Why?

The seas of love are plentiful.

Yet I'm dyeing of thirst.

The food of relationships are everywhere.

Yet I'm dyeing of hunger.

Loneliness is scare.

Yet I have enough to last a thousand lifetimes.

Perfect

Perfection.

That perfect feeling.

That feeling I have searched the world for, and found in my heart.

Treasure it.

Curse it, for I know it's infinite wisdom and beauty.

And I have no one to share it with.

Perfect.

Here and Now

Happiness and loneliness

Walk hand in hand

The simple solitude

The freedom of isolation

I listen to the silence

A tear of sorrow forms in my heart.

A dream.

Destroyed by an awakened reality.

Madness

Poetry of madness

A diary of dreams

Picture book echoes

Cracks with no seams

Songs of sorrow

So beautiful I laugh

Riding life's rapids

In a coffin shaped raft

I once was a man

But now I'm a boy

For she chews up my emotions

Just like I'm a toy

My Prison

The Silence is Deafening.

Smoke filled room.

Littered with trash I associate with memories I'm trying to forget.

No reason to remember.

No reason to hold onto the empty beer cans and unpaid bills.

Too Many hours in the day.

Too many talk shows about everyday freaks.

Can't stomach the news anymore.

The pilgrimages out into the bright light to locate a vocation, so that I may keep my sheltered life, is the only thing that reminds me that I'm not already dead.

My Soul

My soul hurts.

So I cry.

Inside not out.

No water leaves this body.

Inside only.

                       I scream.

Outside the wall is strong.

Only once in a while the sunshine stretches over,

Blinding me.

                         It Hurts.

                       

                                            My soul.

Salty

Soft felt handshakes.

A crowded room.

lip locks,

finger cocks.

Fallen salty tears

from beneath the broken smile.

Reflections of yesterday,

from a forgotten tomorrow.