He asked me a question...

...and then there was Silence.

Silence was met by the sleeping Cold.
Loneliness sighed - she sank to the floor;
Hope shattered, but gamely tried to keep his feet.

Shackled, they sang.
They sang to the Silence,
they sang the Cold awake,
they sang their tears to ice.

Hard, so hard, they armored themselves;
wrapped in frost and pain,
waiting for warmth, waiting for another song.

driving home

the long highway stretches out before me

a lonely song from a make-shift radio, the only voice in my head

if I close my eyes, would it all just go away?

would there be time for fear or pain, if I didn't know what was coming?

the quiet solitude of oblivion

so welcoming 

thoughts

Don't leave me alone with my thoughts.
They hurt me.

[I'll go wherever you will go.]
Just don't leave me alone.
The darkness creeps in,
     shadowing my edges as you pull away,
     overtaking me when you turn.
I'm not strong enough.

I know it's wrong.
I know my thoughts shouldn't hurt.
I fight them, always.
Sometimes I win. Sometimes I'm just so tired.

Sometimes the best feeling is blank.
Nothingness is better than being carved like
     Picasso's sculpture;
the blade of memories knows exactly where to slice,
     again and again.

I'm not lost.
I know what's happening here.
Some days I can corner it, cage it in a little box
      in the bottom of my mind.
Some days I'm too dizzy and
     I can't find the key.

I need a little help.
Just hold me up.
Don't leave me alone.

Memorial Day

- you lost it all
to save us from ourselves -

- an offering
taken from your flesh -

- your light went dark
but I remember you -

- you, the Fallen,
who gave it all
to save us from our fates.


to the Fallen





(2012)

one heart

I am your Archer - 
I am your Bones -
I will guide you true,
I will steel you stance.

I am your arrow - 
I am your vision -
I will see your heart,
I will help you dance.

in the diary of bones

In the diary of bones
let the words fall where they may,
they linger for dissection,
caught there, where they can't decay.

By the Archer's point,
the timid words, examined,
are strung out and fire-cast,
iron from ashes and a gilded corpse.

some days

some days aren't so great

and are so bad

some days

i'm just pensive

taking in

taking everything in

some days

are sadder

wiser

some days i'm just an observer

the world goes by

to a faster tune

some days

my drum is slow

and it's not so bad

but not so great

the walk

I'd show you the face
of a thousand years,
if you would hold my hand.

I'd show you the heart
of a broken life,
if you could see the child.

I'll teach you the ways
of a tangled soul,
if you will listen kindly.

My voice will stray
so stay right here,
and let your touch be guiding.

Our step so light
no footprints follow,
ahead is all we need.

not always

Unraveling the abyss -
that mad churn leeching behind me,
screeching bells in my ears -
your hand out, ahead;
I focus on you, clasp you -
Please don't let me go.

In your grip, cloaked,
I can look back, safe,
and see the horror you saw;

it was home
for so long.

But not always.


Not always.

exquisite

your hands are wise
though your tongue is quick;

yet your voice soothes
while your touch arches
exquisite
across visceral truth.

pierced

pierced.
arched.
swathed
     in pain
     that comforts
     the tortured.
make it merciless.
make it hard.
sow me love
     the way I know
     the way that kills.