Armor-all

With drugs for everything
And defended borders,
With homes controlled for
Air and dust,
With water clean
And food prepared by expert hands,
With warm showers, and fire
on cold nights,
With cars to take us from here to there
And laws to keep us safe,
With glasses to improve vision
And others to prevent glare,
With pensions, disability, and medicare,
With underwear, outerwear, overwear,
With coats of other animals skin,
And shoes of cow and snake,
With watches to tell time
And phones to communicate.
With planes to bring us home,
And liquor to take us away,
With computers and televisions,
And TIVO's and double paned glass,

In the safest times in humankind
Our loneliness doesn't change.

Humanity

To those seeking answers,
I forfeit this knowledge;

We are and we will not be.
What is, is what is.

To Live

From wishes
Borne of air and hope
To have one;
Surreal and unattainable:

To in these hundred
Years I am given
To live a thousand lives
And die a thousand deaths.

Gift

Beacon in the gray
With the stumpy toes.
I will thank you
Some day.

First

The first day
Without remembrance
A beautiful sin.

I am ant.
That carries worries.
That works for beliefs
I didn't make.
That follows kings
Morals, money, culture.
That dies before
My feet have left
An imprint.

Who knew?

Who knew the candor
The rhythm and banter
The call and the song
Silent or trumpeted

Who knew the solace
The wars that bear fruit
The grace of one part
And scents so apart.

Who knew how
It came and now
How its gone.

Eyes

New england winter
In smoke

A girl he knew
In song

Indian summers
In silk

His first date
In sea salt

Remembrance is scent, sound, touch and taste.

Sight among the five
As prose, speaks loud
And says nothing.

After

After her
He found their song,
Her flaws
And their charm.

Blackberry Amnesia

The repetition of emails for fear that you didn't send them from you blackberry.

Holy Land

Let's each of us
Who has no holy home
To fight for with words,
Swords, and dollars

Thank the Gods of
Those who do, for not
Hanging that noose
On us.

I walk to the train again
Read, watch, prepare again
Work, talk, lunch again,
Ride home again to untouched
Sheets that smell only of me
Alone again I'm whole again
Away, away, away.

It comes back
Hope and kindle and flame
Grows it grows and grows and grows it grows
I to smoke and burns and pain
To bank and games and world outside
Again, again, again.

To speed again
To forgetful fits and starts
And midnight calls
To talk and talk and talk
Time lost again.

Remembrance

Remembrance as lemonade
Has different flavors
When squeezed in different palms.

Girl 2

Her blemishes
Prevent summary
A thousand
Nights with her
Another.

Words

Words from anger
Sound sweeter sung
Than from grace.

Tramp

That tramp
A wall with words
Like teeth

That bite
That bleed
But do not stain

Her victim's
Gaze.

Girl

Innocence is the
Most alluring demon,
With ignorance so
Close behind.

Oxygen and sulfur
Can fill a vacuum
Just the same.

Its the face of kindness
After suffering that
I admire. A smile
while bleeding.

Patterns

She crosses her legs
To the right away
But leans in
And ties up her hair

She speaks spanish
But looks like she speaks Polish.

One would be generous
To call her ordinary.

But her place in the dregs
Makes her alluring in
The way an old pub is.

And suddenly she has anger
She owns it. He teeters as her
Force grows. Is he wrong?
Or is that the feeling of
Intimidation?

He tires and wishes she
Was madly in love with him.
Casting away the mist of words
That reject any thought of
Commitment.

The gift of thought is
Wasted on men.

The difference

The difference between a man and a warrior is a warrior takes everything as a challenge and a man takes everything as a blessing or a curse. - Anon

He writes

He writes like
He once did
On another 13th
And remembers
The same tone
Of witholding
His soul.

Tie

How can the boy dissappoint
And say that to be bound
Repulses - not for freedom
Or wanton escapades but
Rather for the right to dream
Of sultry evenings and
Childish nights.

The 4 Vows

Though sentient beings are inumerable - we vough to save them

Though our evil desires are limitless
We vow to rid ourselves of them

Though the teaching is limitless
We vow to learn it all

Though it is unattainable
We vow to attain it.

Train Men

The old men have
Train wives
To supplement theirs.

Women that have defects
Like acne or thinning hair.
They wouldn't take
At home,

But make great fodder
Here for banter and smiles.

Train station

The sleeping dead
Arisen from the catacombs
In a thud thud down
The stairs.

Glistening heads
And monkey suits
Sip, lift, read, frown
Chatter stare.

Fat girls with bread and
Old men with train wives
Smile, nod, croon,
Flatter, but don't dare.

Alms

In
Three words
A promise.

Whispered.

His eyes mist
Autumn rich.

A fillet of hope.

Three beats...

Could
have
been.

Late August Night

How seldom it is
That the wind lets leaves rest
Autumn in full bloom.

Among

Among all things, love
Like all natural calamities
Among all things, stands
Alone.

Sedan Days

What beleaguers me is the shame
Of ordinary suffering. If it were
The work for books or tales
For details gruesome, I would
Enjoy it.

What does one say to the sedan
Of suffering? Common, plain, consistent...

Love pined
Work long
Pain throbbing
What boredom.

Perhaps something creative?
A beheading or a good quartering
Would spice up the story.
Then I could cast aside the steadying hand
And focus with heart on the sorrow.

Stories

The stories are the same
For those who fight, for believers
In the faith. Born of the same
Mothers with brown eyes and fear,
They clambor for their own right.

As the world is torn and the idealism
Of our fathers has been stolen from
Their sons.

Thursday In.

Fireflies green and leaves
The evening is for insects
The city may call,
But home simply has to wait.

Meaningless? Hopefully.

Had a dream that I was dodging the momentum guy from xmen and had to jump off a building - side note I kept asking him why me and he kept saying "you's there" and I woke up thinking "poor english" - anyway so the gay indian kid from weeds turned out to have super powers and saved me.

Esse 3

He stopped sitting
As sitting brought thoughts of her.
But standing seems to do the same.

Not

He is not the out
Nor the in he once thought.
Wait and he will be.

Fly

Oval window, tight seat
Hurtling in a steel tube.
And a saffron sunset.

Profile

Profile of a girl not
Un-pretty. She switches seats.
My heart betrays me.

Passive

She was stoic like
Those I grope for attention.
When she broke - a flood.

Pretty Girl

Sometimes we look for
Simply a glimmer of hope.
Small cries in the night.

Cookies

After seeing that movie
I wanted to smell like cookies
Perhaps she likes them.

Boy

New paths cut from vines,
Spring showers calm the noon throb
Thorn bites bleed at dusk.

Factory

The sound of filing
Grease stained men
A hammer louder
And louder still.

The heat from machines
The heat from a window, open.
Small steel bowls
Formica Formica Formica.

Paper, walls, desks, all yellow.
A lady who has the scent of heat
Steel lockers and now
Clack, clack, clack...of what?

A hope torn
From a small
Man.

Golf Day

Salt, lime and dirt
Grass green, brown earth, and sky blue
To the goose; I'm sorry.

True

In his absence she
With almond eyes cast down
Drought burned grass

Summer

When silence breaks
The habit of longing
Strange humor; new man.

Saturday

Shit shows,
Summer evenings,
Thunder, and thick
Green leaves.

:)

New mornings
With callouses and
Dirty shoes.

Cuffs green and brown
On white khakis.

New mornings.

Not-here Man

A smile in his stumble
A sideways stitch
A far-away-ness in
The blue of his crippled walk.

A morning is just a morning
When getting out of bed
Is a matter of physics.

Love

In her seat
Sits impossible.
And beside her
Never ever.

And in rationality
I chose another life
Yet still long for one
With that possibility.

His Proud Tear

The boy who fought
The urge to wipe the tear
From the crest of his lip

Wore the brand with
Pride and would not rest
Till he showed the world

The tear that spoke of pain.
Oh halt the cars and walking
Men who dare to look away.

The boy is in pain today!
What horrid suburban calamity
Tore the fabric of his reality?

The boy who fought the urge
But couldn't win.
Who wandered back to smiles

Even if the force of will
Returned him again and again
The meandering mind got best of him

And action, tears, led to reaction
A swipe of hand and alas!
No more tear to brandish.

Good Boy! Good Boy.

They speak grandly
Of firm foundations
Of rock solid men
And women of force.

And then, they speak
Of God. This imaginary friend.
This great and soulful despot.
Their foundations.

What if men stand higher
On sand than cement?
What if it matters more
That the sand is soft
Than that the cement is
Strong?

What if the lie works better
Than the bloody reality?

What if it's not how
But how many times
You try?


The penitent man
Is an amnesiac.
But he just may be
Right!

Taste

Little winds
Flutter the first green
On spring twigs

And carry over
With a silken chill
On skin prickly with
buds.

Slide quietly into
The space no longer
Another.

Fear

He would not walk
In wet concrete
If he had sod or stone.

When it sets
He waits for rain.

Fear

To think,
If fear were killed
As easily as men.

Help

I have been trying to come up with something that Bush could do that would surprise me. Please help.

On His Grave

He was certain.

The Price

Guilt is not as expensive
As a life lost chasing false generosity.

The road isn't cleaner or dirtier
When you are walking alone.

To the Fearful

Smile at yourself
Its cheaper than therapy.

To The Serf

The pain isn't what it seems
Shrouded by detail and kept
Clean by righteousness.

The hoe may be lighter
Than the scepter or the cane.

To The King

When they guild your throne,
When your callouses are healed,
When the dream becomes the now
Memory will protect you.

To The King

When you are reaching for the stars,
Don't forget you are standing at the edge of a mountain.

Taxi Driver In Madison

My grandfather was a farmer. He was, and maybe I am, I am, well he was my grandfather and I was only eight. So he bought a tractor finally. It was his first tractor. And he's driving it and is, there's a ditch in front of him, and he starts screaming whoa! whoa! Heh. He found the brake just before he hit the ditch.

Back

Come here
So many familiar faces
Come back
Play for free
Come back
The difference is clear
Ben campbell had a problem
Come back
Extraordinary things
Bringing down the house
Come back
At first you play
Come back
Practice
Come back
Rhythm
Come back
Poker stars
Come Welcome back
Welcome back
Come back
There you are
I'm back.

Present

A chance
To know
My breath
Against my chest
In bed.

Tonight

Sleep comes

With swords

Tonight.

Love

Love is but

Love is not

Love.

I am Dream

I am the dream
Who fights and pulls
Who claws and kicks
Who sings of love
And cries blame.

I am the dreamer
That dreams that dream
That sits in silence
That is here now
No man nor self.

Oooh!

Edging out
Shuffling feet
Looking at the light.
Not believing.

I got time
Chances are
What a life
What a life.

I got it.
I lost it.
I got it
I got it.

More here
Than not.
What a novel phase.
What a life.

What a life.

Naive!

Frail friend in me
Who speaks appeasement,
Rise up and cross beyond
The pavement.

Feeble kneed
In a game with cruel boys,
Clamber up the gravel hill to
The sycamore.

Stand and cherish those
Curses thrown at your chafed hide
Naive, Wuss, Cry baby - hold tight in
The wind.

At Last

At last
In bed
To mind without

At last
To breath
In and out.

At last
The day
And lights...off.