All that we are
Is flux.

Just the ebb and flow
Of instable energy.

And so goes our mind
And from it, all else.

Convinced as barbarians
That we can capture
The sun.

One & only, or...

You...anyone.
I stick to the idea,
Relish the feeling,
Regret the loss,
As if there were
Loss.

I am.

Humanity,

Stitched from a patchwork of banality
Erupting into a rich palette of color
Because of the inevitable stumble
Brought on by the push and pull
Of animalistic emotionality
Calling forth complexity
By mixing the carnal
With the conscious;
Creating our mind.

Child

You tear the seam
That binds the wound
With warm utterances.

The ulcer festers
To be rebound
With glue and gauze.

Better to unlisten
To unlearn the smell and sound
Of your 'kindness.'

Life Well Lived

Optimism,
Cynicism,
Compassion.

Smile!

There's nothing like a smile
To remind you of the emptiness of it all.

That Din.

And that din of silence:
Of my own
Criticism, encouragement, indifference.

The noise of humanity
Crass, containing
Words from street corners,
From bars, from dreams.

The ink always bleeds
Into the moments between
Breaths.

We fight for that heartbeat
Of release, into the world...
The autumn chill,
The breeze through
A copper beach.

Until once more...
The reverberations.

Sound off.

The world's so much
Lonelier with the sound off.
...When the screen stops flickering.

Cars dart on nearby streets
Taunting me.

And I once more,
Fight the din of silence.

Privacy

Privacy is just another word
For solitude.

Take my thoughts,
IF you'll have them,

But accept them as they are,
Undressed and crude.

Adult

What if it's that we
Just stop looking?
That we stop
Walking in lost.

The wonder of youth
Wiped from our minds
By clutter
Not clarity.

Walking alone

Arm's length.
Soul's core, pitted.

For what?

Cause women want Prada?

Cause I want The Four Seasons?

Thread count, gold karat, diamond clarity.

Penthouse, fast cars, powerbooks.

French wine, honeymoon in Hawaii, Tourbillon.

Clawing, clambering, competing. Careening

...toward...

True Love

True love
In the emptiness
Between you and I.

With or without
You and I.

:)

What is

Is not

But is

What is

And not

Another.

Bound

The pitter-patter

Of young thoughts

Waiting to become

Worries that bind me

To the day.

Savages

What life
Without a beast to slay,
Can eek out
Joy?

ZH

Her right shoulder
Spidered blue and red,
Kept in labyrinths deep,

Seeps out in visions;
An unrelenting fog
Rising for no one.

The Pull

I step

Cautious,

But slide

On your smiles

You lean in

Then pull back,

Afraid of

Again.

We tell secrets

Wise men would hide,

And fall forward

Glad we aren’t wise.

Knots

All roads end
In knots.

Staccato joy.
What we seek

Found and lost
And found again.

Which road
Will I lie myself
On to?

Images I become.

Lone eagle.
Nesting father.
Social royal.

All laced with
The same
Staccato joy.

Lost and found

And lost again.

All roads end

In knots.

Good Shit.

Sitting alone,
He says I love you,
And she doesn't even exist.
But he smiles anyway.

Learnin

He learns that
To be a man
He must lie
To himself.

Circumnavigate

The boy dreams,
Fills with hope and
The dread of loss.

What will to
Choose a grin
Against his mind.

What ease in it
Without his mind.

Becherovka

The stage is empty

But for our bullshit.

The clouds, clouds.

The trees, trees.

A word, just a word,

And today is not yesterday.

We are free.

4:36 am

Strike,
As hammer,
Sudden.

One,
Not two.

Longing.

walls

Would you fall for

The second man &

The sardonic grin

And the regular face?

And if you could,

Would it last?

Would you trust?

And why should he?

And if you did?

And if he did?

Can you be the one

Who loses herself

But isn’t lost?

Can I?

To Women

With smiles of steel
And eyes that pierce
A hardened heart.

With smirks that steal
And looks that cut
Through vaults.

With grins that seal
The men set in their sights
In moments.

What art to take
What isn't yours
And fill with color
A sallow heart.