Hayo...

Pieces of paper they are
Tear them up and they are gone

Towers of cards they are
Tip them and they fall

They tell us not to act out
To make believe it's alright
When its not.

They say it's not in our place to be God
But I don't see Him around now and then
Would you like to be Him
Just this once?

Let's play a game, save a dame
Distress calls go unheard
The motifs stay clear
Of the ongoing drama.

Why don't you say a word
When it could make all the difference
I may not be the shy type
But I don not like these silent confrontations.

I dream of wars when I lie next to you
I see your face in the crowd
I see them walking away
I see opportunities ungrasped

I'm learning to shut my eyes, close my heart
And ignore the waysides.

Bitter Bitter Me

Do you understand bitterness?

When it seeps into your feet

Twisting itself around the ankles

Creeping onto your thighs

Grabbing you by the navel

Gathering storm in the chest

And then finally punches you right in face.

Do you taste it in your mouth?

The sour leftovers of words undoable

The sweet tasting victory of rage

The bile rising up from unrequited loves.

Do you not recognize it?

In the lines on your face

In the lives of those who are but dead

In the dark clouds empty of rain.

Do you suffocate in it's loud presence

Or do you lash out in blind disdain

I have burned in white flames

But what about the stains.

When did we fall so low

That we can now not stand

And fight?

Conquerors in a trashed out world

Cold and ecstatic, we stand, disfigured

Thoughts that run to you, only you

When did I forget? I am you.

Far away

Kinetic thoughts in a static minefield

The world's going to dust as we dream

Unforseen attacks on my bubblewrap consciousness

A hint of tragedy in a jar of sunshine.

Why do we sleep when we could be making love?

Defeated

Thwarting forward intenions

Mistaken identities walk free

Jaded by quests for unattainable power

Souls warp.

Content in her misery she stays

Forward and backward

The rhythm always the same

She laughs when she bleeds.

He's wary but tired

A penchant for the ugly

He stares bewitched

When she stumbles listless.

One man's fall, another man's pride

One woman's disgrace, a man'sprize.

Where does the river take us

Are you willing to find out?

I want a Revolution

i want to leave my foot prints on clouds
fade within your deepest breath
melt inside your tightest embrace
fold within your soul and become
you.

roses left to starve
mind games yet to start
i lay on my side of the bed
waiting.

cold waves of a dying revolution
cradled in wounded arms
who are they to talk,
when we've barely begun?

and the tears fall insistant
claiming history and a sure future
gently falling into your lap
untidy.

surely you jest
when you say my name
surely it is wrong
when they are right.

there is this road seldom trodden
i want to be that road.

hmm

and i love the bits of sky

that flit between

the greena bandon

sprwaling expanses that last

for a moment

too less

as we speed past

not knowing

unforgiving.

its not that we don't know

it's not that we're pretending

it's not that we stray

it's just life.