3:14am

Is this a misplaced excitement -
that gnaws at the pit,
and grows ever steady
with every touch of the pen
and every word which is read.

My eye takes in what is not before me,
but what is further than the horizon.
It is not a concrete picture,
but a floating translucency!

Again, I must ask, have I been misplaced?
In the scheme of the world,
I should not think of such frivolous things,
and yet, this palpitation does not cease.

2:11am

What more can one say
If one has given away
my position.

You know where I stand -
With the ever silent offer
and promise.

And I do stand 
With a drip, drip, drip
upon my forehead.

It knocks and irritates
till insanity is a blink away.

Well, here lies the brink.

Yet, surrender?
Torture is expected.

No man's will is a statue.
It is a painting.

Thus, I chose to stand;
be a subject to the game.

3:26am

It's contagious, I think
Often, I think
That maybe a little bit
spreads far
and fast

and for the better.

Like a wave
that dies
against the collision
of those jagged rocks -

- no longer a wave;
simply part of the ocean

4:44pm

Sit by me
And you will see
there is more than one
of me.

Hold my hand
And you will find
I am not the living
kind.

But I'd rather fly
than float.

By God,
I've gone.

4:02am

You have everything
But you don't have anything.

Materials are a formality
And Death an inevitability.

You've got your finger on the trigger,
but Hope is ever devoted.

10:52am

Your sideswept accusations,
and grotesque expectations
and our broken communication,
leave me pinned --
to the ground
I am floored.
You can leave through the door.

3:03am

I am a sleeping sparrow
My blanket is my wings
And though I have the gift of song
I dare not choose to sing.

Six.

Quick to run
Quick to fall
Quick to slam against the wall
Quick to speak
Quick to shout
Quick to pour my whole self out.

3:05pm - God + Me

You are a rainstorm I'd gladly dance in.
The powerful pour down drenches me --
my clothes -- my hair.
I wear evidence that I did not escape --
I chose to stay.
And before I dry,
I'll take every oppourtunity to dance,
Until someone asks why I've been in the rain -
I'll grab their hand and we'll dance again.

2:50pm

Are you a burden or a blessing?
A heaven or a hell?
Between the two, I must say --
It's difficult to tell.

10:27am

One by one the stars went out,
Lights snuffed by the shadow hand.
One by one 'til there was none,
And we sat in darkened land.

I could not see you eye to eye,
Yet your touch was more than enough,
And as you sang me that lullaby
My cries were simply hushed.

“Love, my dear” you said to me, “Will surely lead us through.”
So while this valley may seem deep,
I pour my hopes in You.

12:50am - Hands

I stare at my hands.
The bumps and indents resemble peaks and valleys.
The deep set lines are rivers flowing,
And the fine creases that my eyes strain to see
are streets and paths.

The masterpiece appears to be haphazardly drawn
but on closer inspection the connection is seamless.

These palms are the world,
-- each gesture brings movement to the universe.

I snap and cause sparks and forest fires.
I clap and shift tectonic plates.
When I clench my fists,
I lock up cities to protect them --
And when I open them once more,
the naked fields receive the sun.

I caught the moon between my thumb and forefinger
And so the tides were affected.
I gathered the stars with one wave and then sent them back.

My prints -- I've left everywhere:
The concealed evidence of my existence -
Worlds upon the world,
Upon the railing of the stairwell.

11:45pm - Sipped

She had a mellow meltdown -
Sipping her tea.
She left her biscotti half eaten and she thought about much -
Much about her passing youth,
Much about her failing marriage,
Much about her dead end job,
but mostly much about nothing.
Nothing seemed to fill the everything in her life
and she thought this is why I’m empty -
This is why she did not cry, or scream or throw a tantrum
- this is why she could smile and do small talk with the neighbors
This is why she could sip her tea in a non-chalant fashion
And feed the rest of the bitten biscotti to the dog.
She was neither old nor young – just perpetually in between.
In between what, she could not configure --
She could stay or she could leave but she did neither and either,
And so she kept on sipping her tea -
Sipping her tea -
Sipping her tea -
Sipping and sipping though the cup had long been empty.

2:19am

And I saw stripes - in black and white
A prison in code.
The captive marched on -
Blisters on their soles
Blisters on their souls

Static echoed the concrete halls
Static rang from each corner
The captive chanted on -
The voices aweful
The noises awful.

And I etched hope at the door
And journeyed home to kneel
Till the battle is one --
Till the battle is won.

2:55pm - Oh you don't know.

My caution is the wait.
To be still and stiller,
with no promises, and yet expect.
I can not refund the past
nor define the future
nor read minds
nor force my way --
But to lie in wait
- to be still -
is my audacious gamble -
and my humblest gain.

2:28am

I had a thought once,
but it flew away
Now I think
and it always stays.

1:30am

Bee keeper, Secret keeper,
the busy lips, the hot hazy days
Bare all my inner thoughts
Lost in the bustle and the fuzz
You talk and talk and talk
And I would speak,
Instead I hum -
To your beat
and your buzz.

2:11am - from Dust.

my - dust - wanders - scatters - sinks -
upon your shoulders - you breathe me in
each - speck - of me dances - in - your lungs

Bliss is in these cavities -
But with one breath you breathe -- me out
cast as one body - one heart - one soul

But not whole -- no -- not yet whole.

11:30pm

There is a little light in me
Which flickers in the rain
And thins in heavy blowing wind
And shies by the loud clap

And yet the light survives in rain
The fire burns with might
Whether it be force of nature
Or Human spite or hate

It will not yield -- It will not yield
And while buried in Dark
This tiny little flickering
Will burn unending bright --

1:48am - Travel

Travel is a good companion
Down the winding road
To stop and go, to stop - and - go,
Down the rabbit hole.

Home is where the heart is,
My heart another home
So slide on forward, down the path --
To walk -- to run -- to roam.