I see you sneaking

Into this room

Late at night

Beneath the empty moon

Thinking you can steal

My thoughts in the dark

Thinking you can read me

With empty eyes,  dry and stark

There is nothing here for you

Only the eternal see the sacred

And you,

You have been cast out

Beyond help, 

Beyond hope,

Beyond your reach, 

Beyond a doubt

You know

When you enter a room

And suck all the air out

Just by being there

Leaving the others

out of breath

Like a walking vacuum

Everyone around you

Fights against death

You know

Because you’ve seen them die

As you passed by

You need to learn rhythm

To breathe in

As they breathe out

To offer hope

In the midst of doubt

To learn to give

And not just take

To push away the ache

To prevent the inevitable break

And halt the fear to fail

By remembering

To exhale

Life blew past me

Day after dry bone day

And I became leather

And i became clay

Encased in this mudstorm

Bent and not what i was

Until the young turned away

With nothing to say

But I feel the same

as that first day

Just carrying more

And bent further today

your voice is a song
sung across a different scale;
it wakes me as diamond sunrise
and sets me to slumber
as the silver streams of moonlight
crossing the dark wood floor
of a midnight home
piping like a flute
heard distant in the hills
beautiful as riverside reeds
giving life to the west wind
invisible lips of Zephyr
pressed light against their hollows
haunting the morning countryside
until their echoes find my ears

I write in code mostly

Sending messages to oblivion

Where there’s no Turing required

It’s a fool’s errand

Like filling a burn barrel with comics

Pretending they’re top secret missives

Time to be plain for a change

Time to grow up.

numb takes to the fire
just to feel in the burn
numb takes to the ice
let cold take its turn
numb takes to the water
that wet might soak in
numb takes to the wind
to be carried off and away

there is numb
lost in a lack
there is numb
hoping hands
and tracing fingers
will touch like electric
and bring life back again
one slow beat at a time.

It’s OK

All is well

I am the risen sun

Filled with molten light

Perfectly hopeful

Happiness personified

Floating on joy

Top the end of days

It’s like diving

To the bottom of a lake

And taking a deep breath

The easiest thing

In the world

To just let life

Roll over you

And crush it all

To just

Stop

Trying

Because why bother

When it’s already been written

When the heart has chosen

And you are the image

In the great view mirror…

Closer than you appear

But fading…

It takes nothing

To wake my demons

While I would wish them dead

They rise up

Again and again

At the slightest thing

Slowly destroying

That shred of hope

That one day

They will be gone

Forever

the dangers of sailing
away from the shores
to the places where the sea
is endless as a water planet
are forgetting the land
upon which you once lived
and the home that held your head
soft, safe in your sheltered bed
while there upon the distant ocean
you become lost and hoping to be found
a ragged traveller wishing to run aground
but stranded upon the windless waters
waiting upon the certain storm
that will see you tossed overboard and drowned