Pyre of Passion

I suppose I’m quite intense
And, from a distance
My energy
can be overpowering
I imagine
That my flames must seem out of control
But I know
that fire doesn’t frighten you
It’s love that burns

Malnutrition

This wasting of my muscles and bones
the grievous duty of metals not found
and I find that the rain falls slow
and the sea cows are screaming
all swimming for freedom from me
and I don't know which way they are going
because I am too dizzy and weak to watch them go
You can scratch the surface of the grins
and all the words of well being
and find the sadness seeping through
this window pain of grays and blues
and think I am just exaggerating
because I've exacerbated all the sympathy
with my symptoms that never seem to wane
but now its all just given way and
my body just can't hold up the pace
and i'm sick and lonely and
I've been alone this whole time
in this island of a place

A note from your sister...

She wrote me yesterday
To tell me that she remembers the way
that we were all there for each other
in some way or another
and I cried when I read it
because it reminded me too
that I miss her and your brother and nephew
and most especially I miss you
and I'm crying right now in fact
as I write these words all down
and the mourning comes late
because soon we'll be five hours away
and it will be a few years before
we see each other again
there was a time when you were my best friend
and now it hurts us both to talk
but it hurts me more to think we might not
I love you and my love always lives on
Be well and good luck

release me

Can I scratch you from my brain?
With my nails the dirty deeds.
Will your image ever go away?
I'm tired of your face and
losing my sense of relief.
Peel back this rotting skin
to find what's beneath
Remnants of the thoughts of
how you might need me, you see,
my knees will surely get dirty but
I still might just beg you to leave me.
Here I am at the end of your rope
and the chair underneath is breaking

A song sketch

Our dreams and another green tea
You think we can make this? i don't know...
I'll give up my dress and my ring
but warm water's waiting

and my skin is drying out
and the kitchen clock's going crazy
and time keeps speeding along
one day you'll look up and its gone

There are some things that I can't explain
like the way that I see you in this light
Maybe I've just gone insane
but you look like you need me

and I see in your eyes that
you see a future in mine
and it scares you to the bone
but one day we'll both know
in time we'll both see

My love is too large for this world

My love is too large
it's too big and too broad
It soars like a bird
and reaches out to the stars
You could wrap the universe three times
There would still be love to spare

Waiting for the tide to come in

Found an old one... seems a bit apropos currently...

Standing on the shore of uncertainty,
watching the waves of the future crash off in the distance
I am lost as I look out
trying to discern which wave I will ride
which boat will be mine
I am standing here waiting for the tide

Dragging dirty derailleurs across the field while you carry my limp body hanging by a thread in your eye
Well the gears are not turning and the wheels are not spinning and you are splitting my hairs with your fears and reprise
You know once there were many, there were plenty of men and now the water is dry so I'm looking to her
And maybe she won't be better, but I'll let her come close and if you ever get bored you can gallop beside
And you know that I know you, and you know me quite well but you are missing the point while you shoot at the mouth
and the blanks that were loaded suspiciously have exploded and the mess and debris will still bury our sound

Lonely planets

We live in foreign worlds
and
we come from worlds more foreign still
crossing lines that restrict
one life from the next
this world is more real
We close your blinds
and
close our eyes
so the sun can't reach us here
So this dream sleeps on
un-shattered and
our secret can be safe
until

Come out of the darkness little one

Child be still, you've no need to cry
You should know that I love you
You should know that they tried
You've come to shine truth
And you will become strong
And it works out you know
And your life will be long
Come out of your corner
And step into the sun
Reflect light from your eyes
Hold my hand little one
I am the mother you lost
I am the friend that you need
I love you like no one
So let go of your fear
You've much work to do
To bring love to the world
But our love is no good
when your wounds are not cured
So here is your bandage
and a kiss for to heal
the hurt in you heart
that still feels so real
There is nothing you need
That your own love can't fill
So now is the time
To climb over this hill
So come out of the darkness
and step into the light
it's time to let go
the time has arrived

Rooted

This tree, this life,
roots growing from the sky to the sea
dancing across the picture plane of my mind
tell me this story of how it grew?
The branches extend in every direction
There is nothing they don't connect to
Vines for us to swing from
Will you play with me here?
It's as safe as anything is
We can paint a flower over there
Or we can just lay on this sweet grass and watch
As the tree grows

To all the artists in the world...

We are producing in a world of over production
We are taught to create like robotic monsters
It is the product, we call it the "work",
in reality it is the commodity that the art world
can make into a collector's fetish,
to sell you then to enslave you by
so that you keep to the same style
So you can be recognized and valued higher
but the people who end up with the money
are never the artist
it's the capitalist art market traders who cash in
but we keep up a self-preserving rhetoric
to convince ourselves that what we are making
is somehow important, somehow deserving
of attention, recognition, even fame and fortune
and the question I keep churning over
Is why?

Perseveration...

My thoughts are like a broken record
needle jumping over the same sentence
over and over and over and over
the image that accompanies is still and never moves
its an image of you
and my head is hurting from the replayed narration
some story in my head that can't be real
that will never be true
and I can't seem to stop the damn player
it's making me feel quite crazy,
but I know
that its an obsessive behavior tic
like an eye twitch
or when I check the same sites on the internet
or when I open the refrigerator door
twenty times or more

Your performance is unwelcome..

You write helpless on your forehead in black ink
You throw clammy hands to the sky asking
why me, god, why am I a victim to the demons in my mind?
You receive no reply and you can't conceive the reason
You write "forgive me" on my wall to fish me in
then make me watch while you vomit the death you ingest
and you wonder why I run in horror
You have invisible strings that no one is holding
but you blame your misgivings on dark angels and jesus
on addiction and depression on anything but you and your choices
You make up stories then expect that everyone else should abide
You make fate your puppeteer and faith your only vision
and you enjoy your cave of destruction and pain
so for once just own it

Random haiku...

Orange clouds rain from
purple sky valley below
You balance raindrops

Alone in a lonely city
Attempting to make the most of the days
But by the nights feeling like there's something missing
This will change soon I know
It's just an emotional thing to be alone
In an unfamiliar place
With unfamiliar people
And a difficult time in general breaking in

Some poems that have been hiding...

bunch of poems from the past

Repentence
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I hurt you
I know
What I did was not that extraordinary, though
Many people have behaved in similar ways
When confronted with the truth of how they feel
To tell someone you love that you no longer believe
In a dream that was shared, only not for real
not so much shared, but tossed back and forth between
Like most of the dreams
Between us
It's the truth that hurts the most
And so I was trying to live a lie,
And I thought I could come to believe
In us
Enough to make it true
Believe like I once did,
That you were the one I wanted to share my life with
Forever
But we did share life together
for some time
And forever is as forever does
And now you know what was hidden in me
And I know that we're over
I’m sorry that I hurt you
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First words on screen
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At this moment...
You are filling out the pages of my dreams
With just one stroke of your keys
I get the sensation of you
Your energy carried through
Electrical impulses of this computer screen
Your picture becomes deceptively real in an instant
You, typing from such a far off distance
Suddenly I am awakened to your magnetic field
and I can feel magnetism when I imagine you
You have been in my periphery for years
Sometimes I enjoy watching you from the fringe of your life
Feeling a connection to what you stand for and what you do
Remembering feeling a connection to you



Alone with words
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The arousal of words blending together
In a harmony of sounds that drip and dip
And sounds that blast and bang
And letters that slip and stumble
A symphony of consonants and vowels
Wrapping around each other
Intertwining and pulsating
Laughing and screaming
connected by the tongue
These words are alive and breathing
One resting gently upon the next
Snuggling together to create a warmer sound
A sound that glows and radiates
The calm that follows poetry in motion
Then the deep and quiet sleep
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Short and sweet
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Your eyes, your lips
A salty kiss
With sweaty hands
And dirty grips
Another night
Best to stay in
And close my eyes,
Imagine this

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Solar eclipse
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I was hiding
Covering my fire with cold craters
Beautifully aligned to disguise behind the newness of the moon
So strangely distant
My warmth once removed
I grew stronger in that shadow
Emerging re-birthed
Open
Free
No more guarding my intensity
My flames reaching far
Energy to burn
The arrival of a new day
New life
The phoenix never dies
But once in a while
The sun hides
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My tattoo
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You burn,
branded into me
Your mark made without a stroke
But still I wear your name upon my breast
You are written in the script of my dreams
You are me
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A strange meeting
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The years have passed like water through stones
And we have both had our share
Of being stoned
Of time distorted through the hourglass bend
Being buried under sand
Rivers rushing past
It’s good to know you now
We are past recovery road
And this intersection of our lives
Has been a nice peaceful rest before we go our separate ways
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Blankets
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Flying over the blanket of cotton
that drapes the sky
I remember my leg draped over your thigh
I remember my arms holding tightly to your chest
Holding you so that I could rest
Behind me are those memories
And before me a picture I've never seen
And a story I've not yet told
And I wonder if I will hold you once more
When tomorrow becomes yesterday
And both of our stories unfold
And we lie beneath a blanket that hides us from the world
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