Hurt

Arms extended
Tracing trails of fear
And callous
In wide arcs
Denying
Shame defying
Passing on
Into the next
Recompense
Becoming the host
Absorbing infliction
Relenting misery
Viciously cycle
Touching the core
Caring not
Spirit debased
Into the next
Passing on

Daddy Away

Could not go back
I try every day
The blindness devours me
Brings me down into its grave
Holds me there
Cold and alone
The terror of my choices
Screaming the dread
In my bones
Turning cold
Could not go back
To escape the numb
To pain instead
Just fo feel
Something again
I'm missing your life
Your thoughts
You're becoming what
I didn't realize you've
Always been
Person
Little man
Could not go back
I would not wish
This fate
This aweful state
On your precious shoulders
These confining walls
This confining
State of mind
Hope and dread
In silence
Bring me to my knees
Grasping for you
If but only
For a better fate
The cleaning
Of this slate

Tides

Longing for breath
Droning delerium
Crushing depths
Darkness pressing in
Anxiety begotten
Desperation, my soul
Feeling about; blind
Truth to grasp
Somewhere within
Closing in
Losing sight
Losing touch
Reaching in
Finding nothing left
Against these tides
Of strain
Questing within to seek
The lesson
Escaping me
My plight
Reaching the end
Drowning; pushing out
Longing for breath

Turn

A passing day has come to turn away
In passing, lets the tired needles burn
And take forever what, in solice granted
Once forgotten, now replanted seeds of life

Now amongst the ruined lands, I turn
And gaze upon the stern and bow
Leave behind what once I learned
Ship of Wonders, to dust; return

Static

In a room; only one
Silouette against the sun
Whispy trails of heated air
Rise defiantly; changing none

Drone the fan; unending
Relentless plan of time rebaking
Making firm the subtle changes
And making not a single one

Given to the endless pace
Alteration of time and place
Recalling not the empty gaze
Return again to time undone

Oceans of Thought

Beneath oceans of thought
I ponder; drifting on winds
Of ice, no longer seek the shore
Howeling wind does put
Asunder, troughs of waves
And let them plunder
Beneath; against vexxed skies
Of thunder, roiling, darkening mist
Of never, casting rain on lonely
Shadows, between it all uncaring air
Gives breath to ponder more.

Seasickness

Up and down
Rippling
Over the
Sea.
Nausea
Dripping with
Sweat covers
Me.
Undulate
Over the
Edge of the
Wave.
Billows of
Water flow
Madly
Around.

Guitar

Notes, sounds
Crying to me
From my guitar
Crying, begging
To set me free
I play the notes
That speak aloud
Steel strings
Under my fingers,
You cannot feel,
But you can cry.
Cry with me...

Kill

Shadowed shore drawing breath
Illumination of only death
Blackened trees; seeds of faith
Leaning over blacker waters
Falsehood entomb, malice injest
Draw me in; take my breath
Concern no more for my health
My only hope nourishes iniquity
Speak the truth; perceive a lie
Blackened fates and blacker thoughts
Nearer to the beast within
Acid breath and roiling flame
Engripped of claws that kill; insane
See the hell, speaking well
Yearning for the nearer end
Tighten grip and suffocate
All true thoughts are quelled by hate
Cannot dissipate the wicked fog
Darkness, devastate; death your gain
Undo this pain; engravened strain
Try to turn the ugly page
Try to count the freezing rain
Enduring; cannot ever be the same
Continue struggle to survive
Killing contest; stay alive

Mortality

Falling from the sky
Suspended by a ring of cloth
Drifting on a sea of wind
For all that it's worth
I'm falling to the earth
The killers below skyward aiming
Crashing streaks of endless maiming
Taunting the immortal vapor
With mortal self
Indulged.

Ruins of the sky protest
In jest; spit upon the earth
Bathing in a stream of mud
For all that it's worth
I'm returning to my berth
The killers around now ignoring
Thunder jolts the torrents of mourning
Taunting the immortal ways
With mortal self
Indulged.

A Father's Memories

Standing over her
Standing on top of it all
Remembering when
I was there myself
Not so long ago
Prodigy
Staring back at me
A mind to fill
With so many things
I barely understand
Myself
No
Control

She moves, she speaks
But doesn't understand
The words
The discipline
I love, I teach, I work
Infant
Pride comes with
Small Achievements
So much to remember
Will all be gone
Soon
No
Time

Soft breath mists the air
As patiently she speaks
Making her plans
For the world
For her place in it
Young woman

Unshadowed

Some things foresensed
Cannot be changed, as now.
Foreshadowed is the valley
Upon the mountain's ascent
A peak have I faced;
And so now tempt the shadows
Upon whose lap I sit
And like a giddy child
Continue with wonder
That they should be so kind.

She Wants

She wants your eyes to sparkle
To caress her gentle gaze
To know that in your heart
You cherish
Every moment of her ways
She wants to rest her head
Upon your mighty shoulders
And know that carried not
Upon the wind
You abide her future dear
And certain of embracing past
With love
You meet her gaze

Meeting Her

Heartbeat echoes
Persistant drum
Dispelling chants
In my head
That squeeze out
My confidence
It returns
The color to my features
Which have gone
To white
From the numbness
Of first sight
Heartbeat echoes
Within my chest
Takes control
Of my will
Willing I am
Pushes my steps
Forward
And forms
The thoughts
I need
To meet her
Here
I
Go

Forget Us Not

Forget us not, we men of sea
Tho given to the waves we be
Still guided by the stars and moon
Sobering cold engraves our tomb
Careless day, unfathomed shore
Enchanted fog betwixt thine ore
You hear the creaks of stern and bow
You hear us speak, remember now.

While gone away, we're taken then
Suffer a man to breathe his end
Above the din recall the sound
Vocal rasp; the waves that bound
Sleeping night, careening mast
Beneath the stars, a bleeding past
Seeping through the misty friend
You hear us speak, remember when.

The Path

Dark hue against, across my chest
Heavy breath, afforded less
Streaking image, fleeting guest
Angst and sorrow, unwanted crest
Brow uncertain, beguiled best
Against a sea of anger, pressed;
Thrown into this stew, protest
Groan the weary, unended jest.

Grip the throat, it ends in haste
Quit the chore, forget the waste
Forgotten loaf, envexxed, unplaced
Undreampt hope, ungifted grace
Disease the pond, resist this caste
Never righted, empty space
Saturate, and turn, and baste
Bereave and follow, path untraced.

The Soldiers' Graves

Look what kneeled
And said such precarious things
Above their heads
As, "But what lovers and sons
Have darkened your paths
And tread before thee
As to be destroyed?"
And as to what thoughts
Upheld by knelten souls
Begotten upon lofty brow
Do trapse upon the graves
Of those bygone.
As dust and rain betrothe
And dirt and grain enrobe
At end of lives untold,
Do sons and daughters scold
And clothe with moral yarn
Vexed souls.

PART 2

And remembering not the crux
Of why nations' angst
Brought the thread of strain
To stain the earth dark
With vicious flow; angry flood,
From those below knelt and sow.
And senses dull from the mighty tide
Fearing not the unthought one
For easier tilled and easier grow
To find the angst of the undertow
Than to ask a grave and better know
What sorrow put at rest.
For what sense inspired thought
To kneel and differ see
That graves from lives what taken past
Are so very different
From thee?

Toddler

Kinetic discovery
Joys in hand
Sprouting knowledge
And balance
A wide line you wander
Wide margins
Worry not; fear not;
Want for naught;
Sleep softly
On gentle cotton,
And make easy the day
For the days turn quickly
Into years

Self

My hands feel cold
I labor for breath
I can only imagine my pain
At this loss
This gap in humanity
In my heart
These selfish ways
What do we do to each other
With predictable repitition
The selfish blasts
The selfish actions
The selfish pain
It all seems so clear
And so useless
This flood of human thought
This chaotic
Precise
Cold
Randomness
It begins, it ends
And always continues
And here I am,
Numb from the coldness
This bite of frost
In my heart
I am lost, at loss
I am
Without
You

Defective

They move among us
It's in their faces
In the creases of their faint smiles
It distracts them, distant
As if tugged by some unseen force
And gone unnoticed
For ages bygone
They move among us
Silently, stealing breath
From the souls of the deep
Tracing echoes, lonely patterns
In the days to come
Dance of the shadows
Lighter than the wind
They move among us
Like listless living ghosts
Unspoken, unspeakable
Diminutive whispers cast
Upon the wind
Casting stones
Upon themselves
They move among us

Edge

Surreal the moment
I am dreaming
As the wind howels
And tempts me toward
The crumbling edge
This black night
This lukewarm wind
Numbing like the dream
I am in
Peering over the edge
Far below
As if an eternity away
Taunts the openness
And solidity
Of the ground beneath
As though I have but
To release
To feel its permanence
The uncertainty
Of my step
The vertigo
Of my gaze
My arms open
I look upward
And vertigo engulfs me
And the wind carries me
Sweeping upward
Consuming me

Nothing

I didn't come with
Instructions or a toy
Or sealed for lemon-scented freshness
Only a crying, needing boy.
I don't have the skills
Thanks to you
The train of thought
Or the correct way of thinking
I am unarmed
In this nuclear conflict
Your ideals of decades past
Rebellion and free whatever
Strange that it should work out
This way
Your rebellious ideals have robbed me
Of your parent's ways
I am without ego
And have only a pretend, pop clue
Railing against a culture
Which was content
To leave me
With so much
Nothing

Painting

I've been staring at that painting
On the wall
But the lights are too dim
And the food is so good
The waitress is so pretty
With the narrow waist
And those wide hips
The music is too jolly
And the waitstaff wants me to leave
She brought me a check
And she smiled
And said,
"I'll be yourcashier when you're ready."
And I can't tell what that
Picture on the wall
Means.

Dead Fog

Stirring the fog
Which buries the trees
And I within
These forest walls
A touch in the stillness
A breath from behind,
Below
Surrounds
Pushing on through the density
The hanging air
Barely aware of it now
Removing my perception
Dangling my fears
Out of reach
A breath; a breeze
A touch; the wind
Which hangs still
Lurking
As I move through it
Watching
Purpose unknown
And fate concealed
Amongst the mist
I push through
It holds its breath
Towards the falling edge

Co-Dependant

Again I say
Again, you turn away
Carried upon tides
I seem to come and go
Investing deeper still
The stillness, vested, holds
Sway the truth
Bend the vines of hope
Creaking with our vice
Again I say
Again, you turn away
And do not grasp
Falling into the void
Trouble takes the heed
Leads the blind
By their own thoughts
Betrayed
Grinds the soul
To be

Twilight

Twilight comes the dusk
To nightfall, to dust
In spirit and mood, it must
Constraint the light, and thrust
Into a deepened dark
Asleep the meadowlark
A deepened pang to hark
Sapience, debark
Into a bitter mood
The bellows of incertitude
In the dark, true thoughts are hued
Untainted, untampered, and crude
Cruelty does its best
Puts insanity to the test
So once again, I digress
Twilight comes the sordidness