Burning in the shadow of the blood
  red moon
Watching the world crumble from
  An empty view
Everyone walking in the shadow
  of their death
Living as if they've already taken their
  final breath
Boiling in the shadow of the harvest
  moon
Watching the water spill over with
  no where else to go
Everyone is staring with dead eyes
  mumbling there was nothing
   they could do
Listening to the shadow of this lost
  forgotten moon
Watching as its dead heart
  blooms anew
And everyone turns a deaf ear as it's
  the easy thing to do

Love poems I have
  stacks of utter nonsense
   a plethora of piles
     of the ridiculous and illogical
True madness infected
    with rhythm and rhyme
I’ve wandered through
  stories of eternity
    found in simple kisses
I’ve watched tragedies unfold
  in the grains of sand
     at forevers end
I’ve witnessed heaven bloom
  here on earth in every step
    I’ve seen love take
and I’ve seen that heaven crumble
  and have been left with
      the heavy weight
        and the emptiness
          of nothing at all
and I have wished foolish wishes
  and I have sat with death
   and asked…

I have never been particularly
  found of heartache
    nor have I ever learned
       to handle it well
Is there every a better time
   to be melodramatic than during
       the dizzying heights
         or desperate lows of love

and yet I am still here
  by luck or miracle
i do not know if
  there is a difference
    between the two
I am grateful though
  to have lived
   through loves
     short days of eternity
and survived the worsts
  of its endless nights
I am grateful to have
  experienced love
    in every aspect
       it has shown me

every shy school boy crush
every devastating broken heart
every first kiss
every unexpected goodbye

and I have been here long enough
  and I have loved
     and been loved enough
to know that sometimes
   even though some loves
      don’t last forever
   somehow
     in someway
        they do

and isn’t that enough
  for me to know
that by some miracle
  In this life
I can truly say
I have been lucky in love

On a slow train way past the middle and nowhere
Bob was chit-chatting with the wheels as they went  clickity-clack
Tom was playing the part of the conductor
As he showed the devil a new card trick
That didn't involve sleeves or arms
Just a top hat made out of rainbows and cigar smoke
Charles was smacking his keys hard and fast
Recollecting the lost memories of the lonely miles
Jack wanted to jump the rails and hit the road
It was well past the 5'o-clock shadow
That had started itching his neck way back at noon
They all agreed they needed a shave
But Burma had fallen off of the map
And no one had packed a razor
Someone started screaming or maybe just singing
But one thing lead to another
And they started breaking beer bottles
And the sound of breaking glass calmed everyone down
Before anyone was murdered more than once
They were all past drunk and the clock forget how to read
So the devil challenged god to a thumb war

It lasted centuries...

They were all laughing so hard at how absurd the whole thing was
And called it a draw
As neither god or the devil could prove the other one even existed
I was just a passenger on this slow moving train
Packed with gods and legends
And they only thought on my mind was
When or if we would every reach the café
Where the snow fell gently and warm
And the staff had an honest magic and beauty
Smiling and laughing good clean laughs
The café found at the end of the tracks
At the bottom of the road to nirvana

You have captured my heart and imagination
And set my world on fire
Every new word I read
Every new picture I see
Cause the flames and my love to grow wilder
You are in my every thought
My every dream
My every wish
The fire growing ever wider
The love pulling me ever deeper
May my imagination and heart never break free

Lost and stranded on this island in the center of you
I chanced past your image, words, and voice
And they all sang to me and now I am lost here deep in your sea
I dared stare in your eyes too long
And fell to the endless depth of the oceans within
Every since I've been writing you love letters in the sand
Watching the crashing waves carry my words out with the tide
I've stuffed bottle after bottle with
Wish you where here notes
And secret whispers
Tossing them against the hard blowing wind
And into the wide beautiful open waters  of you surrounding me
Dreaming that you will read the letters
And open the bottles and learn my secrets
Hoping that you will smile in knowing my secret
And reading my stories of this love lost castaway
Waiting for you
To find me here
To join me and let our
Naked hearts live in forevers sunset
And lose our souls to the eternal night
Becoming prisoners in one anothers arms
Never longing to be free
Were we would smile
And laugh
And be happy
And love eachother
Endlessly

Look at Charlie breathing still
Look at Charlie dreaming still
Look at Charlie lying still
Don"t fight their war son
Don't fight their war mom
It's not mine or yours
It's not his or hers
It's not the poor or grieving
It belongs to the fat guys eating
It belongs to the rich guys thieving
Dying of old age
Screaming of old hate
Killing Charlie to get their way

Here we are stark naked and mad
men and women and children of lunatics
screaming in the face
of the politics of war
and the war of politics
and its all the same to us
as you're the same old hateful man
feeding his blind dog
the bones of our innocence
and we can hear the fear
in your wheezing breath
as you try to feed us the same
*******
as your fathers father before you
and your blood is thinning
and running cold
and your hate machine
is rusted and old
and your busy spinning
and inventing new ways to lie
but all we hear is the same old
hollow alibi
and we have no currency to invest
in your insistence that the cost
of freedom
must be our children's deaths
but the only truth to your ideology
is that our dead bodies are needed
to profit your tombstone makers
and your bomb droppers
and your missile launchers
and the rat-a-tat-tat song
of the made to order machine guns
and like a true showman of illusion and deceit
you hide behind the curtain
and pretend the problem
is more or less control
while in the dark back alleys
that lead to children sweating away
you manufacture bullets of hate and rage
and flood the market with minnows
with bellies full of lies
and it doesn't matter how many times
we change the face of the puppet
when the puppeteers stay the same
shiny new strings don't mean a thing
when its the big hands of big business
and big banks
attached to small minds
that only give a ******
about their own oily hides
that make the marionette dance
and it's all smoke and mirrors
when it comes to the open mic
and the delusion
of the freedom of choice
and we're tired and we're starving
and we're sick and we're feed up
and we're desperate and we're volatile
and we're ready to stand our ground
and we're ready to push back
it's far past the time for a change
and we don't want another needless war
but we can't let you claim to have
another bloodless war
for if there is blood to spill
it's gonna be mixed with yours
and your history of hate
is headed for its long past due fate
and you have failed to divide us
with your repetitive rhetoric
of blaming the poor for being poor
and the sick for being sick
and the old for being old
and you've thrown out all the dignity
of the words
"that all men are created equal"
by slowly trying to strip us one by one of equality
trying to sell fiction as truth
to pass laws to fatten the cats
that scratch your back
you can discriminate
but united will stand against your antipathy
to the color of our brothers skin
and the strength of our sisters minds
and the age of our fathers and mothers hearts
And here we stand together
stark naked and mad
men and women and children
of lunatics

The skeletons go marching on
The endless circle of war
Just obeying orders
Giving up the life's of our son's
  and daughter's
It doesn't matter why
Mothers need to cry
To keep this hate alive
Love and peace are used as an illusion
To keep the world producing
More bullets
More bombs
More excuses
To keep the skeletons marching on

Another celebrity has died and we're all crying how unfair and cruel life is.  Telling 2016 to go **** itself... But maybe we should stop whining, maybe we should take this moment and appreciate how lucky we are to just be alive.  We're on a planet that happens to be just the right distance from a sun, just the right size to support life as we know it.  And if you're reading this you were the first little swimmer that shot out of your dads **** to make it to your moms eggs, congratufuckinlations on that!  Life can be great and life can be horrible and horrible can always get worse.  So every time a celebrity dies, lets stop complaining how unfair it is.  Lets be grateful they were the fastest swimmer, that they existed.  Lets be thankful we heard their music, read their books, memorized their poetry.  That we were moved by their art and craft, inspired by their work.  Death may have taken their bodies, but their music and art and souls belong to time and the world.  Celebrate and be grateful for the gifts they gave.  All of our lifes are finite, treat all your friends and family and loved ones with gratitude for just existing and being a part of your life.  None of us are safe from death, no ones life will be free of pain and sickness... mistakes will be made and hearts will be broken.  Like I said earlier, life is a circumstance of miracle and luck.  So live and learn, get hurt and grieve, love and love,  fall whenever you're lucky enough to find it... even if its with a stranger on the other side of the ocean.

Falling asleep in dreams
Of warm silken thread
And hearts blood string
Forming a cloud cocoon
Waking up in this slumber
Streching arms into wings
Butterfly beautiful blue eyes
In this never ending sleep
In these clouds
Where my heart
Now only dreams
And only falls
And I only have
Love for
You

Cold, lifeless, steel...
A barrel, a trigger...
An ounce of lead...
A hammer pounds and thunder booms
Another death in another classroom

And why?

You say it’s not the gun
and yes to some degree
there is truth to that
but it’s also true that
to some degree it played it’s part

it’s not the whole of the problem
but its there in the equation
written out for all to see
in the blood of the innocence lost
multiplied by the tears
of the mothers and fathers
and brothers and sisters and friends

that must now live sitting at the dinner table
minus one less face and its smile and its laugh
and its eyes full of endless wonder
by dividing its future from its past
equaling the end of its life far too soon

And why?

Because...

Cold...
Lifeless...
Steel...
Has more cash exchanging hands
To protect its right
To protect its promotion
To protect its distribution
To protect its ability to ****
Easily and rapidly

COLD...
LIFELESS...
STEEL...
Has more value to politicians
Than the warm blood
and bones and flesh
Of our children
Of their schools
Of their education
Of their safety

COLD...
LIFELESS...
STEEL...
Has millions and millions being spent
While we ignore our broken schools
and our long over due need
to reform our educational system
and this is no coincidence
an uneducated mass is easier to distract
with age old rhetoric
keep them cookie cut
and packaged and boxed
mental slaves to the **** tube
programmed to love

Cold...
Lifeless...
Steel...

Leaving behind...

cold, lifeless, bodies...

Endless eyes of wonder
That wonder no more
Smiles that no longer laugh
Lungs full of blood instead of life
Hearts with holes no longer whole
no longer beat
Hands that don’t draw
Feet that don’t dance
Nothing more now
Than a body to fill a coffin
And a name for a family to grieve
through a lifetime of sorrow

And yet the
Cold, lifeless, steel...
With its barrel, trigger...
And pieces of lead...
Still hammer out thunder and death
At a moment of anger
And the ease of
a squeeze of a trigger
a trigger so easy to reach
so easy to pull
and just like that
leave behind

cold...
lifeless...
bodies...

We fall in love
Deep mad love
And everything
Everything about life
seems better
We hold hands
Kiss tightly and long
We get lost between
Slow *** and hard
reckless *******
We stay up late
with the stars
and catch the sunrise
We phone and talk
about nothing
and anything
and lose ourselves
in laughter and
forget to care about
what time it is
And time passes
and we get comfortable
We get so ******
comfortable
that we forget about
the fire
the madness
and slowly we take
love for granted
We laze around it
We wander from it
in the grocery store
the long car rides
we carelessly ignore it
during what was once
love making and not
just killing time or
just ******* to ****
And the fire dies down
And madness packs up
And soon enough
mouths no longer kiss
and hands dont hold
and then
theres yelling
and finger pointing
and blame tossed around
And we forget about love
We forget how it all happened
How we got so
****** comfortable
and we lose it
and we find misery
and then misery gets
so ****** comfortable
and we enjoy it
We enjoy being miserable
and we just gotta laugh
about how stupid we
can be

It seemed easier
to fall in love
with a stranger
across the sea
someone he would
never have to meet
never have to be
courageous enough
to talk to

So he did...
or at least
pretended to...

his heart failed
to notice the difference
or at least
it played along

and he smiled
a sad weary smile
but there was joy
tucked into the
corner of his lips

and that was
comfort enough
to allow him to sit
in his solitude
without the need
to feel lonely

Lets count the stars tonight
Under the comfort of dreams
Just you and me
Lets count the stars each night
Until the end of my life
For the rest of your life
Count them down to one
When the star that warms the day
Comes crawling over the distant
And cast shade over us
Then let us rest under this tree
Planted by you
Planted by me
Under the comfort of dreams
Where we will lay until the sun sleeps
Then lets count the stars again
And again and
again
Till we have counted every one
And recorded every breath
And felt every beat
And died over and over
In each others arms
While counting the stars
Under the comfort of dreams

Sometimes I wonder...

   if you and I...

     would be comfortable...

       being alone....

         while just sitting....

          near each other...

            breathing easy...

             slow....

              no destination....

                listening to the silence...

             in between the sounds...

           of our hearts beating...

         a solitary pair...

       alone together...

     no love to feed...

   no human needs...

  two players...

on a single stage...

no winds of worry...

   no words of rage...

     no climbing hope...

       just sand slipping...

        starlight fading...

          dimming into darkness....

         wondering...

       why...

     are...

   we...

  all...

so...

comfortable...


  being . .  



          
       alone.

Why would I say such a careless thing
what right do I have to be so reckless
so foolish
to give you something so heavy to hold
something bigger than I could ever be
something I could not hold on my own
to give you this burden
and hope you would see it as a gift

this broken
this ******
this bruised
this used up part of me...

the boy who never speaks
the deathly shy one
always afraid
always trembling inside
the coward that I keep so deeply hidden
no one could know
he is the largest part of me

the quite one
finally has something to say
someone to say it to
the words that always
get stuck in his gut
and never make it up his throat
and out his mouth
set loose upon your ears

and why
what good could these words do
when passed from me to you
would it not be better to keep them
to lock them up
in the chambers of my heart
what could I possibly hope to gain
by giving you something

so broken
so ******
so bruised
so used up

when I know you deserve
more than I can give
better than I can be

is it to push you away
to send you out of my life
to make it easier to pretend
that there is nothing I want to say
nothing that I am
completely desperate to express

is it only to watch you break
what is already broken
bleed what is already ******
bruise what is already bruised
find no use in what
has already been used

so I can quietly walk away
as if I had said nothing at all
felt nothing at all
and go back to my comforts
of quite solitude

Our love...  
you say we once loved each other
and this is true
and you say maybe there is no fixing us
and before you say anything else
let me remind you of this
our love is buried in a casket
you built with the hands of your betrayal
and the white lies painted on your teeth
that you use to spit out half hearted apologies
that only mean you need something temporary
a place to play pretend while you search
yet again for someone better
but you’re having trouble
finding someone to blindside
as your past keeps crashing
into your present
and that makes it harder to be manipulative
as your lies are bleeding through your massacre
and the color of your eyes
are heavily saturated with desperation
and don’t mistake this for hatred
and I wish you no ill will or harm
but there is no us
as you walked away from that
of your own free will and choice
time and time again
after I forgave you time and time again
only to find the same dagger
leaving new scars in the heart
that was still at that time
beating for you
and it took time
months and months
and years and years and years
before I realized the only thing
you could give me was false hope
that turned quickly back to misery
and that enough was enough
so I placed my still heart and our love
in the casket you painstakingly built
and let you bury it
and you buried it so deep into the ground
that it fell through the earth
and is now a satellite circling the earth
high above china
and much like you it shines in the night sky
as pretty as a star
but completely artificial

As it is in the flesh and bones
  of every man and woman
    and child
and the name and blood
  of every god
as it is within every heart beat
  of every dream
the sting and weight
  and beauty of life
is the essence that makes
  all things mortal
nothing is eternal
  as even forevers
    have their end
and as we breath
  and die
    and dream
from one existence
  into another
we lose and find ourselves
  in and out of time
and as we sleepwalk through
  the skull of death
   and the womb of life
we catch a glimpse of that
  which lives within
  and outside of all
that which defies time and decay
  and in an unending song
  and single thread
we see everything
  is connected
   by love

Could I ever be yours
My skin, my blood, my bones
Could you ever be mine
Your heart, your mind, your soul
I've been here before
Overwheling and madly in love
I've been here before
And I've been here dreaming of you
And I've been selfish and greedy
  and drowning in doubt
And I've kept this love all to myself
Never brave enough to risk
Never brave enough to dare
Never brave enough to write
The words that circumvolve
  around my skin, my blood, my bones
And if I found the courage
Could you be mine
Your heart, your mind, your soul
Could I be yours
Or will I always be walking this lonely
  shore
Lost and in love where ever grain of sand
  whispers your name
Dreaming and dreaming and dreaming
  alone

From countless moons away
Where my heart has flown
To be with you
My chest still full
From dreams of you
And from across
The ocean I hear
My heart sing
These words to you
*I Love You

The smoke of a cowards heart
   snuffs out the flame
     leaves no chance for a spark
Swirls and dances with the vision
  of the lost chance of a first kiss
And haunts with the question of
  what mite have been
My eyes are burning and I'm
  choking on doubt
And I can't stop fanning the embers
  deep inside a cowards heart

Driving down the long road of heartache
With the radio at full tilt
Screaming with the music
Hoping for my throat to bleed
Trying to drown out the song
My heart keeps beating and repeating
Its crazy absolutely madly
Fallen in love with you
And my soul has memorized your kiss
Even though our lips have never meet
I scream a little louder
As the tears begin to fall
The words on the radio
Just remind me your not here
Telling me I wish you where
And the blue skies turn to pain
Anywhere I drive I see you in the corner of my eye
As long as I don't turn
Or try to hold your hand
Your always sitting by my side
And its such a beautiful ache
And a sweet tasting pain
Your touch swimming in my heart
While your body
Is the moon and stars away
The road is long with heartache
And I turn the radio to silence
My heart is beating and repeating
My favorite song
The story with no logic
Just the tale of my heart
Crazy absolutely madly
Fallen in love with you
And I hope this road never ends
Unless it turns
To where I can hold your hand

Crickets and toads
In full chorus
And boisterous voice
Night has spread its wings
And claimed the sky
The man in the moon
Streches his limbs
Reaches into his satchel
And by handfuls
Tosses stars and sands
Of dream
Stars steak and make wishes
Sand falls and gives itself to death
And dream gives this endless sleep
Where forevers flower blooms
And my heart burns
With fire and flame
Eternaly dancing
For love
And
For you

They will sell us the addiction and then profit off the treatment they pretend to be a cure but it ain’t nothing but a revolving door of pills and rehabilitation and relapse the doctor is just a dealer with a license to ****** what little humanity we might have left side effects of no free will and plastic smiles and refills of suicidal thoughts and if depression doesn’t suit us they can strap us down in high anxiety and low self esteem straight jacket pin strip suits to cover up the tracks and scars that decorate our arms where we mixed our blood with the poison to feel like someone more than human high above the clouds in the atmosphere where we can always see the son of Jesus dancing as we let our mind run free in its cage beneath our skulls and when we’re down and numb we cut ourself twice to see if we can still feel and three times for superstitious reasons that we hear whispering from something crawling just beneath our skin and we add up the two by two of who is who and the devil is only real when he’s human but the myth is easier to blame for the down fall and disease of modern man and what’s so modern about mass ****** isn’t that the commonality running through all of our history what have we done to earn the crown of most intelligent as we destroy the only planet we have to call a home it seems to me we are all addicts of complicity and stupidity and what are the wealthy going to do with all their profit when we have buried the last of our humanity and its **** **** **** for the spoon and needle and bottle of pills for cheap thrills and we got nothing to lose by using our last few moments making sure if were going to die from our addictions we’re taking them on our last ride there’s no cure for the living that live each day as they already dead walking in circles of relapsing rehabilitation of refillable suicidal thoughts all in a single pill all in a single pill all in a single pill to cure everything but the addiction

Cliché of roses
Blood red petals fall the same
As the daisys tears

I am the unwritten dictionary definition
  of damaged goods
I have so much baggage
  that I lose the airport
there isn’t a single spot on my heart
that doesn’t have a stitch or a scare
I have become so comfortable
in my solitude
that I no longer remember
what it feels like to be lonely

how absurd is it to feel lonely
nearly eight billion people on the planet
and yet we can feel so isolated
and disconnected from one another
that we dare let our hearts
be taken hostage by loneliness

that we let the breath
of the moment be stolen
let words die in our throats
before they leave our mouths
as if we had nothing to say

to each other

to our selves

self inflected wounds caused by
the doubts we plant
in the dying gardens of our own minds
happiness nothing but a wooden quote
framed and hanging on our walls
mocking us
laughing at us

love nothing but a mask
so we can feel normal
sitting side by side
while our hearts drift
farther and farther apart

form each other

from our selves

how often does the past
****** the present
how much damage does yesterdays pain
carry into today

when will I let go of the names and the ghosts
that steal what might be joyful
when will I let it all burn down to cinder and ash
and exhale all of the smoke
that is nothing more than regret and fear

when will I take back today

when will I rewrite my own definition

of who i am

who I want to become

who will I be when this body
is lowered into the ground

someone too afraid
to have lived

too afraid
to have loved

or someone who had lived
someone who had loved

will death notice my departure
or will I have been dead
before I had died

how long will I let my solitude
be so comfortable
that I forget to feel lonely