Five O' Clock Shadow Before the Dawn

you hold a gun in your hand

but can you see what I hold in mine

that tongue of yours never seems to sleep

as mine is always looked upon

for an answer that cannot be heard

for I am nothing like you nor will I be

you may choose to turn your head

or close your eyes in this changing time

but mine are open and hand stretched forth

for we both know things will change

regardless of how ignorant

you may choose to be

ignorance may be bliss

but your bliss is just a defence

for what is and has come to be

like all defences this one too

will begin to crack and come to pass

Nothing But Lines

rain drops filled with a single memory

each falling of rain like the telling of a story

here within a time and a place

each rain storm is transformed into

the telling of a thousand lives and beyond

wind does blow an the words are shaken

they fall one after another

coming together altering rainfall

into an endless story

puddles grow and time does fade

the rains are gone and the words have stopped

reflecting emotions grow louder as the

air is filled with an abundance of an earthly silence

once rested grey skies now begin

to transition into a speckled black

a nightly abyss holds its own secrets

flickering, twinkling, telling;

this endless endeavor too has something to say

As the Streets Become Filled with Water

you, they, he, I and she

wander between the seemingly endless maze

that has become to make up the outer defences

broken they must be and the empire will tremble

begin to fall as their defences begin to suffer

burnt and red the walls change under kiss of sun

satisfied with only but to succeed we leave

not to turn a head in the destruction behind

your, their, his, mine, and her

lives continue for a walk upon two feet

When I Ride You

you must be weary of the morning shadows
they filter around the corners of the dawn
our star tries so hard to void them out
yet they still find a way to creep in
morning shadows know no bounds
upon trees, on rocks, under foot
that is where they hide
that is what they have become

holding onto what they know

night leaves them behind

cold and empty they are left

alone to travel aimlessly

within the murky hours of twilight

until at last the star we all know

begins to win its battle

warding them off they fall

out of view, far from home

yet we all know their secret

they'll be back for another fight

Blood on the Computer

heavy eyes and soap shavings

this is not the world i remember

when shadow is allowed

to overcome the walls

the vines wont be able to succeed

moonlight can only hold it off for so long

before she herself becomes consumed

within its echoing dark past

although that's just a day we must look to

one far beyond the west

that is a world i wont remember

heavy eyes speak poems and

stoplights choose to change their color

Rough Carpet Beneath

ear to the floor and they say that they want more, that they need more. take it away and you just cannot hear. lower the level, the sounds simply come back. broken and partial, the line grows longer. hear their lives through the bottomless floors. reverberations off the walls into your mind.

I Watched You Laugh

roll your eyes from right to left

across the floor be sure they know the rest

the window will not open

until the wind shows its face

coming from hilltops and where its been laid to rest

for here nor there can no leaf fall

from cantaloupe changing to Canterbury

it cannot lie without the rest

One Less

they just couldn't seem to tell him

the truth that was behind all the tears

and it continued to well up inside

days gone by and him not knowing

the words lay torment to their minds

their mouths shutter and stop at the thought

the tongue lay still for the pain is too much

he still does not know the pain of truth