Dear Friend

My Dear Friend,

I think of you more than I should.
It's come to the point where you
fill my mind; each day more and more
till I think of nothing else.

I want you to take me into your
arms. Take me into your cold embrace
and hold me till the morning comes.

I know now, however, we cannot meet.
Now now at least.
It would destroy them all and all
they've known.

One day I'll see you, take your hand,
embrace, and you'll take me to my home
of peace.

Rest.

Stolen Sun

Taking
        the light from inside,
through
        my mouth,
to hold
        it in my hands
to look
        at it and examine it
closely.


You
        walk in on me and
find me
        holding the light
deep inside my hands
        that are clasped so tight,
hiding
        it away from your
dark, prying, stealing eyes.


Tearing
        it from my palms
it scalds
        yours
and sets you ablaze.


When I get
        the light back, to put it back
inside,
        instead of tasting sweetness,
now,
        only the
biting
        bitterness of
your ashes.

The Torn Homelessness

I no longer belong.

The home
I left,
the home
I was sojourning to,

now


gone.



I find myself
awakened and alive
in a strange
new place,
strange
new time.

I'm now homeless;
a shambling
old
vagrant
with nowhere
but the road
(Kerouac's)
to lie my head,
to find my peace,
to still my aching heart,
to quiet my broken soul.


The

in between,

life
and
death,
day
and
night,
dream
and
awake,

is where
I've found I am to reside.

For now at least,
enwrap me in the
soft
golden
light
of the dead life.

Burn The Night

Your name
the lightning in my veins.
You
the fire in my lungs.

The silent roar
gives me hope
restores my faith in
what surely must be done.

When I speak,
invariably,
I’ll set myself ablaze;
murdering the night
and all the darkness
it holds dear.

Progeny

This is for the haggard posterity,
the ideas of life yet to come
yet to realize.

Look at the lives we,
this collective ghost,
have lived;
the sins against
generations we've commited,
the lines of the history
books we've omitted.

Learn. Now.

Our mistakes
are not
to be yours.
Tread lightly in the footsteps
of our lies, my youth.

Home

For a lifetime now
Kerouac's Road
has been my home.
The cold hard concrete
where I rest my weary head.
The burning asphalt
where I lay down to die.

I'm yearning, aching,
to find rest,
to find peace
somewhere these old bones
can lie down for
one
warm night.

Wrap me up in
the old haggard ghosts
of the past.
I want the solace
their arms provide.

Light, breathe life into me.
Fill my veins.
Make this gilded heart
live
again.
"A heart that's made of gold
can't really beat at all."

Love take me home,
hold me in your breast
once more.
Welcome me home.
Kiss me to sleep
one
more
time.

Ashes To Ashes

From inside the ashes
I'll see the world.
Cast me adrift, consign me to
the will of the wind
the will of the waves.
The silent lonely earth
beneath
these cold gray feet.


From inside the ashes
I'll rule the world.
All
will come
from me.
New life
old death,
All
will be
of me.


From inside the ashes
peace will find me.
Millions of ages,
lifetimes from now

rest


from inside the ashes.

Soon

It's almost time.

The ghosts of the past are
lining up in the back of my throat,
ready to leap to a second death.

Maybe now they'll be gone,

leave,
and move
on.

This tired, dead heart will
finally
have peace.
Rest.

Now.

Meine Liebe

I wish I could have told you
I wish I would have told you.
The time now, is past.

You,
partly responsible
for awaking this
sleeping giant.

The giant has left now,
moved on.

I have a feeling
it's not too far

gone;

I can still feel the earth
tremble under it's steps.

Content

I fear I am become content;
tepid, stagnant,
rancid dead.

No Night

My eyes are wide
but I'm blind.
Darkness surrounds, and
I can't see,
seeping in
filling-

I'm choking
drowning
in
the
inky nothing.

Now I see.

Now
there was no
Night.

Now One

Intertwining and
interlocking souls
dancing in the dark
giving eachother
ghosts
of ourselves.

Dancing fingers, clasped hands,
tangled breath
tangled legs
tangled hearts

unraveling purpose
unwinding love.

Now

one.

Fitting Room

I left myself today
peeled back my scalp
and stepped right out.

For the first time in centuries
I was able to have a good stretch;
I'd forgotten how big I am.

How I'll fit in there in the second place
is now
lost
on me.

Tired Not Naked

Tired am I
of wearing a coat of white
over
black wool.
Revealing a skin of
false pretense
and deceit.

Rip it off!
Not slowly,
not sexy
just rip it off.

Strip down
piece
by
piece

all at once.

Tear out my heart,
wear it on your sleeve
as a badge of shame.

So very tired,
keeping up the facade
this charade of life

Tired each day

the fire growing
more and more
dim, faint,
Cold hollow shell
will soon remain,
with only tired ashes left.

The Creation

God brought all into existence in 6 days.
He took a day just for you.

For You

Dear You,

I need you to know what I feel inside of me tonight.
I wake up every morning giddy just to see your face,
to spend a little time with you; one hour or one minute
is all I need to get me through the day a little better,
a little sweeter when I'm next to you.

Your life and mine began here tonight. Two steps
and one kiss forever changed us-no longer two, just
one in love, together tonight forever in love.

When I wake up I'll get into my car and drive
to see you where yo work, to say "Good morning,
how are you?" To see the light that's in your eyes
puts a smile on my face, it's how I know we're
meant to be separate no more; now it is just
you and me. But no one's perfect, but you're
perfect for me.

I love you more than words alone
could ever hope to say.

--Me

All

All
Category: Life

All, everything,
I do
roars inside.
Can you hear it?

All my
waking breath
every aching step.
Can you see it?

All, everything,
I don't say-
can't say-
Can you feel it?

Divinity

What
is divine?
In an already
blinding existence,
how
does one
see
the light?

How
does one
find
the divine?

What
separates

and

differentiates

light
from
light?


I

See

Old
gray eyes
once black
once white,
crisp and sharp
now
dull and worn.

Sight of youth,
not yet gone
for good.

Now,
eyes shut

mind,

I see.

Hear

Roaring dawn
raging twilight


sound of light
sound of life
sound of love


It's a wonder
I can
hear anything at all

Always

Ten-thousand souls
to kiss your cheeks
to sleep
to kiss your eyes
goodnight.


My soul
the rushing wind.

Silent roaring light,
"Good morning, I love you."

"You"

You

are light.

You

are life.

You

are sound.

You

are soul.

You,

are poetry.

"Ramblings of 2:35"

And so it goes.
Our journey is now done.

For so many years we've traveled
side by side
matching, at times,
step for step.

Somehow along the way
however,
one of us broke stride.
Somewhere along the way the distance
between
us
grew.

Sometime, not long ago,
you vanished from my sight.

Someone no longer stands with me.
Alone now,


I am.


Something deep within me
now yearns for what is right.
Right in blind eyes and nothing more.
Right in ears now deaf
from shattering screams of
silence.

Long you whispered life to me,
and life flooded my veins.
Silence
pumps through me now,
ghosts of light haunt my heart.

Catch you up?
For now
I'll enjoy
the



solitude.

Leave

If I left today
walked away
and took a journey

What would I leave behind

bad or good
what would you find of me?
honor?

shame?

What would you see of me
to speak for me.
Torrid tales, sordid strife

Facade of life


Soul-prints, what do you see?

No coming back for me now
no
explain

Waxing Philosophically Upon Eating The Sunset

We were ancient when the worlds were new.

Twinkling
ideas of 'life-to-be' lighting up empty space;

slowly
filling the lonely void of absence.
We,
silently screaming
through the dark and empty night

leaving, simultaneously
both behind and in front of,
specters of ourselves

ever expanding
always ongoing.

Gone

I scream
inside needing you
to hear me.
A whisper from you
all I need.

It's been so long now
since I've heard
you, I've forgotten.

Now I need
you more than ever.
Am I too far
gone?

Flowing

Act:
I dive in. I dove in.

Flooded, the result of act
You, the cause of the act.
You
fill all of me
through all the rips and cracks.

Drowning, resulting result.

Generational Apathy

Some time ago I was in a Women's and Multi-Cultural Film class we watched the movie "Children of Men." If you haven't seen this I highly recomend it.

It takes place in the year 2027 and the end of mankind is soon. The human race has become infertile, and there haven't been any babies born for 18 years; as a result the world has all but collapsed and gone to hell, it's basically a distopia. But then a woman shows up who is pregnant. The premise of the film might sound strange but it is very powerful example of what the world could end up if things don't change-which brings me to my point.

After the film we were discussing it and it was brought to our attention that people are calling our generation a "generation of pacificts." That we don't care what happens to our world; we don't care about the environment, we don't care about the wars, and that we don't really care about the state of man.

Look at the "hippie"/"vietnam" generation. They saw problems, they wanted change. They wanted change and they had a voice. They had a voice and they used it.

Where's our voice? Sure there are some, but they're just whispers in the wind. Our world needs change. It needs change and it needs our voice, any voice. Right or wrong, black or white, up or down, it needs our voice; we need our voice.

Silence does nothing. Apathy does nothing.
Find your voice and use it. Scream it. This world is going to be our responsibility. We need to prove that apathy won't rule us. We have to use our voice to make the world better for the next generation. We need that hope. It's the hope that makes life worth while, makes it worth it.


Scream at the top of your lungs, use your voice.