Little pieces of time
Processes of the mind
Portraiture for which to be framed
At the point in which innocence
Turns to fear

Dark corners
Of the mind and scene
With which rewinding
Does nothing

Force of will
Desire of the heart
Blue hair with which life does part
One way or another
Time has its way
Personified by what you had to do today

You may look out at all you can see
Trying desperately to be a somebody
Lost in the minutia
Drawn to things that you are not

As the butterfly descends
Hold onto your heart
Cherish your friends
Love is gone
Only to rewind again

Departures
Fast and slow
From my life
You come and go

Each and all
You and she
Once were here
In love with me

Alone
Upon a dream
A thousand memoirs
Written

A cold night in a long winter
The fire burns, the logs do bleed
With ancient eyes
I still can see
All this time
All this time
Within these dreams of memory

We travel so far over the course of this life
Wanting all that is not conquered
Meeting in the darkness, exchanging heat
Agreeing to feel together
Upon denying individual suffocation

Never knowing whither?
Restless in activity, genuine during rhythm with the beat about your heart
An ocean concerning memory
Where wakes truly part
The ceaseless beating
As entirety separates

Un-thinking concerning the matters of passion, emotion
Consequence without concise conclusions
Not knowing what is to be missed
Failing to feel anything but dissonance

Push me out to sea
The windows and into the trees
Falling ever more
Under water, under leaves
Look at my eyes
View the green and the black
Does any of this bring you back?

You know that pain is the opposite of dissonance
This is the truth that is so dangerous
I want those intangible things
Memories and feelings that refuse to leave me
Unlike the heat of this subtle hilarity
Embedded in the new frost of the old rain
Caressed by the things that torture us
Like chains made from trust
Snapped beneath the weight of distance and wariness
Hating the scars on my chest
Whilst one lives for that which shines through yonder windows
Like the deepest oceans, the heart of the sea
Blue and full of wanderlust
Not quite me

It's cold here, the sky is bleak and foreign
The wind howls and cries out to no avail
An answer is either too foreign or does not exist
Shouting into the void, I too, get no answer
Rather, I contemplate actions passed
Yours and mine
Freedom of speech and emotional chaos
All I thought I had figured out has since been taken from me
I can only ponder the why of this, the how
A ramshackle assembly line moving too fast
I find that my position is both stuck and unstuck in time and reality
Though time has since passed, I am unsure of my current whereabouts
Will closure ever come?
Maybe, maybe not
Will I experience your warm embrace once again?
Will our lips ever have the occasion to meet now that the dust has settled?
The answers are the same
This reality is bitter and unfeeling
It cares not for you or I
I simply hope you are weathering the storm better than me
For, we know each other well
It cuts away like a furious blade until little of who I once was is left
One of the lost souls
Driven to the edge

At the Three Mile Bay
I ask Awareness if it would go away
Responding with a devious glee
Creates visions to see
A child of man, a boy with a quiet father
Questions which query the Lord,
Why bother?

A while since the Poet had a Muse
A vacant sea for which to cruise
At the bottom, creatures lay
Contemplating grace in a peculiar way

Till in the night, a looming sound
Bright and cold
A thing unbound

Beautiful in white and lace
For which stories would be written
A creature with a pulchritudinous face
Familiar in innocence
Lovely in naivety

A bright and hopeful light
For a man like me
Silently floating
Lost at sea

Diet wine from the consumer grape vine
Bleached persona with hair aflame
Paying money for more of the same

Trade time for cash
Cash for time
Regardless, part of the assembly line

Thirsty for more
More of what?
Does not matter
No, and, ifs, or buts

Need it now and need it fast
Falling quickly
Knowing this will never last
That bottomless gap

At these plastic branches, you will try and grasp
But hold your weight?
Hahaha, no
These types of things come and go