Called by passion, we hold to one another forever breaking time zones and rules crushing delusions of mediocrity and just by holding hands we pull our fragile hearts from flimsy cases in order to reveal their splendor and show the world our true selves (between us, we share each other)   And the simple act of running my hands through her hair is enough for me   to fully understandthe way the world works I connect to the holy, to the impermissible through her touch, a...

I'm part of the revolution fools and lovers combining hearts and wishful thinking pushing past the dead results We are power united sick of hanging chads and dying Manchurian candidates We are together fighting the only world we've ever known fighting conformity fighting carelessness We must be careful don't meet me at the coffee shop it's under heavy surveillance the park is a better place The election is a sham We've decided, predecided our destinies We are shackled ...

this time a slow moving car chase 13 days long now growing shorter by the moment the racers are waiting to scream and yell, and i will tolerate the narcotic road race 8 days longer i measure time by car lengths weary and torn ready to go home i measure life by heartbeats ready to be in your chasing arms and i will chase your smiles past bags and labels and trays i will chase forever until i catch you time come slowly time come quickly please come any way you can i ...

the world a door to unkown hangs on an emotional hinge on the songs of lovers it swings forward and back a pendulum of time on the voices of mothers it opens (and closes) keeping safe, letting go we dance on the panels swing to and fro in the kisses of the sun race down the molding roads, highways, rivers, causeways and into bliss and open arms we look into futures of sleepless nights and beautiful dreams through windows of hopes desire we find ourselves through the wor...

I write about love about life, about firsts exit wounds and shouts I write about the past about football and cheese I write about the past my childhood My strangeness, my difference I write about them I think about them My personal scapegoats I blame small children who now know better for my problems, "I wasn't popular, I was teased." I say that, as if it's a free pass to sympathy and support. I hate it. I do it without thinking - create tragedy where none existed b...

These are our times two voices across miles sing songs of normality crazy stories, fond memories music of togetherness connected by towers hello and goodbye my beautiful dream my straight path, my darling my blessing, my love sweetest dreams I wish for you dreams of us together again until dreams are reality I will wish for sleep

Distance the word falls off my tongue oil for lonely fire I hold burning inside my chest What is a smile, a moment are they concepts of two souls entwined or the tangible foolish ramblings of a poet boy and his I-miss-you girl? Distance what an ugly word.

We live on fragile terms everything crystalline, delicate my world, the china-shop made of people, tress, lamp posts baby kittens Things get broken so easily We can try to glue and mend the pieces back together but cracks still show show all to well We could only be makers leave the breaking but we are just bulls that can't stop the rampage of our hearts

I can't find my feet or my composure, composition the pen feels cold indifferent in my hand I'm inspired by insignificance no words flow from mind to pad have I lost my poet? have I lost my Self? It's been an age of faltering prose lacking, lackluster but I'm trying I'm trying

In the darkness of this cool parade I think I need a sunset To clear out every broken phrase each pain not paying rent Clear them from my breaking mind I can't even see straight I know it's you I need to find I hope it's not too late To tell you that I miss you to tell you that I love you to tell you that I need you to say I see your face to tell you I'm a trainwreck to tell you it's just a pay check to tell you that I'm dreaming to end this fucking day. It's eating me ins...

Leaves fall, float by, reds and oranges, greens to wear a fresh new coat of bright white in coming days Seasons change from green to orange people change from warm to cold places, times, lives change to icy wastes and frozen plains the leaves change always ready to fall, ready to die and leave us behind ready for winter coldness, ice And I, I wish for the summer wish for the sunshine wish for green wish for life Leaves change, Minds change Clothes change, And h...

The synapses fire shock upon shock lines keep on buzzing to make the gears click, to see the cogs turn to open the pathways for word to fly through and reach hand and paper to reach out to you. The cranks are all whizzing the gears are all clicking but nothing gets out the poet despairs and calls to his loved ones and asks them for gifts of words that are new asks them for peace for something, anything that's true. Inspiration comes calling at inopportune hours, to sin...

The only way to live life living here in love and those living here the living hear the living songs on high come from up above and living lives of lonely life as fragile as a dove makes living life a living fight that I wish to see no more of. And I open my eyes, and you are all I see and faith is mine, for I'm everything I can be without you, I know that I am weak, with you, I know that I am me. You are my sun, my ever-light the living song I hear the chorus sounds of t...

All I have is music All I have is sound All I have is wonder All I have I've found Is purer than a snowflake Is beautiful as the stars Is 4 hours from here to nowhere, Is always in my heart. I will keep on living if just to see her face she is my perfection she is my saving grace. If I should loose this moment and wake up in alarm I pray you Lord forgive me and put me back into her arms. So I can keep on breathing till again we're in one place to help me keep believing in y...

I beg with stars who know nothing of hearts I ask "show the way" and they reply living - living is foolish living is not safe living is loud and old living is quieter than the forest living is on display for us to see You know naught of life, say I and know not what life can bring They smile and laugh at me the arrogant speck of dust and twinkle in their bitter ways then pull clouds over their beautiful faces to hide from me the truth I beg with stars who never knew ou...