Perspective On the Whole

Where one begins,
no one ends.
The edge,
cannot touch the center.

I don't,
but you do.
I will,
but you wish!

Many perspectives,
all in one mind.
Single-minded purpose,
left all behind.

Where one begins,
no one ends.
The edge,
cannot touch the center.

I can't,
but you can.
Different,
is what I am.

One peace in time,
is in all seasons.
One piece of time,
isn't seeing reason.

Where one begins,
no one ends.
The edge,
cannot touch the center.

Different,
thus so are you.
The same as me,
an thus different too.

You might,
you might not.
Together we could,
alone we can't
We should,
you and I.

Where one begins,
no one ends.
The edge,
cannot touch the center.

Elements

Like a shining star,
base elements,
sparkle and shine,
because for a time it's mine.

And when tha sky-igh
sig-ighs
and lets, tha tears, fall dow_a_wn

Will the ear-rth
Bur-urst
Forth with love, now that heavens come t'ground?

And fire, fire is there,
waiting for the wind,
washed with tear's waters,
ground to begin.

And when tha sky-igh
sig-ighs
and lets, tha tears, fall dow_a_wn

Will the ear-rth
Bur-urst
Forth with love, now that heavens come t'ground?

Salt of the earth,
mixed with tears,
Seas created,
in but a few short years.

And when tha sky-igh
sig-ighs
and lets, tha tears, fall dow_a_wn

Will the ear-rth
Bur-urst
Forth with love, now that heavens come t'ground?

Caresses of wind,
remembering the past,
but you can't hold on.
The touch never lasts.

And when tha sky-igh
sig-ighs
and lets, tha tears, fall dow_a_wn

Will the ear-rth
Bur-urst
Forth with love, now that heavens come t'ground?

How many miles,
will I go by myself?
How will I smile,
when I don't know anything else?

And when tha sky-igh
sig-ighs
and lets, tha tears, fall dow_a_wn

Will the ear-rth
Bur-urst
Forth with love, now that you've come t'ground?

Thought About It

Thought about buying you a yellow rose,
to let you know I still think of us as friends,
then I thought about buying you red roses,
to let you know I didn't want it to end.

So I bought you one of each,
because I didn't know what to say,
just take the one you still want,
and just throw the other away.

Take care and the one you want will bloom,
a gift from you that was mine,
don't worry about the other thrown away,
it will certainly wilt and fade in time.

Today I...

Today I remember,
and I miss you.

Today I remember,
when I'd kiss you.

Today I remember,
then the memories seem few.

Today I remember,
the good memories of you.
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Middle Bedroom

And in my travels,
alone on the road,
I see the seat beside me,
and know you can never go home.

There was a time,
when I'd enjoy going anywhere,
tribute to a better time,
when you were with me.

There was a place,
innocent in love,
I held your hand and kissed your face,
with you still with me.

Now I know I don't know,
much of anything,
don't know what tomorrow brings,
but I know I loved you.

Time. Never enough time,
to work it out,
scream and shout,
or think and find,
a way to make up.

Pine Trees

Is it alright if I just lay here awhile?

I seem to have lost all my will.
I don't have any place to be,
or anyone to see,
nothing but time left to kill.

So I'll stay right here.

No dreams of endless possibilities,
no forests just the tree,
and a place all alone.
Alone among many.

Perhaps I can get my mind off of me.

Still if I was a tree,
what tree would I be?
But of course I'd be a pine!
I made that too easy.

I'll keep talking if I can hold you here.

Is it alright if I keep you?
Do you have someplace else to be?
Didn't want to remind you,
but I enjoy the company.

Is it sad to cry alone?

So I'll repress the feelings,
the ones I never lost,
I'd hope they'd wander and go missing,
that the sharpness of it would grow soft.

I wish I knew what you needed.

What worth am I now to anyone,
how might I attract your love?
How desirable is a broken soul,
and promises of what was?

I'll give it all again soon.

So much tender,
awaiting just a spark,
so much pain to burn,
alight my stubborn heart.

I'm only fooling myself.

So I've struggled with my frustrations,
against sleep and thoughts of you,
and now sleep wins again,
at least in my dreams you're true.

You Alpha Now Omega

They were your favorites
not I, not I.

No longer your favorite,
not I, not I.

Memories of favors,
I sigh, I sigh.

Pictures torn now rid of it,
I lie, I lie.

I Hurt Myself Today

Torn at like a piece of meat,
snarling mouths, hands, and teeth,
I am not a man, but a side of beef,
take it now, come have a piece.

I don't care, no morals guide me,
no thought beyond, having you inside me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I give it up, with reckless glee.

Empty now, just a hole,
a piece of meat, without a soul,
rounded ass and rigid pole,
orgasm is my only goal.

No thought beyond, having you inside me,
I don't care, no morals guide me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I give it up, with reckless glee.

Filthy whore, nasty pig,
I feign disdain to your dig,
your dirty talk make me hot,
sexual repartee is all I've got.

No thought beyond, having you inside me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I don't care, no morals guide me,
I give it up, with reckless glee.

In search of the time before,
when love stood where now is the whore,
when that was I'm no longer sure,
I've closed those thoughts to endure.

No thought beyond, having you inside me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I give it up, with reckless glee,
I don't care, no morals guide me.

Ripped Levi's

Beautiful pictures.
You asleep.
I dreamed you dreamed of me.
I still think that to this day.

I took the pictures,
unashamed.
Secretly amused,
musing at my own internal thoughts.

Thoughts of being loved,
and loving you for it.
So inconsequential now,
the loving is gone.

When loved, I fear the loving will stop.
I welcome that fear,
when it reminds me,
I have something to loose.

In The Mourning

When the mourning wakes you,
and the tears roll down,
disoriented with sleep.

When the fear takes you,
no one else around,
alone you weep.

No dreams of immortality,
death's around,
In death's service you'll keep.

Chained to your body,
pulled to the ground,
just out of death's reach.

Not gone yet; still here,
not gone yet; still; fear,
unreasonable,
at such an early hour.

Unreasonable,
and still.

Pop Rock Candy

Memories,
Of my youth.
Memories,
Of you.

Too sweet to consume,
Now in old age,
Knowing better,
than reckless sugary ecstasy.

The unobtainable high,
The addictive rush,
Fools folly,
Can't keep the high forever.

The rush gone,
Crashing, crashing down.
In my youth I could ignore it,
But now I avoid it.

Still occasionally,
A taste,
Sweet memory,
can't remember,
but never forget.

Romeo, Romeo

Checking email,
to see if you have sent,
checking voicemail,
looking a hint,
of where you are,
my time better spent.

Do you think on me,
perhaps I'll never know,
the secrets I desire,
to ask and know,
what keeps you from me,
what keeps me low.

'bout Half Right

Thought I'd hold your hand,
as you grow old,
figure it all out,
let time unfold,
well...
seems I was
'bout half right.

Now time presses on,
no respect for emotions,
no consideration,
no chance for devotion,
well...
seems I was
'bout half right.

Memories fall from sleep,
so bittersweet,
least those memories,
are mine to keep,
well...
seems I was,
'bout half right

Got to go,
can't stay and dream,
a new day,
who knows what that'll bring,
oh...
seems I was,
'bout half right.

Let It Out

God doesn't want you to be happy
said you talk to the walls too much
said you need to keep in touch
not with him but with those around you

Said he wasn't going to pass on your words
no secretary to your life work
Take the memo yourself and oh one more thing
he said to stop being a jerk

He wandered away still mumbling
which for a god seems strange
said something about never creating pain
but that we seek it out just the same

So this package arrived for me today
and I think it was gods way to say
we can say it isn't fair
but need to blame ourselves for not being there

There for each other
least I think that is what is meant
god speaks to me
not because I understand but because he needs to vent

No Poetry

A good friend asked of me,
wondering why I had sadness and dark poetry.
These things are here for all to see.
My own public therapy.
Darkness only lives without the light.
I show here I do not fear the night.
I recognize my worse fears abate,
my burdens lift when I share the weight.
Knowing someone might share my concern,
for just a moment to hope and yearn,
that someone else knows those thoughts,
once written, my own forgiveness sought.
I'm not so dark or needing help,
unwritten happiness I kept for myself.
So remember I share the gladness too,
not written here but when I'm with you!

Who Am I?

Who am I?
But someone you used to know,
Now sitting here alone.
No love that I had shown,
Helps now that you are gone.
The seed of past are sown,
No happy us at home.

Who am I?
But no, one, now.
Who am I?
But lone, ly, now.
Who am I?
Half of who, I, was.
Who am I?
Life now, placed, on pause.

Who am I?
Past strong with sense of self,
Now sorry for myself,
Sick where once was health,
A pauper in search of wealth.
In and of itself,
commentary on my mental health.

Cover Hog

Missing the aggravation,
The story in dedication,
dreams and imagination,
of cover hog and damnation.

Cover hog, alarms too early,
Drunken tears, being surly,
Simple dreams of being worldly,
Waking cold and being surly.

Dreams of someone with to argue,
Like those who love allows and can do,
Love strong so no gripe can subdue,
Cover hog I speak of you.

Love so drawn out it bent over time,
Expressions unmentioned till written in rhyme,
Cover hog cajoled in love sublime,
Season go, another year's bell toll and chime.

Happy memories of waking beside you still,
Warm connection when nights are chill,
Cover hog have you the will,
To laugh to cry to tremble and feel?

I was there and had never knew,
what joy it was to be with you,
never did I ever have to choose,
cover hog I was ever true.

Warm blankets wrapped in gentle sleep,
cold I lay, tired I weep,
no place to rest no bed so neat,
sans dream of cover hogs I keep.

Hearts In Foam

I remember,
a coffee shop,
a brief stop,
in Seattle.

Hearts in foam,
drawn then gone,
like love,
memories; but nothing to see.

Over Joy

I was overjoyed to be your man.
Felt such joy,
in just holding your hand.
Now I'm over joy,
again.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Are you happy,
'cause when I hear from you,
you only seem angry,
I don't know what to do,
again.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Don't want to exchange mad words anymore,
don't want to be sad anymore,
rather walk away,
than keep this game in play.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Pick my words apart,
choose one that offends,
your words like poison darts,
poisoning the joy again.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

When you stop keeping tabs,
then you'll know how much I love you,
Throwing verbal jabs,
saying things untrue.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

You shut me down,
can't express what that did to me,
you shut me down,
you didn't believe in me.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

I got a signal,
on my phone,
but no signal,
that you're alone.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Again, again, I'm over joy,
Didn't give up, still have love,
going to keep writing my story,
until overjoyed in love.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

A View From The River of Life

Outward expressions,
of inward transgressions,
for who am I,
but who you think I am?

Drifting on water,
away from the border,
of where earth and water meet,
drifting water,
or earth on spin,
are they different directions,
or the same my friend?

Care not for what you've had,
don't be sad.
Worry not for the river,
just be glad.

If not this river,
than another place,
if not this time,
then another space.

Don't be frightened,
if the mountains change,
far into the distance,
the view is the same.

Views I insist,
doesn't cease to exist,
but you only have memories,
when you drift away.

Who am I,
but some place and time?
And who were you,
to remember me?

Did the mountain remember your gaze?
Did you remember the sun's rays?
Did you remember my passing?
Did you remember the yesterdays?

Who are you,
but some place and time?
And who am I,
with only memories of you?