking only to the solemn insanity
Nothingness
Caught in a round
Chasing
The darkened clouds away
Waiting
For you.