Dreaming the Dead

Close your eyes and drift away
to see the souls of yesterday:
ghosts of lives all long since gone
haunt the dreams of weak and strong.
Wailing, warning, lessons of age;
sweetly singing words so sage.
Pray not to make the same mistakes
of those the light of life forsakes.
Learning wisdom from the wise
reading life inside dead eyes.
Open your heart, open your mind
to understand all they provide:
So much they have heard and seen,
so much they almost could have been...
And patiently I wait each night
for dreams of ghosts who know the right.

Hope

I've never been so foolish
so stupid and so blind
to think that you would ever
want to change your one-track mind.
But everybody wants to hope;
it stays the feeling you're alone.
We hope that some day, maybe,
or at some point down the line
that this is that and on and on
if stars would just align.
But hope is for the helpless,
I guess I know that now,
and I will never hope again
for I am far too proud.

Love Is --for those who may need a reminder--

Love is Love
the simple fact,
it cannot be defined.
Not legislated,
not dictated
for Love is always right
Sure, you can fight
and bitch and moan
claiming higher law
but judge not
lest yourself be judged
and find you're in the wrong.
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is peace.
Love is blind.
So how could Love
by any stretch
be offensive
in your narrow heads?
Love is Love,
it's all the same
and if you can't see it,
well, that's a shame...

Nailing the Coffin

I always see the ending
right up by the starting line;
except with you, my darling,
no ending was defined.
I could have loved forever
and somewhere I always will,
but today I swallow tears goodbye;
a sorry, painful pill.
I stayed as long as I could stand
but now I'm on my knees.
Pleading with you: let me go;
if you can't love me, let me free...
Loose the painful fetters
which bind your heart to mine;
pray the gaping wound
will heal if given time.
And love, I wish we could be friends
like in the days since past
but never would I move from here
with an ending such as that.
So break it fast
and break it clean.
Cut from my life
at change of scene.
And maybe one day far from now
I'll see you smile and feel the same,
but for today, tomorrow and on
to see you would bring only pain.
For I've never been in love like this;
never saw a future, a life.
Never thought I'd want to be
so badly someone's wife.
But what is done cannot be fixed
no mending, no suture, no back
I'm sorry it must be this way
but our love has fin'ly cracked.
And I'm sure you meant no ill intent,
no harm, no pain, no sadness
but I will never hurt again
the way you hurt me like this.
So goodbye love,
go live your dreams.
May all you want
be as it seems.
And may you find love in another
for I wish you only good.
And maybe I'll find someone else
who can be all you never would.

Your Wretched Life

You take
but don't know how to give.
Alive
but you can't seem to live.
You lie
until the truth is gone.
Sing
with no tune for your song.
You look
and still can't seem to see,
Beauty
inside of anything.
You feel
but only for yourself.
Sitting
stagnant on a shelf.
You hate
because you know love not.
Death
means nothing if the sun is hot.
You kill
and far too easily.
LIfe
is a commodity.
You lost
your soul too long ago
Spinning
violent without control.
And I wish
you would understand
What it means
to be a man.

Untitled as of yet

It's all I ever wanted;
it's all and somehow more.
It's beautiful and perfect,
it's true and strong and pure.
This feeling in my bones,
in my heart and in my head;
this feeling that I know
I'll never get to feel again.
I used to think "the one"
was a fable, was a lie--
only real in fairy tales
to make sweet women cry.
But then I found you,
found my love,
found the substance
dreams are made of.
So never will I want again
to feel another on my skin.
Never will my dreams be dark
for you have opened up my heart.
I love you now
and tomorrow the same
I'll love you until
the world has no name.
Until the sun
is empty space,
until the very
end of days.
And I know you don't feel for me
the way I feel for you
so you'll keep searching, diligent,
to find a love as true.
So go my love
please go and find
whatever it is
you lack inside.
Whatever it is
I could not be,
love her now
instead of me.
I promise I'll be fine;
I know I'll be alright
because my heart has felt
a love for which others pine.
Because all good things shall meet their end
and this, our end has come,
just know I'll look for love no more
for you, you were my one.

Poetic Manifesto

Someone I knew once asked me
what it was that I believed.
"In everything; in nothing"
was the answer I conceived.
I believe in rock and roll,
in the smell right after rain,
in poetry, in music,
that none of us are sane.
I believe in kindness,
in giving what you get;
in Karma, retribution,
in peace and love and sex.
I believe in yin and yang;
in harmony, content.
I believe in blissfulness
when not a dime is spent.
I believe in physics
and that all of us are one,
fighting for our names
underneath the rising sun.
I believe in learning
so much more than being taught.
I believe we're everything
and also that we're naught.
I believe in melodies
which play within our heads,
in what it is that's done
so much more than what is said.
I believe in being
and in being on your own;
in learning how to smile
even when you're all alone.
I believe in highways
and in backwoods country roads,
I believe feet should be bare
with sand between the toes.
There is no good or bad,
only wrong and right:
An infinity of color
instead of black and white.
I believe that childhood
plays part in who we are
but if all you do is blame it,
you won't get very far.
I believe in math, in art,
in birds and grass and trees,
that we all take life for granted,
and there's no such thing as weeds.
And my beliefs might differ
from most people you will meet
but isn't that the beauty
of the things which we believe?