attack

this is another attack
another way to diminish--
another way to seclude
another way to intrude
another start to finish

this is another attack
a simple complication--
a simple symbolic gesture
a simple cyclonic censure
an overnight cessation

so close your eyes
it's too close to disguise...
back away from the scene
it's all a part of the scheme
it falls apart at the seams…

doncha turn your back on this attack
even though it might look like just another hack
you never know how much punch it might pack
until it's complete

doncha turn and run until you think it's done
it'll bite and fight you til the black conclusion
systemwide failure custom tailored
to bring you to your knees

wind plays

the leaves have all blown away
in the autumn wind
skinny bare gray branches will break –
under the weightof the heavy snow
almost as heavy as her sigh...


and the wind plays with her hair


sitting cold on the old stone bench
with her thoughts
trying to compromise –
how to choose
without making a choice
is the hardest choice of all...


and the wind plays with her hair


her feet are bricks as she trudges home
but home is not really home
it's just another place to be alone –
passing a bright open cafe door
laughter warm and cookies
her shoulders are bricks now too...


and the wind plays with her hair

evidence

living or dying
is hardly a choice
it's a decision
to die as a result
or live with the consequences

comparing the world i see
to the world that appears to me
on the other side of the fence

is like wrestling with invisible foes
but it's a struggle nonetheless

makes my eyes ache
and my muscles tense
digging for clues to the unknown
searching for camouflaged evidence

so cunning in it's disguise
hidden in plain view
looking like everything else around it
bathed in a baby's innocence

sleep

curl up with a good book
at the end of a day
dont forget to close the curtains
turn out the light
oh to sleep the sleep of the dead
just try to have a dreamless night
just try

masses of faceless robots stare at me
through the wind
their metal oily greasy fingers grabbing
at my skin
lost in empty houses where i swear
ive never been

spirits curve around my brain
and freeze me
voices from way back when
just tease me

no longer are my dreams an escape
theyre just a new slippery slope
to the dark side of my brain

coming down on the other side
of the med
its the catalyst of the melee
in my head
a love hate relationship
when im in rem

but it does color
my subliminal state
without it i would be
swimming in ashen gray
im a slave to the benefits
i dont want to escape

i live on a slippery slope
to the dark side of my brain

cast away

without control exists chaos
and chaotic existence kills life

disagreeing with the masses
or not following the leader's lead
temporarily creates diversion
camouflages internal need

casting away individuality
is not clamping on the chains
identifing loss of indemnity
hides eternal flames

and creating existence
to extinguish it
and building just to raze
sequesters juried evidence
blocks the light
creates more night
and less days

without control exists chaos
and chaotic existence kills life

waves

the dreams came pouring
out of her mind like rain
translucent waves
of cool blue membrane
past reflections
and distant horizons yet to gain

masking her mask
with a mask of indifference
committing to both
while maintaining her innocence
the facade of smile or frown
does not reflect real intelligence

her inner being soon melted
to her core so pure and smooth
the pathway to her innocence
overshadowed by her mood

she danced
and she captured face of the moon
in her fingertips
she swam across the ocean
with a siren's song on her lips

she sang
she sang the song of the sky from her heart
she swam across the waters
until the heavens fell apart

Idolatry

With no feeling in his hands
he could touch
The sun.
But with no feeling in his heart
he'd never touch
The Face of God.

empty

ive been sitting here
watching life go by
watching the rain fall
seeing the puddles dry
looking for rainbows
out of my cloudy eyes
but all ive seen so far
is an empty sky

ive been sitting here
trying to smile and sing
trying to put into song
all the trouble life brings
trying to tie together
a few of the empty things
and make a new lifeline
out of a lifeless string

for you

cold thunder rolls like boulders
over thin tin rooftops
bright blinding lightning crackles down to earth
heavy metal raindrops pound on me like cast iron fists
as i run to the hills

tripping on my undone shoestrings
slipping on mossy grey stone
flashing crashes shaking me to the bone
grasping branches rip my skin as i push thru
as i run to the hills
for you

youll never know
where i go
what i do
for you

youll never understand
what kind of man
i am
for you

ears

buzzing
one thousand crickets at night
a jungle heavy with the cacophony of life

whistling
one hundred teapots on high
winter winds down a rocky mountain side

a pulsing layer of omnipresent static
melts over every tone that i hear
the clipped signals get further filtering
as they pass to my brain
from my ears

piercing
the aural knives slice and dice
reducing musical flavor to tasteless bits

screaming
a thousand birds in a thousand cages
terrified children running across a stage

trials and spirits

keeping the boiling turmoil controlled
wrapped tightly in an angry ball
in the pit of my inner being it hisses
anxiety seeps
between the knots.

but the rolling mass does not escape
it remains within my grasp
locked inside a nervous embrace
pushed down
until it stops.

in the throes of death it lashes out
against psychological constraints
dwindling, whining as the fire grows cold
one last gasp
to influence my thoughts.

the ghost rises skyward out of sight
my spirit regains it's strength
i can once again control my fate
during the trials
and tribulations
of life.