Friday, November 11, 2011


it is this.

there is no meaning,
outside these words,
no warmth,
outside this cold embrace,
no noise,
more defeaning than this silence,
no conversation,
more satisfying than this monologue,
no brightness,
more incandescent than this blazing darkness,

it is this.

and this is,
as it should be.

Sunday, October 16, 2011


what i hold,
a shiny piece of fractured glass,
uneven edges, scarred within,
my window into the violent world,

what it truly is,
is a mirror,
telling of all faults,
it reflects who i am,

no more a soothsayer,
than one's most earnest desires,
no more a window,
than one's wishful thinking,

'tis time, however
to cast the broken aside,
to take on reality, truth
and build on what's alive.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


what life denies you,
you try, and
find in love,
what love denies you,
you try, and
seek in death,
when death defies you,
you walk, 'round
and 'round,
in a daze,

when snarls,
and growls,
forget to convey,
when tears, and
whimpers fail,
leaving a pile,
on that ground,
stomped on,
stepped on, or over,
kicked out, or about,
just remember,

you're not the first,
neither will you,
be the last,
we've all been there,
one way, or
another, everyone
goes about,
with a broken heart,
or temporarily mended,
but nobody wears,
it on their sleeve,

the salve,
is for you to find,
where, when, and
here, now, or
over that bridge,
are all,
your choice,
to find life, and
love, or simply
fade away.

Friday, September 30, 2011


don't ask, questions
to answers already here,
neither hard,
nor easy,

how, why and who am i,
pale in comparison,
to unwilling answers,
i am,

it starts with a question,
and ends with one,
the expanse, from
why to why not,

trapped in between,
is silence, answers
to questions, that are
never asked.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


long staccato,
short syllables,

simple meaning,
mired words,

real feeling,
unreal actions,

love me,
love you.

Monday, September 19, 2011


the grasp strengthens,
every day,
it's chaos at my wrist,
there is also life,
on the other side,
order awaits patiently,
with death,

as they grow strong,
find purchase, (on)
my grasp of reality, (or)
no one can tell,
if they lead me,
or i them,

'tis a secret yet,
where this will lead,
to raptures, or
the grave,
one truth remains,
the journey has begun.

Thursday, August 18, 2011


can i borrow your eyes,
just for today,
to see the world,
shimmer and sway,

can i borrow you lips,
just for today,
to talk beautifully,
to assure and allay,

can i borrow your ears,
just for today,
to always hear music,
where none may,

can i borrow your arms,
just for today,
to hold, to embrace, caress,
to chase fears, tears away,

can i borrow your legs,
just for today,
to walk and run, but mostly
to dance all day,

can i borrow your strength,
just for today,
to borrow nothing,
but to just find my way.

Friday, August 5, 2011


fragrance remains,
as aftermath of love,
this squalor,
the beginning of hate,


the temperature rose,
and melted fears away,
in great drowning waves,
of thunder and rain,

the filth washed away,
the hurt remained,
the sky bloomed,
while the mind faded away,

there is no place far away,
to hide from today,
this will always mark,
how i walked away.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


a frantic need,
to clear cobwebs,
brain addled,
with knowledge unused,

memories secreted away,
in unknown corners,
tucked snugly in,
into the folds of,

what happened,
did it really?,
what will happen,
will it really?,

destiny is one,
for fools,
the past,
for cowards,

how does one forget?,
do i not learn from the past?,
how not to remember the fall from grace?,
does not fear nurture hope?,

thinking animals are just that,
with adjectives,
am i not a thinking animal?, so
here is a thought,

a salve for the past,
crutches for the future,
befitting an animal,
kill the spider.


must i live?,
i can be.

Friday, May 27, 2011


some secrets are better,
left unshared,
some truths are better,
left untold,
some lives are better,
left unlived,

without the sordid,
without the painful,
without the pointless,

there are no better,

Sunday, May 8, 2011


a really pithy limerick,
on apology,
passed through my mind,
i forget now, but
will a sorry do ?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


sow this garden, of
hurt, and
distrust, of
love, only
sometimes, now
reap this garden, not
long, from
now, full
of misery, and
self fulfilling,

Saturday, April 2, 2011


the pain is all wrapped up,
in the past,
there is no room here,
now in your embrace.

half-truths and half-lies,
hurt more,
tomorrow, when questioned
they are merely truths and lies.

claimed trust, and
professed love, mean more
when intoxicated, one hopes
to alway remain.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


the answers are all here,
loudly spoken,
clearly written, in
soft whispers, and
hard nudges,

the questions however, have
out of sight, but
all in the mind.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


these walls do not reverberate,
with music,
nor do they throb,
with laughter.


what remain,
are these thoughts,
scratching away,
leaving bloody trails,
on decrepit souls,
that lead no where.


these walls contain me,
i contain these thoughts,
hope however,
cannot be contained.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


the muse is dead,
buried, with
that which never dies,

these thought may be old,
the memories frayed,
the hurt remains fresh,

a million miles,
take me no farther,
than the reach of a hand,


let me shed these here,
now, let me walk,
away into oblivion.

Thursday, January 20, 2011


one wonders,
when the puzzle's all done,
where is meaning,
without that one?,


this is now,
that was then,
this is forever,
what was then?