I want to put you on a pedestal,
so that I may sing to you high praises,
but I do not have the voice.
I want to tell you the greatness you bring,
so that I may know the joy you bring me,
but I do no have the words.
I want to pull you near and hold you tight,
so that you may share the peace I have found,
but I do not have you.
A thousand pills and counting.
seeking sanctuary of an altered reality
time moves slowly, chemical reactions create a new life
reality is out of grasp
silent creeping sobriety sets in
despise everything you’ve let yourself become
A chemical distraction, fade into darkness
spare yourself from light.
the light that burns like a raging fire.
reality out of grasp again
make your way through fantasy
an alternate reality; forget who you are
sink into ignorance. bliss in which is found.
Two thousand pills and counting.
As I look over my shoulder
at the paths I have traveled,
I see the bridges I have crossed
are broken and fallen.
Over the long years
that which has not been intentionally burnt,
has succumbed to age and neglect.
I can look back at the ground I have covered,
but my only direction can be forward.
Searching for home,
searching for you.
In your mind you feel cold,
in your eyes you see frost.
In your mind you feel hot,
in your eyes you see waving air.
In your mind you feel the evil in the world,
in your eyes you see the blade penetrate your heart.
In your mind you feel love,
in your eyes you see love enveloping the world.
Which do you want?
Which do you choose?
Which do you see?
I wander into
A room full of people who
Know him but not me
It takes a village
The old proverb tells us
But that’s subjective
I go out walking
And stop and smell the roses
What else do you want?
It smells like urine
In the park you don”t go to
The homeless folks park
To exist or not?
Raised by hamlet, who really
Has the right answer
Where are your weapons?
The general asks us poor
We can’t afford them
To look into the
Depths of another mans soul
Is not for the weak
Tread lightly around
Lions and Tigers and Bears
During the winter
Always in an envelope, seemingly drifting
now awake, the current slows
eddies whirl around me, return the physical to me
two hands pulling,
one of pleasure, with no reward
the other of difficulty, unseen mountains to climb