Wandering through the fields of dreams
Building, coming, they all are
Slinging their right views
Arguing until the old tire and weak drop
No stop. Not stopping til the air has left the room
They run in circles, I sit and listen
Waiting, wishing, I want to be gone
Seeing past my own nose
I can see where their paths go
Right back to the root of evil - them.

It's so hard to say good bye,
Sad to realise some friendships die.
Knowing you were there for me,
Makes the future easier to see.
All the memories left behind,
Will always be captred in my mind.

I have not seen the month of May.
I have not seen the sun.
You have seen all my shades of grey.
You are the optimistic one.
My bed feels like a quiet tomb.
My bedroom is a cage.
Your eyes so bright they light the room.
And melt away my rage.
My skin feels hot and dry and old.
My mind is filled with skies unclear.
Your hand is the one I hold.
Yet your soft cheek holds a tear.
I fear that I could lose your heart.
As I tear myself apart.

One year older,
One year wiser.
I long ago learned,
It doesn't pay to be bitter.

Too young to be so hurt,
Not old enough to know better.
But I'm smart enough to know
It never pays to be a quitter.

People will come,
While others will go.
Life is dealing with both.
It doesn't pay to be bitter.

there's a loneliness, a filth carved into my bones, that's hollowing the marrow, replacing it with aches for company
but also there's a longing for solitude and aloneness.
enclosed in barriers made of typed words of authors and candle light flickers
a yearning for skin that isn't my own to share a blanket of whispers and thoughts
to weave baskets out of interlocked fingers.

Like water through the pores
        of the land
I run through you

Like a worker on and endless
        line
I am constant

Like blood pulsing through the veins
        of your body
I am life

Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

shadow
hides him
on the dim path
towards the house,

hides him
on a quest
towards the house
towards their deaths.

on a quest:
moves in silence, alone,
towards their deaths
and his own.

and his own
shadow
on the dim path
moves in silence, alone.