Dawn and Dusk

These eyes have been closed for way too long. The sun seems way too bright. Unprepared to face the day, unprepared to face the night. Stranded somewhere in between my dawn and your dusk. Searching for reasons to dry out and rust. But last I will and last I'll stay, waiting for answers to turn and say. I'll stop, look up, and face the sun. Open my eyes, hold still, become. A steadier stance for you to stand. For me to allow, for you to land.

Woven by Silence

These are the songs I'd like sung, the words I'd like read. The poems to be heard and thoughts to be said. This bed seems so warm, away from the darkness. Laying here for a while, an eternal while. So still, so honest. So pour me a drink, a second to say, a bleeding heart bandage beginning to fray. The wound is now fatal, debating the past. Deceiving the current, the present, the last. Drunk on the poets who drink the divine. Swallowing fragments of distant design. And still I lay here, so still, so honest. Hard shell of a room, a dark and low nest. Woven by silence and laced with decay. The birthplace of now will hatch, then fly away. There's no understanding, no time machine fix. No solution, no ending, no candle, no wick. But might there be fire, a glisten, a flame. Burning with passion, then out with the same. Still will I lay, with honest refrain. A verse from a vow, a puddle from rain. A flood from a river, homeless in my home. My feet need no cover, they forever are cold. But still I lay down, eyes slower to squint. I'm striking goodbyes with a trustworthy flint. The songs that I sing, the words that I read. A poem to hear and thoughts to be seen.

Stream of Conscious

When thoughts become words.
Drifting carefully into the air.
The world makes room for me.
When time loses the battle against my will.
My mind and my soul.
The world makes room for me.
When the stream of consciousness flows.
Lives, breathes, cries.
The world makes room for me.
Daring to become the thought itself.
Daring to swim alongside my heart.
Closing my eyes to see myself.
My emotion, my passion.
The truth that surrounds me.
Swirling inside my head.
From one second to the next.
From days to weeks and seasons that change.
I will change too.
Holding the hands of my past.
Dancing to the sound of expression.
And forever moving with the rhythm of love.

Whenever Wherever

Distance crawls back into bed. Waits, sleeps, dreams. Timing is effort and romance is effortless. So take ease, take care, and take comfort in what you can. Everything is everyday, and everyday is all we have. Not now, or then, or things that were. I'm drifting, swaying, swimming with the current. The stream of consciousness that moves us all. Don't fight it, don't stall, don't hurry, don't worry at all. I'm here, always will be. Always care. Always listen. Always share. Always take the time that needs to stare, needs to be patient and needs to know not how, but where. When is not the answer. It pulls us further away from truth. So wherever you are, whenever you are, I will always be there.

Mark & Marie

The glimmer of her ring dances in his eyes. Shades of love, truth, and faith paint the past with hopeful tears and even brighter years to come. Her pain finds comfort in his arms. His heart takes rest beneath her smile. With one step and one breath at a time, the lives of two become one. One for each other, intertwined with a strand of heaven. Holding on to the glow of a mysterious light. The light that shines from above, drawing them closer and closer together. Three become one. One soulful song sung with folded hands, graceful words, and passionate ears. Forever listening and forever heard. I try to sing along, try to join their dance. Their blood runs through my veins, flows through my heart, carries me through life. I'm nothing without them. They teach me how to live, how to love, how to leave all conditions behind, embracing the beauty of creation, the beauty that lives within us all.

So here's to thirty years and thirty more. May we all experience the same joy and happiness you've found. May we continue to encourage, as you encourage us. You're the reason why I've never felt completely alone, lost, or abandoned. I find myself in you, Mark and Marie, Mom and Dad. I love you more than you'll ever know and more than I could ever express. Here's to you, and here's to the blessing of life and sacrifice you offer to me, my brother, your family, and all of your friends. I hope and pray that I can offer the same to you.

Faces Frame the Light

Breathe into my lungs, a song. A soft and gentle word. A phrase that stays inside my heart, exhaling my every thought. Excitement beneath the sound. The whisper, the air around.

The silhouettes of souls searching for a sign. A sigh. A certain kind of confident shy, covering the eyes that pierce my mind. See straight through the distance, I need to try.

So keep me there. Keep me near, cause far is not so far at all, and faces frame the light that sleeps under the stars when clouds retain the flashes from the sky.

I'm safe here.

Safer than I've ever been before.

Ode to Tragedy

It's time to put pen to paper, paint to canvas. The wind is blowing me west, and there's a storm on the horizon. This attraction to disposition can't last, cause I smoked that cigarette way too fast. To feel light. To feel right. Swirling around inside my head. Stop spinning, reaching for something too far to reach. From here to there. So far. So close. So incredibly out of control. Why? The answer is right in front of me. A shadow casting roles for rolling myself back into a ball of confusion. The reflection is true. An image of despair. Despising the past, afraid of the now. How? How can I be there if I'm not even here? Three words. But not the three I need. Or are they? The lack of something not yet in it's place. Carry me back to where I was before. Before the storm that left me stranded on an island of regret. Three years ago this May. Set the clock straight. It's crooked, hanging on the wall. About to fall, about to crack, about to call this what it is. My tragedy is not yours. And your tragedy is not mine. At least for now. In time I hope to see the wind change it's direction. Drawing the air out from my lungs, breathing new life into this lonely heart. One beat at a time. One step in the right direction. Two. That's what it takes. Two steps in perfect time with each other. Guiding each other. Away from this hell. Away from the spell that puts me down. Deep underground. Disappearing. Infinite. With no turning back. Only a search for a way out. A way back into the heart of the boy I once was and will be again, but with the grace to make it new. Take it slow. Watch, listen, accept.