I Come With

Arms open
like petals to the
face of the Sun
Dreams burn
fireworks shower
Red white sparks
Mind open
small ideas
take root
bloom
Opening petals
to the roof
of the Sky

Lost in 1993

Some days
So old my bones
Stiff and locked
rusted joints
tired eyes
tilted smile
Some sunrises
It is mind numbing
how mucn time has past

Breakfast Jump Up

I need my morning kick
that warm rich smell
cool mornings are best with
Coffee and cream
waking my mind to sleepy ideas
shaping poems in the dawn

Friday Falling Rain

Surprised by an early morning rain shower
My morning adventure cut short
slip into dry cafe
Your double stares back at me
Shocked to silence
I find a corner and watch rain fall
On to city streets

The Trick

I speed across the horizon
crossing into dreams
playing rock and roll emotions
playing rock,paper,scissors
with my imagination
planting seeds that will grow
Into new ideas
new feelings
new love
Walking hand in hand with ghosts
Until you fade

The Trickster

There is a ring around the moon
and a ring around your finger
I burn continents with my right hand
Make rivers run red
with my sorrow
You cannot imagine the pain
in my chest
how it twists when I wake
from these dreams
I terrorize the Gods
and throw them from their thrones
Burning gasoline
I speed across the horizon

Al Niyat

Engines burn through
The black cold of Space
ship adrift
In an unknown solar system
Strange stars make new patterns
Hard light cuts through rock
Through metal
I took this job to escape love
On my home planet
To find a way to be a hero
So my Angel would return to me
But now I am lost
Light years from home
I send out one final distress
Hoping my last love letter
My last plea to her
Reaches
that blue planet

Fire Fight

I keep a light on
a flame burning
Looking out looking glass
feeling empty
feeling
window pain
you reflect like ten million candles
burning retinas
I click click click
And wish for home
Smashing bottles to look for genies
or that last drop of oblivion

Useless

It's too complicated to fix now
Like the puzzle pieces of my heart
That need stitched together
Some people are born in Heaven
and others in Hell
Some just carve their own paths there
nothing is too complicated to fix
You just have to be willing to take risks

Fiction

You compare us
but it's like apples and oranges
cats and dogs
He is a successful lyricist
I'm a poetic hack
He sings songs on stages across the globe
I read my work to drunks in bars
he dreams of the fame
I don't dream at all
and yet
My star is starting to shine
My work refined
No longer teenage angst
But adult frustration
His age showing
My face still baby fresh
Choose your own adventure
You walked away from the path I'm on
even when I extended my hand
And invited you along
One day my response will be
I told you so...

Nothing Really Matters

Halo bent and twisted
wings bruised and broken
sleep seems like a savior
we rush to grab what is ours
pushing pulling feelings apart
I am pulled in four directions
My heart breaks under the strain
thoughts scatter in the wind
dusty and easily forgotten
cursing is easier than loving
easier than trying
I watch the sun rise
and as you make peace with your own demons
mine still put up a fight

Sands Shift

Ticking down the minutes
clock watching
Counting the hours
Like days
Like months
years until I see you again
different life times
Time
conceptual
Time
makes fools of us both

Green with Envy

It is like watching a train wreck
In slow motion
Our love is slow motion
Pushing the envelope
pushing distance
kidding ourselves with our choices
I react nuclear

Art Museum Steps

Wielding words like weapons
Stutter stepping sentences
Postulating perilously on paragraphs
poetic assassin
Leaking love
murdering memories
bring beauty back
To dying art forms

Grinding Teeth

I wipe red and black sleep from my eyes
Yawning
Stretching dreams
sigh away lost soulmate
stretching love to the extreme
I break morning bread
And pray for rain
Wish for change

Reincarnation/Let's Try This Again

Two people so stupid for each other
That they push each other away
and make lives that are not intertwined
but separated by distance
Hearts that will go on hurting
Through smiles and holidays
until the next life they live
brings them back together
and fate gives them yet another chance

Four Lines About Everything

Fate brought it together
Love tore it apart
I patiently wait
For it all to restart

Comic Book Blues

I dodge bullets
Deflect knives
detect the poison in my food
Superhuman
I fight monsters
madmen
demons
aliens
stop wars before they start
rescue damsels in distress
Keep trains on their tracks
all these things I do
and still I can't hold on to you

Do You Know That

My happiness is a fragile thing
like stained glass
and something as simple as a word
Can be like throwing a stone
shattering
And then I wait..
until I have the inclination
to pick up the glass
cutting my hands
my feet
and starting over again
Fresh blood for fresh start

Trouble

I play sorrow
I play 6 strings
I play 88 keys
I sing about what should have been
I sing what it really is

Morning Drive

Moutain smoke
leads west
like those books we used to read
about cowboys braking horses in Mexico
falling in love with land owners daughters
bleeding in Mexican prisons
Rivers crest
washing away the past
like topsoil
drowning love in muddy water

Detour: Road Closed

Walk clouds
Sidewalks to the Sun
Feathered highways
Flown to exotic islands
burnt offerings on the altar
incantations spark the flame
Spells take hold
changing the laws of Nature
walking clouds
Like solid pathways paved by the Gods

Sock Puppets

Like atom bombs
we explode sugar cane
Dreams are cotton candy
fluffy
Super villian villainy
Fantasy freedom
I bring flowers for the occasion
Dance dangerous across
the floor
Take a bow
and plant my flag
on the second moon

Tumbling Tuesday

That's the way to my heart
new starts
Sweetarts
blue jeans in shopping carts
I talk with my fists
bleeding wrists
Blues twists

Origami

My anger is spent
shuffing off youth
I shut the car door
and drive highway miles
I kiss stars at night
burning your paper moons
as headlights

Like a Mile Away

There is
blood
blood
blood
on my hands
blood that is not my own
blood on my shirt
blood on the stone
that lies at my feet
blood on my shoes
blood in my sleep
There are
ghosts
ghosts
ghosts
in my home
ghosts in my car
ghosts in my bathroom
ghosts glowing like stars
that shine in the sky
ghosts in my bed at night
ghosts that cry
and I don't know the reason
why
why
why

Paper Cuts

Words cut
deeper than your disappointment
Sharper than a knife
Red dress dances
twirls
spins
Drinks empty
voice drained
microphone unplugged
words cut
deeper than your truth
sharper than the love that was sacrificed
plant a tree
write a poem
fly on wings of blue