[city lights]

me and the extremes;
comin down and so much closer than you think.
between the candle and the flame,
we put away the smoke and pick things up again.
take away the night and the sun;
heaven is here between the lines of love.~

come strange to me

come strange to me, these were shades of life turning in my window without me there.
i’ve come fretful of the shadows on the wall, not the hope once drawing circles in the dark,
fading in upon dreams i’d swear to embark;
i’d swear don’t swear -
these dreams are never quite whats there,
but come strange to me, and whisper in the shades, a peaceful air. ~

[shored]

these deserted searches
for the self,
drift as is compliant
with the tide.
these reverted senses
of whats good,
recovered by a comber
of a storm & shore collide.~

[tree]

colors change;
pain fades.
muted with maturity,
rooted with purity;
i've known no other rarity
than these times.
seasoned with growth,
choked not by former oaths;
be my oak.
feed my ground.
the alms of alma
know no bounds.~

[irony & wine]

Don’t act like you don’t know me.
I eye you,
knowing;
and for what you’ve done you owe me
to just be fucking normal for once.


Don’t stare at me like that,
like you’re so San Francisco.
I know where you’ve been,
and there’s no gas lamps or disco
3 miles into shoveling snow -


There’s no… yah there was no.
Yah, you know,
about pulling back the throttle -
the last drop coursing down the bottle -
about the time the lights went out;
the doors shut, closed.
we discovered new outs in our fucked up pose.
dreaming just to live, dying just to love, or know how.
I’m learning but you’re still something I could live without.


like you now;
same as before,
just a longer neck, a sexier sway.
you found a way to sell what you couldn’t give away.
because the poor know enough about being needy;
but the rich know too much about being greedy
and so you stain the weakness in the glass
of the promises they make,
counting every crack as you watch their futures break -
promises they never should’ve made.


So I eye
the casual approach in your disguise.
I’ll not be fooled by your social glue,
or give in to what held my glass for you.
you dilute the pain,
but you’re just a sleepless night.
you don’t comfort me…
unless I’ve already given up the fight.
toast to the spirit of a seasonal night
the sparkle in the smile of an otherwise

practical light. ~

[tredge]

the static prevailing clears in clouds,
smoke edged clarity of once upon;
a time will come, a now we’ll know-
for now we know...
this tredge through thick and patient days,
fog (so far) rolls in my heart.
I walk through time and I’m alive.
In you I feel alive.

[more like one]

i'd like to believe in something
no one could take away,
or tinge, or fade into other schemes of faith.
i am a believer, but i believe outside the box.
there is a God inside and out;
with us whether we are there or not;
not to take away but to contribute.
i'd like to believe that through something we become
more like one. more like Him. more like One. ~

[arid eye]

nothing to wipe from your vacant apathic eyes;
no water to collect, just whimpers for affect
lack of tide to me, no rain no bow no cry;
no shore to line the isle, the ithaca, the eyes.
the stoic in your step stammers at my soul.
the depth of such amazing tears, no cry could ask for more.
carry on the mess of depthlessness and blame me for the chaos if you must.
watch the sand as it hits my shore...
those dreams were made of dust,
collecting in clumps behind closed doors.~

[relief]

shamed by my presence, alone,
i slept in the graces of God tonight
and welcomed the love as it lives in You.
impeccable, God, your love...
thank You; i cannot forgive Your time.
Lord God, You give me strength
and a beauty that is all mine. ~

[ribbons]

God seeks
ribbons through the heart
traces the depths for intentions
i pray to be forgiven
goodness and light crept
felt through fate
of chapters, words, lines, run-ons~

[virtues]

Your time;
should i have taken it so quickly?
but Your love;
the crown, the jewels -
forgive me God but i keep You in mind.~

[to the premature love]

to the premature love -
don't worry,
it will all work itself out.
nothing can grow
without time to breathe
and nothing will show
until we've learned how,
to let each other know:
not to worry;
it will all work out.~

[avenue]

havin' down the avenue -
down so far...
kept in the graces of face value;
pain so old with pain,
splinters down the spine of someone new.
time gets borrowed; borrowed time.
my home belongs to a heart not so oh so ziploc blue.~