Poems

I have created this blog for the express purpose of having an avenue to share my poetry with the world (whether they like it or not). So, without further ado:

impossible

Being alone is

Nothing new

Only, dried tears

So many times I’ve

Thought of nothing else

We fight and fight

Drawn-out nightmares

I toss and turn

In this bed of cold confusion

And night-terror

There is nothing more than this

There is only the moon

And foul thoughts

Dreaming on a bed of pressed cotton

So many things

We need to know

And tell, and yet

So many things

We cannot afford to look

Or give way

And to this day

It is not within me to see

The paths of least resistance

The roads we’ve taken

The war-worn peace

The quiet dawn

At last we pull

Upon the mount

A feat of civil unrest

I cannot bear to look

Upon the iron-clad heart

Of this my impossible dream

My everlasting hope and salvation

No god, no saint of man

Could bring us to this point

With anything more or less

Than what we have or are not now

The self-made sacrifice

The bloodless lamb

Burns upon the alter top

We are here because

We willed ourselves to be

We live now into tomorrow

Because it is the part

We’re born to play

Black

Wandering the brink

Seas of ill-intent

I wash in

The shore is racing

Each pebble opens to me

Ugly strings

Waves of the Id

My laughter cracks

The wide-mouthed moping

I am the free man

I owe the boatman nothing

Three sisters

Three sisters

The hanging branch

Where black-starred consequence

Makes its hallowed mark

A simple night

Among all others

Yet hung with fated hands

The doom-hammer knells

A fell-born call

Upon a porch of revels

Where spirits cry aloud

From their half-empty glasses

A simple night, of all

And yet some gnawing presence

Found its birth

Within my mind, that

Not so simple time.

That I must wake

And wonder now

At ill-wrought circumstance

What pains and growing

Hate-fed sorrows

Seek now to stretch their legs

And put their unclean feet

Upon the world.

what it means to breathe

The world is a jaw

Sharp-toothed terrible

It grinds and gnaws

On bone and flesh.

On the top of every mountain

There is a flashing beacon

A jewel, the goal

Of all mankind

The jewel is the lure

The mountain the maw

The ever-ready wanderer

Sits in ship-less ports

In borrowed time

And shifting papers

Awaits the bone-cracker

Terror less

To move to fate

With blood in hand

Is all that is divine

Words well lit

Scrolling thunder

But no fury

Uncertain robots

We churn our thoughts

Into digits

The speech of a thousand faces

Ends here

Without truth

No wanton thoughts

No suffering

Only idle chatter

The buzzing of a million bright boxes

Lit for sustenance

Frozen faces and chiseled

Cast down and idolatrous

One with process

Black water

Back in the jungle

Where the dragon’s blood

Spoke its name amongst the people

In tongues of dread,

I slept with wildcat

Beneath a net of mist;

I brushed the dirt

Off of the skulls of the fallen.

There were secrets there

Without names and

Without words for fear

There were spirits in the water

They moved like serpents

Between the branches

Of the needle palms

It was there I learned

How shadows move across the earth

Like a great ocean

Unbroken and weary, creaking

They trickle into corners

Like black waters;

Stained with the tannins of jungle leaf

Those darkened corners

Reflecting our madness

the dreaming tree

Have you sat by the river

And watched the waters?

Along the banks and in the valleys

I hear the wind in the wild places

It speaks in echoes

That cast inside my bones

In dreams sometimes

I see a golden arrow

Shooting forth from my mouth

Its speed increasing

With distance

I hear the sounds of laughter

And feel wet teardrops

On my hands

There are nights

When I lie awake

While sleeping

I dreamed a dream once

There was a river

It was dark and flowed slowly

And was deep eternal

On the side of the river was a tree

The roots of it

Went deep into the clay of an ancient bank

Until they joined with those black waters

In an abyss of silent dark

Where plant and dust swirled infinite

Into the beginning

Forever in a tree

I lay there in the dark

Where root and water met

And therein dwelt in all places

At all times

quiet paths upon the water

endless circles

drumming and brook

ageless life

enlightenment sits upon the water

in that frail crease

between two worlds

Night has fallen again

Ashen and worn

Wandering the streets I see a name

Carved on stone and in my fashioned tongue

Your name rolls soft and sweet

Down the corners of my lips

Through time and space

And draws me into myself

I am your wanderer

What thing has eyes?

And can see in this

What thing

Breathes and beats its breast

Unable to recall

I stumble in a frozen silence

Muffled

Moving forward

Like the soldiers of old

It plods along

After me

You think I’m not paying attention?

I’m listening

I know

I see I’m not blind

I hear the poison in your eye

I see it boring into me

Your cold ghost

Masked now and

Avoiding discovery

Gnawing on the shadows

Underneath you

I don’t care

Sands shift and

The night is turning over

Billions of you

In the sky

All shattered diamonds

bullet

black clouds
red sky
i feel the sunset
i am a god in my own time

i have nothing
i need nothing
i am nothing

when i die the rivers will weep
the rocks will bleed
in their mourning
i will shake the foundations of the earth
it is the only thing worth living for

i see the corners of a smile
on the back of the cigarette box
as i strike the match on the concrete
on which i've awoken

black and confused
lost in the moment of my own awakening
is the whole world sleeping still?
or am i the one still dreaming?

not remember anything
the world is ever new to me
i am cursed and blessed in one breath
i see what others cannot, yet cannot recall what i have seen

dreams pass, moments pass
i am here, i am awake, or some semblance of it
in a place i have never been, and may never be again
i try to remember the look, the feel of things, the truth
but it is gone
i am left with an empty longing, for a thing passed by which has already been forgotten

we move until we die, whether we know why or not

red sun rising
take deep breaths, look out the window
driver's side, smile and wind blows through you
the corner of your eye, nightmares
in the back seat lays menace
sharp-toothed grins and howling
exhale, look again, passenger's side
red sun setting

I had this dream once
Where I opened my eyes and then
I opened them again before
I could close them
And that's when it came to me
Or came from me, it was all so
Muddy, you know, but you
You want words, not thoughts
Not dreams

I see you floating on the sea
Brown eyes so full of grace
Old friend and one-time love
Where have you slipped off to now?

Limbs and hands so limber
Tan skin beneath you now
All white, with rose petals strewn
Across your ashen face
A ghost has slipped its veil
Over your countenance

Shades of a former light
Sunken in, to some depth unseen
You’ve slipped beneath this fragile ocean
The grasping hand, once marveled
Nurtured, tender
Faint and cool
Gone down below
The devil’s white-capped waves

The Cry of the Lost

To know what it means

To understand

And this, this shell

I plod along in

Pieces of sorrow

Of loss

Tattered and broken

Pasted without, mirror-like

Cannot be explained
Winds on a spring morning
The smell of roses
An infant's laugh
Torn away, removed
To have held in one's palm
To have seen
Meaningless to speak of these things
Of curses
And lamentations
Of betrayal, of love and
Who can love, when this?
This

I have traveled

Wandered

Countless miles, countless

For you, for nothing

For illusion, for you and the illusion of you

Too far from shore

From earth, from solid foot

From truth

From longing

Always mirage

Always forgotten

Unknown

Cannot be known

Who is there to know?

Clown to all the world

A light, a laugh

A prisoner

In a prison with no walls

Only memories

And dreams

There is no victory

No end

Death has no empathy

No heart

No power to undo, no power

To unmake

To take me

Still burning

But never to know

Passion as passion made me

As I have been made

A faint and dying recollection
Unbreakable
Timeless, complete
The world within and without
To die
To live and die again
With each breath
Each passing, each touch
Each word
Reborn
The furrowed brow
The beaten heart
Frozen and unyielding
Feeling nothing
Waiting for an end
Uncertain
Hope, the fortune
Of the spared
Spared nothing

There is only loss on these plains
And in these hills










there is a thin line
between the eyes of men
and the threshold

every morning opens the same
blood in the nostrils
and a kiss on the forehead
two friends juxtaposed
mirror opposite but inseparable
mars is the name of the one
pax is the other
but there is no one
without its absence

for rage is the mark
of this ancient biblical token
the engine of all i would engender
every day is the struggle
the sun and the earth hold the heart
to keep what wolves at bay
that would tear and gnash their way
from out my breast and onto
these torn and twisted streets
and what fitting home it would make
persona of unbound vehemence

but the people demand verity
and so here i make it plain for all

darkness dwells ever within me
and makes its daily habit with the light
and by chance or force of will unseen
binds itself and bides time in between












TRIUMPH!!
isn't that what man
has always strove for?
all these many years
And countless days

I have what the other
Would if we were but
Mirrored twins
Yet here we stand
Through many suns passing
And still I cannot call you brother
Still, though many deeds go unheeded
We are stuck in the whirlwind;

A fever has set
These are footprints, here
Dust unsettled
Dreams were born and died in the womb
Of men's most precious jewel
What triumph then?
What victory is had, could ever be had
In the marshaling of war
The pitting
Of one against one