Neighbor

He never puts on a shirt
As he stands in the fading sun
Quietly rocking back and forth
With the beer in his hand.

It's distracting to man and beast
As the jogger can't help but stare
And her Beagle pulls on the leash
Toward his lawn.

Fifteen years he's sat on that porch
Looking over the changing landscape
Of young couples gaining their first child
And losing their minds.

Like a Sphinx. Like a watchman of time
He holds the answers to random moments
Of his neighborhood. Who owns this lot?
Where is the fence line? Why should we care?

So he stands on his holy ground
In his too tight shorts and too narrow mind
Explaining to no one in particular what should be
And what will be.

A moving statue of a bygone era that no one wants back.
And when asked to put on a shirt
He merely remarks:
"Do I tell you how to live?"

And we live under the names of neighbors...
Even though we have no idea who we are.

Generation

Your hand fits mine with room to spare
Not unlike the lost moments in my brain.
I'm jealous of your lack of understanding despair.
You are blissfully ignorant to the world's pain.

But my fears are beginning to build anew
As you let go of my hand and awkwardly walk
towards the sun, back turned as time flew.
Pretty soon you'll move faster and leave my flock.

Have I prepared you? Have I made you see
that life is not a race or struggle or fight?
No, life is not a test, but a journey of coming to be.
It's about understanding, not about brains or might.

The distance between us will grow and grow.
You will one day stand above me.
But I will never ever stop loving you, you know,
Because I'm grateful you came to be.

Partners

In the silence of water

All is forgiven.

In the burning light of truth

Fallacies are denied.

In the corners of long dead hearts

Sparks cannot kindle.

In the corners of your eyes

Loneliness is defeated.

And in my arms

We exist as each others' lungs, hearts, and minds.

Let the murky depths destroy the morning

And let us stay among our silent skin

Until the songs of the sky call no more.

Mercy

Subdued buzzing returns my hand from the wall

Lights flare and incremental inches become hard to count

As the gnats and daisies of lovelorn locks search for keys.

Was there ever a definition?

Was there ever a meaning?

Questions are born and die in the span of furtive glances

Toward her melancholy strings.

A final thought drifts toward the surface:

"Her wings cannot hold my weight,"

And an eleven year battle may finally be lost.

The lack of arms and legs does not phase my foe.

He merely sits waiting for me to no longer fight...

Just ask for mercy.

Ego eram nefas.

Wallflower

Quietly sitting.

Never once anything more than unassuming.

Pithy comments and bouquets of promises

Cannot capture the sparkling oceans within her eyes.

A wallflower of divine intervention and beauty,

She treads softly to leave tracks

In the four chambers of my core.

Yet her mystique, compelling as that of damask rose,

Is palpable.

It thrives on the very solemn essence that holds

My strings together.

And I no longer understand the world without it.

Why would I want to?

Strings

Solemn vows are often subdued in the darkness of Heaven and Earth.

Quiet longings become voiced in desperation and dilapidation.

And the solid groundwork built upon love and tenderness begins to crumble

As the harsh light of reality peels back the velvet sky to show what has occurred.

Persephone knew

As did Orpheus, but his was of lamentation, not of contemplation.

The blind boy pulls his arrows back to those already removed from the board.

And the solid music of Artemis forces us to put on blinders....

To what is right...to what is wrong.

And the pillars of Earth, Heaven, and Hell shake as we commit to

Four words of ferocity.

Four words of terror.

"I don't love you," said in the whispers of Ouroboros.

And our answers are not, "Why not?"

No, we instead say, "And why should you?"

Asleep (With NI)

I meet you in a dream

somewhere in the land of nod

we forget introductions and focus on possibilities

swirling brush strokes of time's children follow

and the indigo moon weeps her joy

surrounded by stars that spell out our future

we stare at our pasts in the embers of cold fires

lip singed scars on our necks the only remaining heat

and long lost touches our only memories

and when we chase the flames again we find them frozen

dead in the four chambers of existence

nothing left but this tiny second of rem

an eternity in my thoughts

as the golden dawn destroys Selene,

my search ends

our eyes open filled with stars and the fresh sunlight

and we step on fresh sand and dew

toward infinite potential

Astronomy (Written with NI)

Slipshot down a nubile curve toward grateful fog

where I lose my mind between her and reality.

Fingers and lips blend into ethereal ecstasy

and in her heartbeat and breath,

I can see the end of the galaxy.

Stars blaze in her eyes asking...begging me

to search brave new worlds.

I navigate by the constellations

now forming along her curves

and lose myself in uncharted moments.

Without a map or guide,

she whispers new directions.

Her words pulling me away toward darkened stars.

Nightblind, I fully succumb to her seductions

and am filled with the secrets of the universe

as the planets succumb to death.

Falling from Grace (Written with NI)

The white shadows form frozen ghosts.

They quietly flit about in static light

and in the darkness of negative space,

I find long forgotten vigils to those not yet imagined

scattered across the abyss like cryogenic dreams

and dancing with an angel on the tip of a needle

until their balance sways and heads toward

points of nullification.

A deep void made of ten thousand shadows.

I become the angel on the tip of a needle

pulling off my own wings

and hoping for a soft landing.

The reasons too many to recollect.

The consequences too hard to fathom.

So, I close my eyes.

The rushing wind becomes my bride.

The air whispers truths and vindications

and the blurring world fades past.

No earth will slow my descent.

No touch will deny my destiny.

No names to fog my clarity, only this...

a silent soliloquy to love's loss.

Memories of ghosts drowning,

in rivers of my own longing,

cannot help to douse the fire of green hope.

As the moments push me further,

they won't let me forget.

I plunge through the mirror.

The surface merely ripples,

reflections dilute and then disappear.

The fall gives way to a sickening rise.

When I open my eyes, everything

and nothing has changed

except for the eyes of March

staring down into my soul.

Seeing more than I am able

and pushing the stars away.

I relinquish my ideals

and give in.

Set down among the dewdrops and nettles

a razor takes form across my heart.

Quiet slashes remove malignant memories

of lost love...lost truth...lost moments

and before the sins appear,

I am bathed in the light

of her innocence long forgotten

redeeming the monster within

to almost child-like savagery.

Faith

Because you have a songbird in your soul

That sings a song of what the universe is, was, and shall be

Because a compass buried in your heart

Points you toward a light beyond the darkened horizon

Because we have to act on faith at times

Or all is lost

Because you have faith

I may not be the monster but the man.