~the keyboard~
typing allows you to shift
enter
and delete your life
re

arange it
some can control it
to lock and
unlock
what you see
inserting images
and making unknown
mark$
but, no matter what
you end up
home
upon your
keyboard

obstructive thoughts
dismal, outraged,
my own ideas keep behind the trees.
I'm hanging on the branch,
holding on as the wind flies by.

tears whitewash my face
eating the stains off the clothing.
i don't know why,
rainstorms ravish my eyes.
these drops of regret
a surreal reality
that my plastic past
kills.

i try to mold the clay,
but my face won't fit.
i am still stuck here,
on the paper board box
reading:

I'm joyous envy,
do you have rational thought?

inside

show me around this place you know o so well
the paint peeling off the walls
the chairs old from use
pictures scattered along the hallways
words written on the cieling
this dark and holy place
born here, and will end up dead here
the eternal pit of saddness
and maybe once, a giggle or smirk
this space, small yet wide holds the
past
present
and future
within the threads of
complications and desire
the memories and shattered dreams
i live in my home
where ever it may lead
inside me

ice cream is falling from the sky.
not quite the pennies from heaven you thought.
but still, marshmallow and chocolaty goodness
to ones mind.

you can't expect it to all come down.
landing on your plate,
chopped to perfection.
dainty spots of flavor doused with a kick,
flourishing in the crowned watermelon,
dancing on the tongue.

it's a fickle found food
that we eat like sheep.
snorting in an obstructed field of mustard,
minty leaves tangled in thorns,
garnished upon white,
stoned, gashes of our own blood.

it is all looking back at us.
staring from the red to our own deep black.
the enriched sugar coated bliss we call happiness,
spills out like a package of M&M's on the floor.

it becomes a craving of mad-mass rush.
emotions conquered by an unfulfilled past
present, and future.
held within your hands,
and kissed by our own lips.

quickly grab it,
that slippery feeling,
dropped from the sky,
before it all seems to melt away.

I'm going to walk a winding circle of no return.
relentless awakening of disaster
fumes release the smell of regret.
i have no atmosphere to run to,
no place of redemption.
i wish to surf the skies limited bounty
stars of each tail,
animal, mineral,
nothing more.

a begining-less end of imagination.
why do we ask to see, when we can't even hear the question?
blank faces of misinterpretation.
give me something to hold,
only to give nothing back again.

i want this circle of pen,
looping inside my spine
words chime like bells in my ears
creeping my soul into my mouth.
can i spit blood and live?
or again, is my beauty the numbers in my head?

i want to jump into the heart of darkness,
but i am afraid i will just disappear.

head in a jar

my conscious is floating
with this empty solitude
im trapped-
my head
stuck inside a jar.
this foggy bliss
of misunderstood sadness
awakens my senses
hallowing the pit of
deep,
dark,
changed emotions.
i am left
within myself
to decide
how to escape.

Hands.
Simple fingers.
They work rhythmically without trouble.
Touching.
Lingering on paper,
And slipping out of pockets.
A strange phenomenon
We let them get the best of us.
Moving without control
Damaging the world around us.
Sewing together while breaking apart
Our own skin.
We loom souls
Interlocking
Each
Strand
Of hair.
As they tango
And still fall to your side.
Hands.
They work wonders
In artistic vibrations
Each leaving spider webs
Across my palms.

so near,
so far away

i live these days,
within the moment
broken and faded
traveling with a smile on my face
waiting for the lasting hallelujah

I chant, within the chorus
following the notes along
tryingtoblendin
just waiting to say,
hallelujah

haikus

i watch you be
but it doesn't occur to me
that i am not here


i see the open sky
blustered and broken with rain
washing me away


i died today
laying upon the swollen ground
to see the daisies


i lead the parade
but the mourners did not follow
death was upon them


i smile at your glance
you don't think it happens to me
yet, death is my neighbor


jump in the air
watch time stop
for, the elevator keeps moving


am i a fool?
for now i am
to think i shall ever be in love.

There is glimmer,
a reflection of the past.

this blade of shiny renewal
each evil tendency with fear of fragile hands,
calls my destiny.

but i say no more
throwing the pebbles back
running myself into the river

red jewels dissolved,
an image lost.

just white markings
firmly pressed
on the window pane

sticky is the sight and sound,
while translucent daylight appears.

around edgy movements,
the feelings of cumbersome relationships
reveled and hidden
thrash the heart and heads,
within.

its no more denial
than a slow flowing river in Egypt.
even if the stream is long,
and beautiful,
the pain runs deep through out.

i steer towards the reflection,
grieved in time,
as the ripples play tag
in scattered stripes across my face.

the rock thrown from a cloud
shattered my image of hope.
an easy illusion,
for ones mind can only be fooled by the eyes of another.

the gods laugh at my peril.
a disgrace of virtue
lies at my feet.
bare and ragged, they stand
once cherished by an eye of their own.

the innocence
of a child's fear,
only to be seen as virgin.

but the glass
is hard and cold,
when pulled from the past.
this memory
of a love once lost,
is stuck inside my grasp.