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.