6.24.12 (some one, some dream)

cold
and
tired.
watching the
stars
pass
before mountains,
far
from the desert
i am used to,
from despair.
surrounded
by green trees
by wet dew
by you.
i wish
on each
shooting
star
that i see
that some day
i will wake up
smiling
next to someone
from some dream.

6.29.12 (the unending)

matters

of

ego.

people

devoid

of

thought.

of

feeling.

artists,

thinkers,

emotions,

amongst

the

unending.

6.23.12 (knights in mourning)

many
knights
and many
mournings.
many spent
far
from home,
but home
is elusive
and the
knights
and
mournings
are present
forever.

6.23.12 (plain pictures)

physical
in the sense
of feeling
of love.
to be,
to feel
real.
of love,
of life.
real love.
touch,
and taste.
feeling
if only
to feel
real.

6.24.12 (apple)

the apple
of my eye
became
the apple
in my
throat;
stuck,
preventing
words,
sounds,
breath,
from escaping.
emotion
welling in
the corners
of my eyes,
strange it is,
but i do not mind.

6.23.12 (baffled)

phones ringing,
muffled chatter.
saliva
gathering
on my tongue.
i open
my eyes
and take
a long drink.
i look around
at a room
full of strangers
with the grip
of a
sleepless night
clinging to the
back
of my neck.
i am tired
but i am
alive
i guess.

6.21.12 (in time)

in time

we will part;

in body,

in soul.

our paths

will split

may cross

or begin again.

through all

that has

passed

your presence

has haunted me

and so

the road

goes ever on

clouded

and

uncertain.

6.19.12 (in the morning)

the fog

rolls

off the mountains,

dew

clings

to the grass.

another morning

cold,

tired,

groggy.

the days

have gotten

longer,

and still

i think

of you.

6.19.12 (feelings, like fingers)

feelings
like fingers
graze the
body,
the mind.
touching
the parts
of ones
all
and
everything.
feelings
like stones
thrown
harden the
heart
and bruise
the soul.
these things
take time.
please,
understand.

6.19.12 (found on my phone)

anguish:
not the word,
or a definition
but the feeling.
a longing
or a thirst,
unquenchable.
for all,
forever.
this knot
will not
leave,
and i hope
it never does.

6.12.12 (weight)

sunken eyes
adrift.
long days
amid
strangers
to forgive
transgressions,
to find
a way
back home.
i would come
at your call
if you beckoned,
but for now
i must stay,
i must wait.

6.12.12 (within/without)

frailty.
fault-ridden
and
tired.
a beast
behind,
within.
tiresome days
become
lonesome nights
and
the beast
sleeps patiently
beneath
the weight.

6.7.12 (flounder)

floundering
drowning
in bad habits
in bad decisions.
working
to forget
ambition
or so it
seems.
trying to
erase
what
cannot be.
waking up
cloudy,
trying to feel
normal,
to repeat
come nightfall.

6.7.12 (persistence)

persistence
i have heard
is worth more
than gold.
i don't know
if i have the
patience
or even
the luck
to continue
to persist.
what i see
as being
worth it,
may just be
a fool's quest:
a means
to an end.

6.7.12 (if)

i couldn't say
if what i
want
is what is
needed
though it
hurts
though it
feels
so.
i want
heart,
i want two
to be
as one.

6.7.12 (for others)

more,
always more.
i had missed
what we had,
but this
became
so pinnacle
so misunderstood.
i have loved
when i could
but i have come
to desire
another place,
another time
another
memory.

6.7.12 (more nites)

eyes tired,
burning
with
longing,
with
desire.
eyes wide
with
hope;
itching
with wishes,
old,
wishes new.
this heart
wants
what was
lost
what
wasn't.
these eyes
want to see you
happy
more
than anything
else.

6.7.12 (be)

if you
wanted me
i would be
there
i would be
any place
i would be
hell
i would be
the sky
i would be
a raft
on your ocean.
if you
wanted me
i would,
be anything.

6.5.12 (beyond)

but you've
no idea,
but you've
no doubt.
words spoken
through looks
words spoken
without.
mine eyes
impure
without
the gaze
mine heart
lost
in-between these
hazy days.
i hope you
understand
i left not only for one
but for you
two.

6.5.12 (moving)

with the passing days
i'll be nothing more
than a voice
once heard
with the warm breeze
i'll become nothing more
than a sad distant
memory
with time i will leave
i will lose
what i've gained
what i've come to know.
with distance we will
forget
all that once was,
but i hope that we don't.

6.4.12 (light)

moonlight
gleaming
a teeming
brain;
thoughts
swirling
like mad men
in a mad race.
the chase,
the hunt,
it's all
so drab.
bring back a piece
of the sun;
for you,
anything.

6.1.12 (chance)

the past
reads
a story
of maddened
searches
and failed
attempts.
each time
it was sought
it came
to a miserable end,
with wounds,
but wounds
that healed.
this time,
and the time
before,
were not sought,
but came in chance,
came naturally,
and in turn,
in failure,
scarred.
so long
was i searching,
and now,
i have grown weary.