When I Know the Road Calls My Name

from end to end, to the moon and back

the distance within a setting of time

when not a soul is there to watch me pass

to catch me gazing out the window

to help me realize that I'm not alone

the help i wish i shall not see

street signs and road maps are all I'll read

distance grows then shrinks, only to grow once more

filtering through the artificial jungles

finding a way out before i even begin

not knowing is the only thing I'll know I'll want

not north, nor south, no right, no left, no wrong

civilized trails are calling and they wish to greet me

they, nor I care to determine a destination

for i wish for this to never come to an end

but as everything must, it cannot last

until that one fateful night that shall come

where the sun's torture feeds into the dark

as i lay restless in my hours of sleep

taking only a pause from the tossing and turning

i can hear a distant voice that knows my name

that calls upon me in the open night

and it's there that I'll flee once more

False Momentum

your castle begins to burn to the ground all around you

the flames tare at all you have come to know

the heat rises within the its walls

yet you continue to sit upon your thrown

not moving but your hand to wipe the beads of sweat that run down your temples

the walls begin to give in to gravity

the large stones that make up the roof start to fall

one at a time, then faster and faster

sunlight pears through the now open wounds of your once home

crumbling, succumbing to the flames of retribution

the fortification meant to protect you has become your demise

It Tasted So Sweet

the taste of posion lingers on your lips as you move away from mine. the thought of death begins to linger upon your mind. walking back and forth upon the surface of your imagination. leaving behind foot prints as to where it has wondered. each one sending an intense visualization before your very eyes. fingers that you recognize as your own run over your lips before pulling them away. your look of confusion changes at the hands of what is happening, morphing into the subtle expression of shock that flows across your face, only to be washed away from the coming fear of the uncertainty of what comes next. quivering inside your own body your eyes attempt to make one final connection. staring deep into mine searching for the answer to that one word question; why? your chest begins to freeze, halting its exchange for fresh breathable air. knees buckle as gravity takes you, leaving you motionless on the floor where we once made love. eyes beginning to glaze over while your lively skin takes on a shade of pale, a color of blan that can only be painted by death. your body lay there intimately upon the naked floor which begins to steals your now unneeded warmth. sitting upon a chair in the far off dark corner, my eyes scan over your limp body as a smirk erupts upon my face.

Tip Your Hat

i sit on the porch and stare up
into the dark unknown
looking for what i might never find
an answer to all my questions

Taste You One Last Time

i watch you sit there
and make out with mannequins
as if trying to breath life into them
cold and lifeless bodies
longing for them to return the love
you so desperately give them

all i can do is sit here
and watch as you try so hard
while i make the smallest effort
and make love to someone real

Atlas

feel the pain. the darkness surrounding me. nothing i want. no motivation. pushing things away. i have been here before. its a dark and eerie place. never wished to be back here. cant seam to bring myself to smile. can even find the darkness on the sunniest days. don't know who to turn to anymore. i drive them away. cant always listen to the voice from within. yet it is so strong and has its say. drive the knife deeper yet. the cold steel is felt against my beating heart. can i be the only one. i feel so alone. might as well be on mars. cant breath anyway. frustration take my lungs hostage. trapping the air from moving. becoming stagnant. cant last much longer. isolation seems to me my cure for now. its all i feel. its all i want. not sure who to trust in these days that we now live. day to day the sun comes up. and yet all i see is the darkness it creates. there is nothing that you or i can do about it. we all must play the game. its an easy concept and yet we struggle with it so. but is this suppose to be. are we to struggle. people say its a test. it strengthens us. allowing us to move forward. but when you live in darkness there clearly is no light. no reason. no purpose to move forward. all the while here i am. alive and taking up space in this forever shrinking world. where do i come in. where do we all come in. when it is that we cant combine our efforts. we cant unite under one power to bring about peace and a way of life that allows us to simply live life. for years to come. who do we turn to now to save us. our neighbor. our family. our friends. where are we to turn when you yourself don't know who to trust any longer. times of darkness we have reached. a period of darkness i find myself in. alone. you cant see the writing on the wall when the room you reside in holds no light.

Ego

run to the bathtub for your soup is boiling. slip on the soap and add some flavor. dripping cold water hits the surface. steam rises and peals the wallpaper. gravity holds onto the fallen paper of wall and wont let go. added color to soup masks the bottom of the pot and coats the spoon made from wood of the amazon. picking up flavors along the way.