Where are we
but forever
Alone, together
in the cosmos
of our love.
Alone, together
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The boy who cried gently to the wolf.
You can sense it you know,
yourself shutting down—again
with the change of scenery, again
with the change of heart.
It’s like trying to stop a freight train
running yourself empty, till
all there is is but to explode.
It’s a very empty place to be living.
It’s a very empty place to be born.
It’s a beautiful fall day, though, isn’t it?
Isn’t it beautiful, this
in depth exhibition of yourself—
without the guts, with all the answers
and nothing all that good say.
Victims
But there are no victims here,
just prisoners of choice,
who wear recycled smiles,
and boil inside.
You just have to live.
Being sober’s
as overrated
as being drunk—
nobody wins.
You just have to live.
The Devil to one is God to another.
The Devil to one
is God to another.
It’s a cycle continued
that is, until
we stop looking to the sky,
stop burying our trauma,
and look our neighbor
dead in the eye,
without retaliation or judgement
and listen, to one another’s heart
which beats to the same rhythm
as a newborn babe
that is, until
birth begins
its earthly decay.
Consciousness
If you’re not sure
then pause, wait
and listen to the sounds
of conscious—nothing—ness.
The volume of the moon
I was never ready
but always willing,
unable to refuse
the volume of the moon.
Life’s worthwhile
Every single day
She reminds me
Life’s worthwhile
Be Honest
Just be honest and allow the rest to follow.
A message from that time I cut myself off from the world. (circa 2009)
What I lost in my depression
What developed over time
Who grew within my absence
Who called but couldn’t find
The person who they once knew
Who only wished to die
Where deep within my fortress
Of solitude did I
Salute them in their merit
Who tried from time to time
To free me from my burden
Which words could not describe
Though even in my heartache
I never told a lie
But took pride in them knowing
Their strength I too could find
That’s why I keep them with me
Past lovers, friends, and my
Gratitude for suffering
This awfully fragile mind
Grown with understanding
Like fruit picked from a vine
I’m grounded by their blessings
And grateful for this life
Words Of An Average White Male 