withdraw the list of faces i long to read
counting on sorrow to slow the certain warmth
tumble me down the requiem climb
in this my persistent necessity
a piece of thought void of mercy
enough to recoil from sight
as the earth swallows the cursed son
hidden near the lairs of legends
the light from twilight dancing
forms to swirl on airs to kiss you deeply
hovering arms of covering linger on every mornings breath
ever dreaming frequent visitor
ever changing flight
and what was to rise in us
to resist the balm of interest
worlds barren of time
a longer pause to count the cost and praise the damned
skip the waves as sunken ships of men resolve to influence the aim of desire
fantasy awakens the weakening
of justice and wind on fire to end the matter
daring time to still the dangle of self
my companion in chaos forged in the minefields of love
the dragons on the shore resisting
your flaming scent completes the course
and from this pinacle of defeat i rest
nearing thunder pleading infinite
the space needed to accomplish loss
the weight of color on ink
the joy of words across the age
the lust of eyes fighting grace
abandoned to flame the heart-song thrones
venture to abdicate homage dear
the ethereal mist of promise yet unleashed
to touch the lifting sand
complicates the response of neglect
issue wounds of delight and hesitate to answer
the forest floors green of leaf and dark of dew
a scene of pardon a season apart
of darkness sitting as close as it dare
waiting at the cross-roads of desire
forgetting the ways of my life
i sink to myself transparent and wonder
why not clothe me cold in controversy ?
creature white with fear
parable traveled far on disguise
bread crumb trails on stoney path
fade to lead my humble feet
how fond your memories
how calm the empty tomb
so delicate balance of fate
lost in screams of rust
the sound of her voice the movement of her thoughts
daydreams of truth
the antique warning sounds
as i nail the stars to the wall
circling crown
my trophy my disease a comfort
wax-like i settle and splash my denial
a demand of tick chasing tock
drinks the empty cup to bend the light
distorting the purpose replacing the focus
and somewhere on a silver lake kenny scharf's cat is dreaming
cilantro vanilla ambrosia
i the son of another's joy servant of my infirmity
the last to call in winter's wrath
a promise now to count my bones
lost i march in infant dreams

elms breath to my ears send
stay here till the sunrise
pretending to live
now is the time to do what you know
breathe the false air of destiny
told to me a history
hidden paths reveal lost yields
birthed on this winters tale
indiscretions taken and fueled
must with revelation speak
shadow lives and flesh divides heart and mind
your tears cannot quench
the fire raging in your eyes
for all we know is mist on the plain
victims of a stranger past and countless time
intersect my lowly realm of bore
if you can take it and make it
as you unravel and look me up
and give it to me darkly
i'll never breathe again
but that music flow from graces to spaces unseen
i didn't blink to think i'd miss you radiate
i can feel the scars i read them boldly
statement of success your triumph
from my stare to somewhere
you continue as my hands shake
to the heartbreak
to own the freedom that enslaves you
in my left hand the paper waving

near the edge of salts air i live
where first lights streaming
over darkened waters glow
i fight off the night to warn the day
delaying the inheritance of sunrise
fog slowly lifting
i dream in voices rich and unknown
sounds and rituals abound
i swarm among the dance beneath the waves
where fortune sleeps praising the vanished
led away from islands rest
to follow charmed choices of dare
it is time she says
running naked from the room
flying in her dreams
approaching the single marvel
that only money can buy
tell me what you hear and i will stay
on calm embrace from a running start
and soar above the dread

who has not departed from their heart
asleep at the wheel of this wild life
when i was born of tears
as i left love bleeding black thorns to touch
a banquet of decay driven from the danger
to ask the pillow why
yearning for love in the deep end
learning in shadows to die alone
thrown to the twisting storm
i can still hear her pleading
in my defeated heart
fighting the loophole of life
conclusions i climb
memorial of no time for me
to touch the peeble skipping
across my vacant mind
former beauty dealt cruelly
until l i am empty of all i fear
penetration of angels fixing blame
drops of silent debt
the language i spoke to no one
everyday

pillow talk


touching my lies with those eyes
not as innocent as mine
as I dream myself distant
from the frailty left promised
waiting for you to call me
or settle my heart from the pillow talk
I never understood writing for the wall
of pretense never giving much thought
to the satellites spinning all around
her life races past as I watch in slow motion
the fading walls collapse into a sound
buried in a diary and her ashtray
pretending to muse the girl in her youth
following her footsteps and voices
and awaken the light and breathe in
the music once given freely
to pound my heart to sand
pillow talk and black books reveal
the gardener not her father
or the emptiness of her daydream
playing her familiar song alone
alongside the forgiveness of my day job
her disease ringing in my ears
enchanted rest for the gathering of crumbs
that fell from life
lay out to rescue us from ourselves
my eyes sewn shut and I gave up
the reason to breathe out these words
lashing the bells of endless echoes
the alphabet we burned searching the words
that disguises and shelters us
from the womb I hear you knocking on my window
climbing up to escape the captivity
of becoming another winter's flower
bursting the soil we placed you
in an old book for a century to press
the beauty into darkness
resting in the union of dust
and angel overseers of the oneness
of words and wood pulp
the moment the clarity of wild drops
of never on our souls
and cuts out my heart ten thousand times
with silence and pillow talk


Delicious shades of yesterday

Upon the damage of a single solitude
I wrecked the arrival of waters pouring
The fore gone mist of the new hope
Squint up to shower the mirror mention
Of titles and compromises
Lazy look up hair tossed
Maneuvers assembled to warn her
Delicious shades of yesterday
Amend your lost retrofit your love
Torn to conquer
Twisted for gain and suture
Of the common delight
Pour me a soul ripe for squander
Lift the spillage of my youth for icons to devour
Motion my madness far to design
The ruin of heavenly display
Fork the road rifle the dented sale of night
And glamour thrown to bones
To rattle the sky of mint and mindless fortress shorn
Feast on lonesome flicker of frost
Festive candle of war
The lingering scent of almost home
Nailed to the roof of your mouth
For words to slice and cling
To manage only silence



And Yet You Have No Name

In the web of joy your mist
The volume of my mistake
Your touch
Scattering my doubts
Invade my innocence
Divisible by you my heart
For a monument housed
And what the winter can season
Like a script you grew
From where you fell
And yet you have no name
Your folded soul
The tattered tale
Opens doors to hidden wars
Pierced to shelter
Your foreign thoughts fulfill
Arrows arraigned to encounter
Past bound sacred wind
The right to bleed the morning air
Passing time to pain
The fruit describes the fall
Gracing canvas to stain
The memory of its birth

conundrum of love { my still life}

purpose the reasons of the night
lift the cover of day
for lust-bound friends
follow hard the meaning of sight
and sound in hand
fragile the blink of yesterday
found in the fist of the forgotton
dine on sweet lulabies
and suggestions unopened
twisted memories soar
in my overt possibilities
as my personalty tumbles lost
longing tracts lingering just dusty
trailing whispers as we try to beat
the conundrum of love
menace me blind love lost memory
brandish your hand strike the gifts of mercy
find me and attach your arms to my hindering
force me to drink the cup full and proud
diseased among the lepers of merriment
clothe me with your breath of years held out
hampering time and recorded misery
extend my days and never-ending nights your rest
reveal my intent to heart and soul wrapped song
spend my days buying love and burying the accessories
barter lips and touch for love's lies
in my still life
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opposite hearts

while we with opposite hearts
correct the balance challenge the flame
of gross imcompetence
to speech unlearned wronged by the night
and deeds of consecration
fill my eyes with lies
and my ears with wings
of dreams uttered so swiftly
only the wounded recall the toil
require of me a weight of silence
and a breath of denial strong
tarry the vision indebted
mask the howling night of need
paint with black so dark it bleeds
a hundred times between the lines
my replacement soul fixed and climbing
banded with tissue torn from temptation
lost random passage of what reigns
and what was saved
the salvage of walking stone and bone
anouncing wealth to wafers of paste
and plates of rusted garments of vainity
the duration passed and generosity exceeded
look for the tumble and strange love succeed
the flesh of glass and a teardrop in midair
1:40 AM 9/26/2006