Perhaps Love

Perhaps Love

Perhaps Love is but a fable
Found only in the lines of prose
Where honored breath is proof able
Evince Spirit of Bliss repose
Perhaps Love is just thoughts we weave
In benignity of our dreams
Blackened fruit whitewashed to deceive
Malady that plagues us it seems
Resolve tears of useless passion
Tell the suffering Heart's tempest
It's cherished dreams futile fusion
Thunder not within kindly breast
For no scene is lasting when deceived
'Twas memory cast's a careless eye
Woe, thy vacant lament received
Image of Hope should pass on nigh
Perhaps Love is so allusive
As the moon that chases the sun
Glimpsed in twilight's exclusive
Dispelled away by Destiny undone

Crawl Inside The Wall

Crawl Inside The Wall

Crawl Inside The Wall
Take this crumbled wall
That has been toppled over with time
Brick by brick removed with the spreading of words
My wall carefully erected grouted strong and tall
Weakened and eventually destroyed
Leaving the path, the access to me
Open in plain view

While the bricks were removed one by one
I knew I was alive


Now each coarse broken and level with the dust
There is no place to hide, no way to regain my cover
How can I feel such shock when I knew what would happen
If the wall came down and I were to be exposed

Now you hurt and I am destroyed
My weakness allowed you to down the wall


Slap the mortar in my face, make it sting
So I might remember the feeling of being alive

Bury me inside the wall
Build it strong so it cannot again fall
I cannot see nor can I hear from inside the bricks
My body will die and my heart will harden
Please help me crawl inside the wall

Venom

Venom

There are miles between
the bowl and me.
miles
full of burning sand
where the insects sting
and heat enough to
scorch the splinters of
innocence
fills the nostrils and
rapes the mind.

they say I could die here,
where skeletons grin.
Die
with dust in my lungs
dry and brittle...
still I walk,
hungry
to know the healing of
the amniotic sac-
golden beyond the miles of sand

secert/when i dream

secret

I am like a special secret,
you whisper in someones ear,
I am a special breeze,
a beautiful deer.

Don't ask me any questions,
and I won't tell you any lies,
Just whisper special secrets,
and stare into your eyes.

Feel this breeze in your soul,
in your special soul.

When I dream

When I dream
I am closer
To believing all that I see
As real

Is Reality beyond logical truth of ticking time?
Is reality a moment of timeless infinity?
Have I been in that infinite
While I dream?

Are dreams cocktails
Of fantasies of chaotic unconscious,
And fancies and expectations
Of everyday life?

Isn't Life-Reality
The same cocktails
Of unconscious
Desires and response?

Then from where
The instantntly intuitive response
That I go through
While not dreaming,
Come from?

Isn't that "unknown"
A reality?

What it is like to die

What it is like to die

Agonizing pain
Haunting brain cells
Damaged by loving
Crawling on hands and knees
Blindly looking for extermination
Tears streaking a dirty face
Muddied by hope
Wails eerily filling darkness
As a pounding heart

struggles to stop

Ice daggers
Spearing the senses
Desensitizing defenses
Closing the eyes
Still seeing darkness

Names called out around you
None being yours
So you wait
And wait
And wait
Hearing breathing
Discovering it is yours
Describing living
Over and over
And over
Like this
Not knowing
What it is like
To die

I can only explain what it is like
To live
Listening and listening
And listening
For the approach
Then I can gladly tell you
What it is like to die

looking through the mirror

looking through the mirror

i see this girl, looking at me
she stares blankly and i start to see
shes scared, and hurt inside
she has nobody, no one to confide

she reaches down, pulls up a knife
she doesnt want to be here, and live her horrid life
she cant bare her pain anymore
she wishes she did this long before

for all her friends, she let down
her family stares with a frown
she knows they're ashamed of her
and in their eyes shes just a blur

now tears streaming down her face
she wants to leave with a trace
she takes the knife, lets the blood fall to the floor
she laughs and does it some more

i look away, as she begins to cry
i realize the tears falling from my eye
its so easy to forget, that the girl i call she
well that girl... is really me