climbed a hundred times.

they know that special place…

for you.

for you and only you…

Alive- An Emty Plate

she stood staring emptily into space / she emptied her mind of all thoughts of home and food? / And she had to steal food just to stay ali…

time never began.

beyond any vision we can imagine…

listen.

i have yet to have someone listen to me…

i wish.

i close my eyes…

short poems.

the freedom they offer…

my silence.

a world where i am free…

you.

hidden away in my heart ever so close…

i’m done.

today i end the pain…

doesn’t matter.

it’s more than what you are in love with…

sneaking up on 60.

and friends and lovers who were by no means real…

my goals.

my tomorrow, never my yesterday…

making of the artist.

and person is replaced with artist…

rejection.

those who reject you just for the evidence of reaction…

twist.

that simple dynamic that we all seek so desperately…

gone.

and i miss you…

i love art.

i envy a great artist…

idle time.

when used in such a foul way…

maze.

to one friend and then another…

Tearing Me Apart

You’ve got me pressed up against a wall again. We’ve discussed this so many times in the past. I don’t know what else to …

Sparrows and swallows

come find and uncage me now

no regrets.

wishing things were different…

great life.

it’s a great life…

and it hurts.

when ill-tempered and unrehearsed words wound others…

slipping away.

i now understand what must be done…

courage.

i have lost some of those qualities…

images of you.

i record my images of you…

wait.

for each and every one…

i age.

and my opinions mean less…

lost love.

i cannot wish upon my dreams…

hate.

why is there hate…

hope.

the victory will not be yours…

hidden away.

sad that you bury so deep…

the problem.

questioning yourself is not the problem…

alone with myself.

you can take away my music…

shows up.

life just shows up…

Our Earth that unites.

One Planet, One Home, One Hope,

silence.

but most of all i love the silence in life…

how much time?

i don’t know how much time there is…

fit.

who guided us to kindness…

at home?

and love and hate coexist…

9.11

i want to dream of tomorrows…

sunrise.

from this we get morning…

if.

if i were a sighted man…

sunflower.

that it is just as frail, and as fragile…

ask.

do you ever sit and dream of what could be?…

her ocean

he knew when he met her / that he had walked / into an ocean. / he knew that his search / was over. / everything that lay tattered and tor…

evil.

its opposite and evil twin…

my mother.

from the woman who tortured my heart as a child…

just words.

can you paint with compassion…

so what?

between futility and fate…

my dad.

the greatest friend i ever had…

my first epiphany.

i can’t believe…

sick.

a slow, debilitating complaint…

see.

if i were a blind man…

journey.

to faces and smiles unknown…

HOPE (is a long way from home)

I long to touch what is out of reach, / I long to hear what I can only read, / I long to kiss what I cant see. / I crave your light when I’…

my cat.

what a lazy little tart she is…

out of my mind.

silently, to me alone, it speaks…

see.

if i were a blind man…

why wait?

why silence, when you could protest…

selfish act.

not enough moments to restore the spoil of my selfish act…

and it hurts.

funny how misspoken words,,,

can.

before you can…

magical land.

i want to take you to a magical land…

so anonymous.

how do such tiny beasts…

who isn’t next?

if next really meant what it seems to mean…

WHERE IS MY HOME, LOVE?

Let these walls drip with color; / let this roof explode with stars; / let sea waves crash against my door.

truth.

are my lies your truths? are my truths your lies…

except.

that took thousands of years to perfect…

beyond the soul.

first it robs you of your smile…

answers.

what path shall become my way…

Daddies Not Coming Home

A tear runs down her face. Daddies not coming home. He’s gone without a trace. Daddies little girl is now left alone.

ago.

the sweet smell of a fresh rain…

why wait for fate.

this is my last day and i own it…

crest.

when life is as worthless as death…

ugly.

on a point of departure not unlike the norm…

Truth Be Told

Don’t Believe the bullshit they spit out at you. Only part of what they say

no matter.

death comes…

bottom line.

any teachings of any god…

art is art.

while art requires the heart…

no need.

i only pray that someday…

bandit.

and now i miss you for it…

keep it simple.

ok…

emotion.

i prefer solitude over companionship…

truths.

are my lies your truths…

go away.

you have been rejected by me…

one of few.

i have very few reoccurring loving memories…

answers.

will it be one that reaches far into my world…

fools.

let fools…

A Desert Kiss

It all happened so long ago, very few still tell the tale. A Tale much like a fairytale. A Girl, Skin so Pale. A Man, Very much a male.

doubt.

the benefit of the doubt…

all.

the whole world…

dream.

that seem so impossible…

friends.

i have some good friends…
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