Take back the pieces
One by One
Pretend not to notice,
I've come undone.

Empty vessels quiver and quake...


The uncertainty is gone and with it comes clarity, with it comes calm.  The sweetest moments get lost in satisfaction.  My mood is much lighter now. I think what I feared knowing is the very thing that set me free.

Strung up in phrases,
in hidden crimes.
Walking together,
Towing the line.
The darkness sheds light
on things forgotten
or left behind.

Silence the keeper

The one who stays near

Crush this sorrow

Destroy this fear

Hollow sounds echo 

Emotions and intent

My mind is now numb

my heart is now bent.

Anonymous faces

entangled in lies

will venture out tonight

The tide is high

We weave through the crowd

Desires undone
making ourselves seem big
waiting to succumb.

Filled up with fear and longing

Stumble over the jagged rocks, 

Try to reach the waters edge,

so you may swim in my sea,

Drown in my wake,

And drift lifelessly,

 in my tides.

Friend or Foe
Confide in me-
that which I do not know.
You're telling tales
Rendering the truth
A mix, a concoction,
of poisonous juice.

It's all about nothing and its importance is minimal.  I can see what I am. The reflection rippled and flawed. I'm fine with that, I'll embrace what I have, what I am, and what I will become.

Today is the 2 year anniversary of my father's death.  It's funny how time makes a traumatic event seem both distant and recent at the same time.  Death tends to make us regret all the little things we had done, or hadn't done. Combing over all the actions to remember the times we had hurt or wronged that person.  Guilt is the cross we bare for living, I suppose.  I was pretty intolerant at times. I regret that deeply, but at the same time it is really difficult to overcome some of the hurdles caused by his actions.  My walls were very high by the time he was really ready to be a father.  It doesn't make the hurt any less.  So today, I will remember my father.

Larry.
Gold tooth,
gold heart.
A warrior turned animal.
A wanderer, a roamer, a gypsy's soul.
No one can push you down now,
no one to fight.
You are free of all worries
You are free of your plight.
So gone now, but not forgotten
For when the "caw" is heard
You are not far,
You are remembered, as you wished.
A single Crow,
 a bird.

Caress the Night

Coax out the prize

You sit and wait

Silent and Haunting

Despise the moments

the words in between, 

the fingers,  the hands, 

the ripped and torn

Seams.

It'll spill out the reasons

the hidden crimes

It'll seize the silence

and drown out our cries.

We'll sew the seams and make the memories.  We only see what fits our dreams. The moments are filtered and whittled down to make our delusion come to life. My reality is not the same as yours. We each only see what we want.  Our desires misplaced and misread, we struggle through the maze of unseen passions. We will hunt for our souls in between every word that is said. We will falter at the touch of others, failing to recognize the connection made or lost. We can all be successful if we alter the goals. We can bend the words, and the wills then we surely can bend the goals.