Selfish

Sacred is the heart that loves
Depleted is the soul that cannot
Hearts and souls intermingling
With minds…

Written is a letter of finite proportions
Said, done, defeated upon
Dimensions that have been closed

Beautiful selfishness
Protecting all that needs to be
Soothing all the sores
Contradicting all the wounds

I love you my soul,
finite and proportional
But I love my other
Infinitely and without bounds.

The Calendar

This value has receded
into banks of goodness
it has faded

Lifetimes of courage
inside minds created

January's December
looked onto August

Leaves buried in the sun

Smoke and ice's fire

the letters of November

the insanity of May

the kisses of July

months, minutes...

Gone by

Him

You are in my dreams.
You walk in… constantly
Like a shadow blocking the sun

You engulf me
You are overpowering
Like a dominant king on the run

You settle in me
You supersede everything
Like all numbers delivering one

A Man of Substance

There are days
when the sun beats me
with its rays

There are times
when all I want to do
is decline

But if there is a sweeter torture
it is yet to be found

For you, of you, with you
I am forever bound

You are a life, a lie, a truth
But there is none
as consistent as your pleasure

You are a life beyond skies
found in heaven above
where birds soar

And I find no greater pleasure
no greater stance

Than when I am carried
between your hands

And if this love is a lullabye
I will make you sleep too

In an endless slumber
I will love you

Behind Eyes

The road of a thousand roses
facing the thorns life poses

Reactions of being understated
walking the paths to be fated

Shores of unseemly conscious
doorways of hated conscience

Green

There stood the hickory tree
leaves of life falling to the ground

There flew the bumble bee
torn wings making no sound

There is the shattered sea
shore rocks the water has found

There I see the bribery fee
metal and paper thrown down

There I find my rusted key
a lock so smooth... so round

Papyrus

Words...
They evade me
Running from me
like clouds in the sky

I cannot touch my pen
so hot and scalding

The paper so treachorous
It pleas and cries
"do not bleed on me"

Fear not my dead tree
I have no ink to bleed on anyone
My will is gone
You will not be injured further

Find my peace, paper
Perhaps I will bleed on you again...

The Beauty of My Pen

Black like a raven
Wet like the ocean
Smooth like a serpent

Temperance

The forevers captured far away...

Que Sera Sera in an age of races...

Thinking only before counting paces...

Distant in the quantums of emergence...

Revelling in pain of akward penance...

Sordid smoke mapping past figures...

Fragile glass shaking cement borders...

The foolishness of now begging to stay...

Misanthropism

No use for sorrow
Self-apology so hollow

Forgetful is what I am
Among memory I stand

I cease to bleed
No worries left to feed

My hand so empty
My heart removed fully

Fumes now instead of gas
Weary of been and has

Beautiful Endings

Conceptual is the artist
An artist of letters
These sounds synchronized
In soulless epiphany
Wishing in dreadful melancholy
Where to go, what to say

It's all the fateful chance of luck
Nothing concrete in this world
Water upon water
Soaked in minds

A world of surrender
Immersed in alphabet
Written to be read
and not set

Where can I find
This hard solid
world of mine

Perhaps in my own eyes
Perhaps I am solid
and what was water
has now become stone

Simply Put

Let’s take a little journey
You and I
The kind that traces the sky

We start on memory lane
Feels right
I’m finally going sane

It seems to be melting
Again
This heart of mine beating

It’s okay to be scared
Really
It’s something to be feared

I love you and you love me
Truly
Let’s make some memories

Ayla

What's wrong little girl?
Did someone bruise your mouth?
With kisses too difficult, too tender

Stole your breath away
With sighs drowned under

Pretty girl, cold and shaking
You know it well
It was time for your awakening

It was a course set from the start
Pretty girl with the heartless heart

You make locks and keys
Opening and closing

My poor pretty girl
I look in your eyes
with pools of sadness
you can't disguise

Come to my embrace little child
For I am misery so cold and warm
I'll hold you against your heart's storm

My poor pretty girl
with the heartless heart...

Candid

I see red
do you see me not?
Must I curve in liquid blue?
Watch you break in steel gray?

Is it my own fault
or ours to hold?
A burden shared

What life is this?
Taking all there is to be taken
Mountains breaking to awaken

Candid sores
I find them here... torn

Perhaps a train out of here...
up in the atmosphere

"Here" They'll say
"Here's your ticket to nowhere"
"Here's your pass to time"
"Here's all you don't know"

Regret

You are sweet sorrow
"I am bitter hope"

You are the Past's lies
"I am the present's cruel jokes"

You are helplessness learned
"I am lessons taught"

You are Life's whip
"I am its chariot"

You are a destroyer of faith
"I am the hand of mercy"

You are the enemy of time
"I am its champion"

You are pitiful
"I am courageous"

You are memory's angst
"I am the future healed"

You must leave us be
"I am all that's left behind"

Anger

You create sadness

"sadness envies me"

You are the tears of poverty

"I am luck's anguish"

You cannot withstand time

"Black hearts give me shelter"

You have befriended hatred

"It is mine to own"

You are petty

"I am justified"

You are a murderer

"I am the victim's family"

You are a curse

"I am a broken heart's blessing"

You are our enemy

"I am this enemity"

You cannot be escaped

"I am the prison and the prisoner"

You will never leave

"I am the key and the lock"

You are not forever

"But I am its end"

Temperature

Touched and untouched
like cries echoing

Cold and hot
like metal freezing

Up and down
fingers on my skin

In and out
a burning tongue sins

Touched and untouched
like fire's ice

Cold and hot
burning twice

Catastrophe

A world away
in another day
sighing catastrophe
in lingering epiphany

This light I find
in dark locked mind
a bloody key
smeared with catastrophe

For peace I search
in dark forests I lurch
Where it is, in time
Is all beyond this rhyme

This is my catastrophe
shining for all to see
surrounding these chains
blocking freedom's lanes
sadness gripping joy
life's convoluted ploy

This tragedy infused in me
therein lies catastrophe

Branded

Seldom is the way she cries

Beautiful are all the lies

Rights read to those convicted

Masterpieces of emotions exiled

Blinded senses set to be addicted

Dreams taken upon awakening

Fears that leave her laughing

One hopes when she tries

Memory will tear iron ties

So sorry, So hollow

It's her pride she must swallow

Kindness an unafforded luxury

Fate, a battle she won't follow

No more pain! Are the wretched cries

Branded... onto her golden lies

Fulfillment

Your presence is like a summer breeze
Cooling the raging heat of my blood

Your persistence is calming
Your apathy… fearful

I wonder why I wonder
I see the answers in your eyes

Opening seas of oceans
Keys of locks

Dropping forth
Like liquid steel

Cooling on my burning flesh
Defying the secrets of time

I have never felt the same

Never like this before

Never again…

On Your Dove

On my olive tree my life grows
On my olive tree my freedom dies

On my high mountains my home is built
On my high mountains my chance is ripped

On my orchards my wealth is made
On my orchards my dignity is slayed

On my Jerusalem my prayers are answered
On my Jerusalem my death is planned

On my Palestine my misery begins
On my Palestine my world ends

The Fortitude

The stand in rows dividing
Deciding when to start deciding

Are they white or black or gray?
Are they willing to bring today?

For now, they are in the graveyard
For now, the paradox cannot start

This insanity of profanity has come to exist
Oh, Nationalism, when will it desist?

Must I draw a line in poisonous borders
Must I tear myself from my brothers

If it isn't now, may I ask when?
When shall you deny the need to pretend?

The magnitude of your fortitude is certain
I greatly anticipate the fall of your curtain

The self-pity capsule you have opted to take
Will soon leave you ravaged in your wake

I have tired of words and wisdoms
Tired of trying to tear down your kingdoms

If it need be I will stifle my sigh
And join you all as a spot on a butterfly

Because I am unity, it is I you forsake
But it is your freedom that is at stake

The Mist of All Mirrors

You make the times of the day rhyme
Singles of whatever ticking in fervor
And if I want to be in the seas of keys
Then my roads shall awkwardly deliver

And here are my stops in candy dew drops
Deadlines of shortlines all breeding
To find the kind of all mine
Again, looks can be deceiving

I can seem weightless, flying fearless
In admiration of fouls of black street hours
Where all the migraines poke all the painstakes
But I really want to find the sweetness in all the sours

Were it what it was and what it would be
I want everything, regardless
And if the light’s colors won’t make my rainbow
I want to be left protected and defenseless

And here are my stops in candy dew drops
Deadlines of shortlines all breeding
To find the kind of all mine
Again, looks can be deceiving

Eden

Painless to speak, torturous to do

A schoolboy spewing lessons anew

And all the paths that I can remember…

Somehow end up in all that is you

My road now is a fine line

Silver in color and sharp in taste

Surviving in “nothing must go to waste”

My words now revolve around one sun

Like my mind, severing the “one”

Yet my time for reverie has passed

And I find myself now free at last

Now I shall speak what it is I do

And the lessons learned will be forever true

It's The Way of the World, My Dear

To watch the lights go out in your heart
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be apart

And there you are, and here I am

Still I think of the methods, the ways
The misunderstandings to making you stay

And there you are, and here I am

Remember the neon lights… the black town
The fast ride
The track to nowhere

And there you are, and here I am

Now it’s in pieces
And I’m willing to shatter

And there you are, and here I am

Outside Your Door

Immersed in my transparency
Bothered by my discrepancy

Trying to find my way
Working out the amazing things to say

And if it all isn’t gold
Then why do I feel sold?

Sacrifice was on another to-do list
Another crumpled reverie in your fist

I put up a stop sign for my trance
A castle in the sky, a knight with a lance

It’s just a little nightmare
Nothing more to share

All it does is play upon your weakness
As if strength would make a difference

I can refuse to stand still
But no one else will

Would you believe me if I said no?
If I finally stood here and told you to go

Maybe it’s just the transparency
Bothered by my discrepancy

My Colonial Flag

The world's on fire
We have children for hire

Catastrophe, our middle name
Chaotic in our moment of fame

Dignified death claims our glory
My Palestinian heart's story

I can find room for its self-pity
Its throne above Jerusalem city

Revenge is not my fight
The camera has confused my plight

Your magic box is all you see
And all I can see is me

Here I find my morbid camps
My home's ruins lit by lamps

Fight! Fight! Fight! Hear me chant
Your freedom, the victim of my rant

I do not want your charity
That is not the object of my victory

This false freedom draws my scorn
My colonialized cloak grows thin and worn

For I must beg of you to understand
It is not my wealth nor my land

My humanity is my desire
In this world on fire

The Orchard

Character defines you my boy
The harshness of life is its tool
It tears at you and eats your flesh
But it will birth you anew

Dignity will save you my boy
The wounded soul is its home
It breaks your back and kicks your pride
But it will give you a mountain to stand upon

Forgiveness will shield you my boy
The realm of heaven is its beholder
It makes you shed tears of blood
But it will claim your sincerity

I have lost my children, their mother, and my home
The yaffa oranges have fallen to the ground
The dirt has claimed their unpicked carcasses
As it will yours and mine

But take this with you to the grave my dear son
I swear by the lines that map my brow
If I had known what I know now
The oranges still would not have been picked

For fate is the wielder of many swords
Purpose is its eternal motive
No knowledge can change the past
This leads to my last advice my boy

Courage will take you to where you never knew you needed to be
The sanctuary of this life is its battlefield
Hold fast to your recklessness
For the day will come when you may pick the oranges again

Second-Hand Joy

I'll visit you for awhile
Maybe recreate your inner child
I'll leave suddenly
You'll wonder what has become of me
I'll peek over your shoulder
Maybe pat you on the back
Whisper in your ear
Tell you to relax
I'll give your conscience some answers
Then i'll ask you all the questions
Perhaps visit the shadows for awhile
Take away any reason to smile
Next, I might jump into your head
Bathe where your illusions bled
I might make you a promise
Then quickly take it back
I'll call white all the shades of black
I'll make you live my way
Make you believe it's alright
Then leave you astray
With no hope in sight
I'll tell you you're brilliant
Then make sure you're insane
I'll count the times you smile
Then make you cry for awhile
I'll recommend you take some time
Find you a way to hold up the sign
I'll admire the tango, give you a chance
Then take away all the reasons to dance

Why?

Because I am joy and while I sit on your bed
Sadness is but close ahead
I close my eyes and find another place
Desert you in your empty space
I return with expectations of perpetual bliss
A devil's contract with no risk
For I am Joy
Leaving is what I do best

Exit

Standing in the rain

Cold shards of pelting pain

Casts are being opened today

Thrown to where demons lay

Vines flourishing on lives taken

Grown from fertile dreams forsaken

Glittering in a sun that begins to wane

Accusations like broken arrows are lain

Loneliness keeps the demons at bay

In their eyes is all you had to say

Amidst its drops the earth is shaken

The loneliness is gone and demons awaken

Finally, standing in the rain

Welcoming cold shards of pelting pain

Pride

You have wronged us
"I have righted your many wrongs"

You have created selfishness where there was none
"I have gifted you with strength"

You have taken from our rationality
"I have fed your minds with self-awareness"

You are loved by the shallow
"I am hated by the weak"

You are despicable
"I am desirable"

You are an illness
"I am your creation"

You are us
"I am you"

In the Deep

Thought you had all the answers
to rest your heart upon
but something happens
don't see it coming,
now you can't stop yourself
now you're out there swimming
in the deep
Life keeps tumbling
your heart in circles
till you let go
till you shed your pride
and you climb to heaven
and you throw yourself off
now you're out there
spinning in the deep

words: bird york music: bird york and michael becker

Self-Knowledge

And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."

And he answered, saying:

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.

You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."

Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Khalil Gibran

Beauty XXV

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Khalil Gibran

Found

A signal extinguishing hopes

Entwining memories into frozen ropes

Hanging hearts destined to fight

Until fate's eclipse measures light

Perusing through signs of destiny

To find myself trapped in consistency

Dreams haunting the world's despair

Lured by all that is right and fair

Simplicity is truth and truth betrays

Left to count happiness on lonely days

Streets of Japan

Taken a segway to desertion

Hourglasses filled with destruction

Fingerprints polluting my mind

Stealing volts of life to find

Parting seas of useless thought

Fixed in memories exquisitely fought

Silently searching in life's quagmire

Sweeping across guilded fire

Pitiful wonder at what has become

Singing curses to the rising sun

Unearthing damnation single-souled

Reliving all, after being told

Life's Web

Clarity shrouded

With clouds of illusion

Brevity of nirvana

Frozen into confusion

Inaction embarks

The first blush of dawn

Venus bejewled

Twisted rows put on

Delerium demanding

In likeness of another

Glory days Birthing

Chains left to sever

Buried delusions

Dried by the sun

Mirrored depths

Of Utopia on the run

The Life of Water

Sitting at the edge of a lake. Silence. The only sound daring to interrupt is that of the gentle waves lashing onto the shore. A momentous rhythm, as if the spaced clashing comes from the very core of this body of water. As if it is a calm heart beating against itself. The wind is bitter, carrying the dew of night meeting day. Silence. It opens the door to reverie and memories forgotten. The water eroding the rocks. Rocks from a crumbled mountain, of times when the world was not this world. Each particle is carrying a story. Each wave is stealing them into the depth of the ocean. Another part is taken away... another thought... another memory. Some might say, it's just a lake, and those are just rocks. It is a lake, and those are rocks, yet they hold alot more of something than we ever will. They hold time. They outlive us. They carry with them our presence, the presence of those before us, and the presence of the future. A fingerprint. A laugh. A tear. A memory. A life.

- The Product of Writer's Block

Phantasmagoria

A Dream

In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed;

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted

Ah! what is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him, with a ray

Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream, that holy dream

While all the world were chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What through that light, thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar-

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star?

- Edgar Allan Poe

The Greatest Day

A little short of faith

Just a little jaded

It may seem far away

And all the lights have faded

Closer than the sea

To shores of memory

Describing a poverty

Souless and demanding

Win or lose

New lights in the making

Twice written memoirs

A life you belong to

This is all I see

Endless latency

Devastating joy

Caressing energy

Worlds unknown

When all is faded

Closer than the sun

To desert sands waited

A little short of faith

Let lights become unfaded

Believe in what you will

Conscience sated

Make a new day

Just a little jaded

Petals unfurl

Winds that sigh

Strawberry feilds

For you and I

Crossing the undertow

Finding love hated

Wait and see

Just a little jaded

Written

The same is set

a living one to get

Singing to one merit

shadows left to inherit

Soar above the shores

looking at what's in store

Envisioning the moment

crying out to seconds bent

Fixation engulfs its finest

in a glorified state of unrest

Some or none or all

Beckoned to your call

Ferver weaving through

of the many words to unskew

Felt, known, and never forgotten

imprinted on, branded upon, and molten

Here is to find the same is set

and still in need of a living one to get

Late

Sanity reposed
As life unfolds
Hopes restored
Days to uphold
One hour to live
Champions met
Beauty to give
Dreaming clouds set
Give me the time
I'll give you more
I'll be your sign
Open the door
The very one,
We're living for.

Summer's Lie

A soul digressing
in its own wake
pain so unbearable
it unmasks hate

Drained of will
hurt - unabashed,
unveiled, unashamed
unbelievably sweet

To un-live, un-die
to undo fate with
the last dawn
of tears unmade

A cherished ache
mine, all mine
to uncreate

To Rise Against

simplicity_________________
adorned__________________
divinity___________________
your home________________
likeness of _______________
another world _____________

shivering to ______________
become again_____________
handled and ______________
not dealt with______________
sacrifice of all _____________
which is beautiful___________
dalliance made of __________

white black and gray________
knots made of separation____
but it goes on _____________
we go on _________________
life goes on _______________
or so i'm told______________

36

I am the fight lost
the victory won
the need decieved
the burning sun
I am your denied prediction
your clutched glare
your sacrifice made
your youthful dare
I am in the moment of moments
in an explosion muted
in ungrateful rescue
in edges surrounded
What am I?

Again

The clocks running down
losing to the holes in my mind
severed
delivered
by all kinds of time
I wait here for it to move
when and where and forever
nothing
everything
for all kinds of time
I walk forward watch backwards
and here I run and here I stay
living
dying
for all kinds of time
I drown to make my own
then damaged to fly down
shattered
battered
waiting for all kinds of time

Ice Undone

Dipped in water
like ice undone
cooling blood
rushing forth
will crumbles
wishing life
to those alive
thirst
while drinking
bending
reaching
covering
Dipped in water
like ice undone

Pause

An open empty space
Stalling heaven in a race
There we are; you and I
Finally I forget to ask why
Give me that moment to bury
To unearth it when weary
Heat releasing its smoke
Potent enough to choke
As I hold back words
Screaming in another world
Give me, Give me
So I may take
Stab risks with what's at stake
The never-ending
The Eternal occupation
It lives here
In this sensation

Ode to the Weak

I write to you
from words swimming through my veins
letters chained by heartbeats
I think of you
with thoughts that caress my soul
sighs created with hope
I run to you
in lives that have passed and will be
days sated with serenity
I sing to you
with songs tuned by my many emotions
notes streaming in the wind
I give to you
with a light in me that remained untouched
struggles owned by sheer will
I swear to you
by the laws of time and their creator
there will be a dawn

Hades

Sprawling on top of a hill dark with the night
Nine o'clock
chimes go on with the ticking clock
sitting on the world
a hand pulling strings
writing laws of mankind
Ten o'clock
chimes go on with the ticking clock
sitting on the world
the eyes will freeze
putting away all misdeeds
Eleven o'clock
chimes go on with the ticking clock
sitting on the world
a mind will contemplate
the different silks to debate
Twelve o'clock
midnight strikes and with it fright and fight
chains of law broken
criminals condemned by criminals
and then the silk curtain falls

1659

"Fifty years" said the old man
Has it been that long since then?
I still remember all the memories
when we walked through the grove
and I held your hand
you moved away shyly
leaning in with your thoughts
If I could put a memory in a bottle
that would be the one
we broke dishes, yelled, and wounded
we stood by eachother
seeking life with a fever unknown to us
together we thought would end in forever
days passed and we grew old
and I still remember when...
we walked through the grove
to my ears you sung while you spoke
settling in the minutes
the sun moving backwards
do you remember when?
we were there together
and now is the end of forever
seperate in life one in death
in the end we are together again
memories, memories
and here my world changes
we walked through the grove
now you walk through it again

Walk Backwards

you and love by
followed one the
true remain
shall I one but
sold I gift a
treasure valuable
a is trust
murdered I've
that with and
accepted have I
for myself from
me for fear I
tongues many
speaks Danger.

Red Chariot

Infinity
lasts for so long
over
vanished and gone
eternity
is time made temporary
branded
ravished into longevity
acceptance
hides in an hourglass
intricate
mastered by been and has

1967

fluidity seeps through
my pen walking on water
time is born
reflect my soul in a mirror
has it ever been so gray?
an artist's empty palette
a canvas choking on dust
heals with every ink drop
it comes to salvage me
as my own blood betrays
heating with anguish...
with memories
A river ending
a shallow creek begins
my brush turns against me
searches for reds
I now have my red water
my color
it pains me
I search to alleviate it
my pen
I will play devil's advocate
it wasn't me
it was never me
it was the paintbrush

Door to Purgatory

word for word
scene after scene
rewinding my mind
to know what it means

seconds pass
creating minutes
regress to the past
forging all the memories

a staircase
winding upward
taking me to the pain
steal joy and move forward

Moon in the Water

Give me your vision
so that I may see
it's who you infinately are
not ultimately may be

Give me your patience
to ask forgiveness
for seven skies of difference
365 days of repentance

Give me your strength
to uncreate this prison
grow deaf to the world
for now I can listen

Give me your faith
so I can watch
for a moon in the water
I can finally catch

Minds of Stone

It's dead on the vine
and I can't look behind
there are minds of stone
and hearts we don't own
I can learn the lesson
the forbidden confession
that lies and truth
do nothing to sooth
a heartless ache
shields itself with hate
chaotic in every way
but I wish it would stay
dreams that are so real
where pride would kneel
where is it? where did it go?
is my mind friend or foe?
swimming against the current
the one we made
looking for that spotless sun
one that's us against everyone
and then swept by doubt
frustration reiterated aloud
smoothing seams of tomorrow
like salvaging a broken arrow
one you'll use on yourself
looking at your soul on a shelf
waiting for time to make its move
everything won, waiting to lose
I laugh, I cry, I pray
yet on this day
It's dead on the vine

Bittersweet

Any day now
i'll wake up
it was all a dream

where I said now
and meant forever

built carefully all
ties I can sever

I find my mind
can't create speech

they'll only fall upon
ears they can't reach

Any day now
i'll wake up
it was all a dream

where I wished
I could deceive time

to reclaim all that
was made into mine

it's truest to say that
words are only words

forgetting is a curse
most of them were yours

Any day now
i'll wake up
it was all a dream

Inside the Seconds of Infinity

Sleep is forgotten
As I sit on the throne
Of cold passion
Fate is slain
As my gaze follows trails
Of sated torture
Eyes never dry
As callous tears refuse
To fall as if shy
A soul killed twice
As purity of the unknown
Tempts to bless
If memory lived in the
Patches of life sewn
Simply forgotten
Maybe then
The murdered could be
Reborn

Stars At Noon

Now again,
I see the sun at midnight
Cutting the clouds
Living on the winds of flight
My wounds seeping
A red so bright
The brilliance of darkness
Has taken away all my sight
The apathy I am accused of
Is a mask of what is "right"
Healing my scars
From an endless fight
Here left to stand
Suffocating my only light
Told to come back
To a place I never left and
Now again,
I see the sun at midnight

I wonder

There he stood,
vengeance worn like a brand
Eyes narrowed
cursing every helping hand
Arms outstretched
feeling his way through darkness
Mind numb
lost in this pursuit of happiness
Spoken silence
embracing all he longs to forget
A world challenged
where there is no room for regret

There he stood,
every fiber in his posture humble
Head inclined
causing pitied mountains to crumble
Subtle breath
creating life in an empty halo
Fervent heart beat
betraying doubt worn like a shadow
Frozen tears
falling on cheeks dried with reality
Fallen asleep
in the truth of his discrepancy

From the Corner of an Eye

To chase a feather in the wind
finding no truth to deny
walk down a road with no end

Choose as if you have the choice
i'll always be near
even if you can't hear my voice

Wonder if you should stay
or pretend you don't care
i'm finding it easy to say...

Oh yes, misery loves company
but you my dear
have nothing to fear
so light up my days
and i'll never go away
because misery loves you

Compassionate without sentimentality
put things into perspective
in your self-constructed reality

Deft and always in a hurry
trying to see the future
so you can pause to worry

When you have that one wish
to simply walk away
but let me tell you this...

Oh yes, misery loves company
but you my dear
have nothing to fear
so light up my days
and i'll never go away
because misery loves you

Caught Up In All Of What Doesn't Matter

What if the circle found a corner and met it's end?
What if heaven's angels found no deeds to send?

What if change was changed and then died?
What if happy left to make room for anger cried?

What if whole met half and became one?
What if all the work in the world was done?

What if you became me and I became you?
What if every lie was painted with what is true?

What if all that is blind guided sight?
What if day finally surrendered to night?

What if love was labeled as hatred?
What if time stole all that is sacred?

What if the sun were to be swallowed by the sea?
What if the life that is being lived isn't lived by me?

Optical Illusion

Full-moon lunacy
Broken from the edge of sanity
Rainstorm rage
Entombed in a tarnished cage
High tide hysteria
In the facade of an enigma
Skylark serenade
Cajoled smiles that learn to fade
Gunned down roses
Thrown into the wind of choices

Endangered

They walked across golden paths
marching towards a tunnel
with no end
Seeking a triumph not to be found
their intent is scarred with need
to pretend

One step
Two step
Three step

With lack of any resistance
through this mapless journey
they went
In this childless vast land
they found no cause
to lament

One step
Two step
Three step

A pool of raw liquid tranquility
found was the object of their
determined rage
Proceeding with swords in hand
they ruptured the liquid in their
frenzied craze

One step
Two step
Three step

Slain lay the colorless beast
the bane water rippling
as it fell
Gone was the mirror
through which they could
see themselves

Pact With A Hurricane

There might be a time
When you tire of sweet words
At such a time I will be happy
With insults from you
All I ask is that
You keep some attention on me
And for this difficult request
I shall take away all
What I need
What I have
What I dream of
All that keeps me from you

Count to Three

Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?

Wrapped around a rock

Impoverished ink bleeding on wood

Clandestine rage seen by the blind

Forced benevolence wet tears

Souls jerked by gripped volcanoes

Where the grass of affection cannot grow

Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?

Wrapped around a rock

Stabbed is the joy of proclamation

Buried under the fire of jealousy

Majestic beneath a thorn crown

From which no flower will ever bloom

An open wound preserved in an ice cage

Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?

Wrapped around a rock

Thrown to the realm of the forgotten

Only to unfurl in innocent dreams

Shaken by a single ray of light

Scorching an already gray tolerance

To occupy long endured humility

Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?

Wrapped around a heart

Outrunning The Sun

Interrupted by time
How will I ever know
What can become mine?
Sunk in seas of deception
That defies my perception
Committing all my trust
Trying to find an exit
Not a want but a must
Light between your hands
Showing me serenity
The way only you can

Vocabulary II

Rebirth, Chance, Revolution
Daring, Sole, Production
Hope, Deep, Existence
Dream, Life, Persistence
Bury, Creation, Pain
Savor, Bitter, Sane
Break, Stone, Fear
Inspire, Cursed, Where
Need, Never, Daunting
Chiseled, Ensnared, Shocking
Dread, Learned, Resilience
Adore, Stubborn, Acceptance

Dashed

Bending a cause of resurrection
Demolished barriers of my vicinity
Complicating all of my submission
Unveil hidden spiritless fears
Smothering to subdue reaction
On my knees I bend before you
Murdering pride for exhaustion
Inside a pleasurable predicament
All but screaming for attention
To lie here beneath the stones
Built by hands in elation
Kill the messenger in speech
Before the death of your persuasion
Live to be enacted upon
From you there is no evasion
Beg for cried mercy in your soul
If from such sin there is absolution
For i've been wounded by a hand
I cannot bear to see a wound in

Eyes Of Stone

Feel things you never show
How was I supposed to know?
Tired of clinging to sanity
Gathering shredded dignity
Ask to clutch at rationale
A race against the eventual
Attempt to outrun my heart
Hold on to that missing part
Pierces my soul day by day
So close yet so far away
Enfolded in seething desperation
Asking to lose all sensation
Existence is now what you choose
I quote " there is nothing to lose"
I cannot claim that no one has experienced this
For since the creation of man it began to exist
To say that I am different
That my heart pumps blood of a different kind
That my thoughts never branded another's mind
To be consoled in the simple fact
That no one else has suffered from lack
Everything has been put at stake
And all I have is a love that generates heartbreak
An adoration that kills it's everlasting beholder
A glory cursed by it's silent worshipper
So praised, when all it can do
Is make you missed while with you
Regret that as much as you tell me
I'll never hear unspoken thoughts, see all you see
Yes, I must find misery in this blessed emotion
Yet I haven't regretted a moment since it's creation

Adorned

Why is this unto me? Reflection of the mind and soul, a desperate cry for freedom. Wanting, Reflecting, Inflicting, Repenting...Repenting for what? The unknown seeing...making sense, yet not quite. Cast mercy unto a soul leading a life of desperation, but why? No...not why...never why...only how? The need itself is sufficient enough for the why. View. A vision of reality, prophecy...No, a vision of seeking...seeking what? Peace? Tranquility? No...Conflict, Battle, Savoring, Knowing, and Forgetting. Deceit. Deceive whom? Yourself. You alone...again, desperation. It dominates. See, Search, Know...Blind. Blinded by self. Seeking to save victim from aggressor. Both Twisted, Weilded, Rampantly Infused... To destroy one, destroys the other. Frustration kills Desperation. Fury...Fury massacres emotion, A weapon against itself. Could it be? Why? No, not why...What?...Love Suicide.

Free Advice

Claiming that love
Is terminal dignity
That it's possible
To attach it to pity

To ask nothing...

Sink to you knees
Bend a spine of steel
Throw away respect
For what you feel

To expect nothing...

In the name of love
Take away selfish pride
Rules of a charitable game
By which we must abide

To depend on nothing...

I present to you
A truth you can't deny
To say I Love You
One must first say "I"

Therein lies freedom...

Self-Preservation

Save me from myself for I can't see
Beautiful dreams strung across the moon
What is true to you is a cover for me

A fleeting thought planting a seed
Casting deceit and merciless shadows
To blindly follow a road that doesn't lead

Senses one thinks to cherish
Pearls captive to a treacherous sea
Fearing that one day they will perish

Save me from myself for I can't see
See me not as what I am but what I do
What is true to you is a cover for me

Shadowed Envisage

Welcome to my self-created insanity
Where peaks of madness reach proximity
Magnificent release farewell reality
Here I observe what you fail to see
How each of you can relate to me
Why no one will ever hear my plea
Bathed in seas of ebony light
Till I can't even comprehend my plight
Where sad bliss reaches a new height
And my rationality can drift away
Denied is the existence of another day
Here in my wakeful sleep I lay

Living An Oxymoron

Inexplicably unruly
begging to tempt cruelty
Irreparable damage
nurtured by gentle savage
Silently gregarious
attempting skillful clumsiness
Deranged sanity
discussing eloquent profanity
Calloused sleekness
emerging from luminous bleakness
Blissful torment
defying a calm current
Arranged chaos
rebuilding valuable loss
Liquid metal
cooling to corrosively settle
Passionate estrangement
trapped in split entanglement
Conceited demureness
settling a violent caress
Coherent nonsense
creating an unforgivable chance

Severed And Surviving

Hands thrown up with a sigh
Dare we fix what we deny
It cannot be cured it's a fact
An undeniable situation we can't retract
How to cure a body with no head
With a heart blackened by lead
Hands thrown up with a sigh
Dare we fix what we deny
The tongue has been salvaged
The mind completely ravaged
Pin down all those flailing arms
Imagine if they did some harm
Hands thrown up with a sigh
Dare we fix what we deny
Put a blindfold on those eyes
Can't have them seeing the disguise
Ears have grown deaf from misuse
Can't attempt to survive the abuse
Hands thrown up with a sigh
Dare we fix what we deny
If only a single bone remains
We will build for the rest of our days

Rightful Violation

A mapless journey
In a memoir of senses
Drenched in a sea
Of mindless whispers
Clarity safely evadaded
Light perceivably less
Darkness has enveloped
Yet there is no sign
No shattering release
Of my eternal occupation
Only the sight of glory
In all that isn't mine

Clarity

The perfect sky is torn
I want to live through you
How was all this born?
See the way to your soul
Kiss away the wounds
Make your beauty whole
Sooth your confusion
Remove all the hate
Replace it with passion
Heal it so that...
The perfect sky is no longer torn

Vocabulary

Want, Fear, Haste
Hate, Understanding, Angst
Sorrow, Joy, Redemption
Conflict, Yearning, Submission
Cold, Wonder, Reality
Dream, Shock, Cruelty
Depth, Light, Respect
Passion, Chaos, Reflect
Burden, Suprise, Worry
Sense, Change, Beauty
Blank, Insight, Frustration
Innocence, Illusion, Adoration

Politically Incorrect

Your soul interpreted by mine
freedom quotes ignorance is bliss
yet i'm left with my decline
can there possibly be a place
where i'll understand the world
or will injustice unmask it's face
entrapped in human cages
looking through a glass globe
marring lives through ages
your soul interpreted by mine
freedom quotes ignorance is bliss
yet i'm left with my decline

Painted Sea Of Whispers

Peirce shadows of time
the stroke of an artist
painting all that's mine
bathing me in light
sheilding the darkness
removing every sight
breathe in my senses
yeilding to fighting desires
destroying all pretenses
erase all my fears
taking away sanity
drowning in my tears
see through me
creating a crystal world
living where I want to be

Shattered Crystal

Steal my pain
Take it away
Leave me be
Let me stay
Search souls
Break thorns
Leave me be
Let me mourn
Broken smiles
Living lies
Trying to refuse
What you deny
Leave me be
Let hearts cry
Plead to the sky
For the sun to set
asking redemption
attempting to forget
Leave me be
Let me pray
Live sorrow nights
Have your day
Hide beneath a mask
Beauty in disguise
Leave me be
Let your eyes
Build a cage of ice
I'll be your fire
Steal my pain
Take it away
Leave me be
Let me stay

Words, Only Words

Shuddering me to the core
Entrapped in chains of letters
Invasion of my own surrender
I'll always come back for more
Have I lost control?

Words...

Engraving them in my heart
Living my searching soul
Carrying my heartless mind
Swallowing me whole
Have I lost control?

Words...

Story Of You And Me

They were two of the same kind
Bred by the land moved by the tide
Seperate in life one in death
Looked upon it was impalpable
They were of the same breath
Inconvenienced in worldly essence
Yet here, they had a unified presence
Was it one or two? They asked
Perhaps one or two beneath a mask

Sought-After Visions

I see it robbed of entity
I see it ravaged with sorrow
I see it in need of sovereignty
I see it shining through tomorrow
I see it live through mankind
I see it breathe through me
I see it hope for that one find
I see Palestine

Bad Endings

I never thought it would end like this

Declined by my own strength

Ignorance is truly bliss

Living like there is no tomorrow

As if there is nothing in life to miss

Realization then hits you like a fist

I never thought it would end like this

Inside Out

Sitting here trying to find
A bit of peace of mind
Wondering why my place
Isn't away from this state
Looking to be found
Dragged from beneath the ground
Walking an endless road of thought
Discovering some things can't be bought
Sitting here...Discovering me

Feats Of Nature

Could there be times
When you don't want to blink
Just because you think
You dont want to miss a thing
Want to look for an endless river
One you could follow forever
Find a mountain that's too high to climb
But still you make the effort
To make that single find
You're playing shadow games with your mind
It was always there in you inside

Recollection Of Thoughts

This short story is just my way of conveying that nothing is truly what it seems but rather tends to be a reflection of our own thoughts or feelings. We perceive what we wish just as we give out what we think is necessary.

There it was, glistening in the hot summer’s day, catching the sun as it was tilted ever so slightly between the unkempt blades of grass. Jagged from all ends, yet shining as only such a beautiful diamond could. The branches of the tree seemed to obeyingly shift with the wind, yet never once did they block the sun’s rays from contacting the diamond’s glaring surface. The wind’s deceiving strength managed to catch this mass of light; over turn it and take it on its journey outside the sanctuary of greenery, and onto the lowly dirt of the footpath. The air seemed to grasp it and all of the sudden it was a possession of the invisible enemy around it. Seized forcibly, it began to slowly, yet steadily, roll down the dirt path. Such a precious object can never be left alone, so down the road I went. I followed with calm footsteps, because, I was gripped with the constant fear that if any haste was made, the earth beneath us would seize it; and it would fade from my vision. I remained on this journey for a length of time, which cannot be measured in calibers of time or days, but rather in moments of happiness, which passed. This is why the time spent on this journey is nothing and everything. The monotonous voyage went on with both vision and mind obscured by the shining object of fixation. I couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t remove it from my sight from constant fear of losing it. Wonders of nature engulfed me, perhaps more beautiful than the object of my pursuit, but I was blinded by the passion I had for completing the journey I had started. As suddenly as this all had begun, it ended. The wind let the diamond out of this entrapment, and suddenly it was free for me to put it in its next prison, the palm of my hand. Somehow, against my flesh, its brightness seemed to dull. At that moment I realized that my diamond was in fact a piece of glass, as worthless as the dirt we were both traveling on…


You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream ~Edgar Allan Poe