Rain

The resurrection of a puddle.
Cool... wet... Zen.
Liquid serenity;
I know not how to praise you.
Your tap against my windowpane;
drowsy... love sick.
My mind stirs against a hush,
and the only thing keeping me from you, is the will to move.

Abandon Everything

whatever the cost, it has it's purpose
everything fleeting and wondrous
all things passing to something else
it swells
it shrinks
but it moves always towards or away from something, or someone

abandon yourself if only for a fraction of your lifetime
see it through alien eyes;
my eyes... his, or hers
remember it was new to us all once
and then it ends as swiftly as it begins
so beautiful

Abandon everything...
just once
and then you'll know what it really is to be free

Grow

With preeminent desire and need
against a wall
against me

Feed

No Words

The pictures keep moving around in my head.
They collapse so quickly. Seem unheld or unfinished.
They flutter like the wings of a moth.
I do my best to smooth them out. Lay them flat against a solid background
so that the lines of you and me, seem more defined.
The feelings belonging to the lines attach themselves, then lose their bearings, and leave smudges. Unclear traces of what they were.
I find myself stumbling down some foggy unknown, when quietly we stare into each others eyes.
I know something. I feel something. And the things I know and feel have no connection with thought.
There is something about you that takes everything from me.
No thoughts. No need. No words

Choose Fire

I'd sit, and watch all of this burn.
This foolish empire, with it's missing teeth.
A mangled carcass of a nation, loosing its soul to an invisible warlord.
I'd burn it myself, if I had enough fire...
Self discipline, order, control.
Sounds like a fucking eating disorder!
Addiction to chaos is a troublesome thing...
but it's how I like my world.
It's how I want my world to end.
And it's times like these when my hatred of all; far exceeds my
ability to reason...
when I want to crush life, that I am reminded of that undeniable truth:
I really am crazy.
Eden

Young

What can you say to the young ones? When did you really start listening... I've been down that road and I don't want to see you take it. I want you to value yourself the way I didn't. Can you tell them to slow down, and they do? It hurts me to see you abandoning your former strengths and trading them for drugs and sex. Will they listen to you when you tell them that it's ok if they don't find their way; right away. Stop trying to live all of life at once. You're killing yourself. You're not well. You scare me... And then she says to me... "Guys ruin everything!" And sweetly I say, "No they don't. Women ruin everything because they choose men over themselves." "That's heavy." She says. "I like that." And I just think quietly to myself... but will you remember?

Forgive Me

A confession fit for a priest...
from lips more suited for a king.
And a king is what I should have; but you are not a king.
You do not have angel wings; your kiss does not come with a vampire's sting.
My wish is not for your heaven above...
My dreams don't welcome your "emotional" love.
The only thing I want from you, lives inside your pants;
"I love you... I miss you," It's just a song and dance.
Connection, is fruitless... another waist of time.
My mind was made up long ago; the way you should be mine.
I'm sorry... you want love... I hate to let you down.
It's fragile... so precious... the way you make it sound.
But your words don't touch me, and neither does your heart.
You should have listened careful to me, from the very start.
And so the door keeps spinning, because my lust is great.
My arms stay open, welcoming you; but only as a mate.
That's all I have to offer you; so shallow and self serving.
But come to think of it; when were you...
ever so deserving?

Eden