greying.

colors are dripping

fading

falling away

as it is

and

as i am

greying

less distracting

this desert

is endless

and it's only color

is no color at all

helping me focus

stripped away

simple and clean

of black

and white

and neither

and both

only shades

revealing themselves

and i can see

more than before

more than ever

it's turned out

and i am

bleeding

grey

feeling

grey

living

grey

it seems so clear

it seems so real

tell me the truth

is this just
a dream?

...

evening drama.

as the sun sets

we find depth

in shallow things

and our thoughts

create metaphors

trying to sum up

our lives

in synonymous

verses

it's like writing

our own

personal

horoscope

sometimes

optimistic

other times

horrific

and we try

to believe

or deny

ignoring

pros

and

cons

just to make it fit

searching for answers

in opposites

shock the system

go against the grain

and see what

happens

the tide turns

and the sun

will rise

and set

again

tomorrow

...

fluid.

tear it apart

rip it to shreds

down to ribbons

with jagged edges

and splinters everywhere

use your hands

your teeth

your feet

use fire

use knives

swing hammers

and throw stones

use words

and sounds

use your heart

and in your name

destroy

last night's

dream

peel the walls

see new colors

and shapes

taste blood

in your mouth

your blood

our blood

when you open your eyes

don't hesitate

yesterday

and tomorrow

don't exist

yesterday

and tomorrow

are lies

ghosts

without faces

lifeless

meaningless

today is the only day

and it always is

it won't go away

wake up

the lights are on

...

shells.

from the suburbs

to the cities

the air is

thicker

and smells like

smoke

loud cracks

and pops

and so much more

often

turning the skies

more grey

flashes of light

like a violent

storm

we wish for the children

to collect beautiful

memories

jars with

fireflies

and seashells

but it seems

they will collect

instead

shells of a different kind

and rather than compare

colors

and shapes

they will compare

calibers

and their childlike wonder

will question

where did they

come from

and where did all

those bullets

go

...

gravity.

i saw you again

last night

in a dream

you were just

as beautiful

as you ever were

and i

was just

as ugly

i heard your voice

i could smell you

and i could swear

i saw colors

i don't know where

or when

it was

the only familiar

feeling

was that we were in

the same room

the only thing

that seemed real

was you

but i know better

i told you

that i love you

you tried

but you could not

say it to me

the same 

desperate feeling

i have

all the time

wanting you

needing you

knowing that

i cannot

and never will

have you

again

we never touched

not even one kiss

you smiled

i cried

and as i woke up

alone

all that was real

were the tears

rolling from my eyes

and off of

my chin

...

in real time.

someday

the clock will stop

for you and i

and there will be

no more time

we don't

and won't

see it coming

what kind of memories

are we making?

are they

what we want?

we have more to give

than we know

and as we think

of better days

to come

or gone by

we see past

today

right now

to love

is to spend

to hate

is to waste

what are we waiting for?

what will change

tomorrow?

what happened

yesterday

is gone

so

let it be

forgotten

if you have it

if you feel it

then give it

don't be afraid

don't let your words

go unsaid

don't let your love

go unfelt

unshared

our fear

will turn us

to dust

but right now

in this very moment

we live

forever

...

seasoning.

blisters heal

into tougher skin

and I believe

that I am stronger

i am not

it tears

and i bleed

not only my hands

and heels

but also

in my head

i realize

that i am broken

far too late

the scars remain

inside

and out

as i wither

into my winter

and my blood slows

i can only hope

for a fertile spring

so i may bloom

again

in my stasis

i am tortured

from the damage

of what i have done

and the guilt

of what i haven't

the years get

shorter

despite

the days growing

longer

questions asked

never answered

and still

tomorrow

becomes

today

...

shy.

you see clear through me

i can feel it

i'm just an outline

a silhouette

what color traces me?

i see a halo around you

i can't help

but to lower my eyes

for a moment

it's just too much

but it's so

beautiful

you're so

beautiful

and your flaws

are flawless

as it should be

i am only smart enough

to see

how stupid i am

but

for some reason

i feel safe

at this moment

because your smile

tells me

my thoughts are pure

there is no smoke

no haze

no mirrors

and as we connect

i am wishing

that this dream

will never end

...

the acme.

all together

at once

it happens

every sense

heightened

and sensitive

a welcome

overwhelming

showing you colors

you’ve never seen

a warm breath

in your ear

sends a bolt of electricity

down your spine

and out to every tip of you

soft lips on your neck

draw bumps on the skin

sounds with perfect tones

flood the heart with blood

and it may just pound

right out of your chest

sweat tastes sweet

scents embrace you

and you feel

so alive

it’s almost too much

but it’s just enough

there is no fear

there is no hatred

no thoughts

of yesterday

or tomorrow

only

beauty

freedom

pure life

true love

better than any dream

could ever be

more intense

and wonderful

than you ever thought

you could know

and although

we could live

forever

in these moments

we all must go home

and as we head back

to the valley

to the static of life

that time creates

we are left

with the truth

of knowing

that this feeling

exists

and the romantic hope

that we may

someday

feel it

again

…

cents for senses.

think of what you've got

ideas

beliefs

pennies paid

for thoughts worth

millions

and all those

that never left you

too many to count

they never stop

like the current

or the wind

keeping you afloat

even when you rest

it continues

sometimes

even more so

cry out to be heard

to be felt

to be understood

the confusion

numbs you

the spinning

sickens

and your life

draws circles

how much control

do you have?

who understands you

but everyone

in their own

language

and who knows the cost?

you're offered

pennies

...