Coming Fourth

time was when time past
and hangovers subsided
leaving no regrets

early on Sunday
the sun shines at a green light
hesitation stops

desperate to lie
finding need replaces want
with tears staining cheeks

adrift in the wind
and relentlessly stumbling
in pursuit of home

knowing perfection
in all it’s imperfection
a broken soul waits

No Matter

Hopelessly
yet ever
faithfully
stumbling
down the path.
No matter
It may never matter
blind
deaf
but not dumb
nor dead
Seeking
Grace
Finding
nothing
even close to
Hope.

untitled

Brood
In insignificance
In advance of
Nothing

Supernatural

say the words
do the time
feel the stab

trip the trigger
slip the mind
forget the time


flash the pan
check the meaning
hold the ghost

bait the line
say the prayer
cleanse the soul

Wishes

pointless wishes waste
only pennies in the wind
as the soul bleeds dry

Unspoken Silence

Meaningless words
well thought out
mine
hers
the rest
silence
between the lines
It shouldn't
but does
I own it
and know it
on my knees
and bowed
before it
after it
blinded by it
silenced by it
tortured by it
by me
and everything I
never was
or could be
or will be
pointless thought
left unspoken
mine
not hers
the rest
in silence.

Always Okay

In the face of everything
I am okay.
Better than.
And always.
If asked.
Which no one ever does.
I guess by now it's assumed.
I am okay.
Always okay.
In the face of everything.
Loneliness.
Heartbreak.
Hunger.
And pain.
Even when scared.
Scarred.
Healed.
Loved.
And feared.
In courage.
Faith.
Grace.
Confusion.
And hopelessness.
I am okay.
Always okay.
Am I?
Yes.
As far as anyone knows,
I am.
Always okay.
Just ask.
I'll tell you.
But you won't ask.
No one ever does.
So in silence,I am okay.
Always okay.
As far as you know.
In the face of everything.

The Choice I Made

It is the choice
I made And I am lonely.
Not for people,I have plenty of people.
I am lonely for me
And me alone.
I am lonely for energy, connection, peace, solitude.
I am lonely for her
And her.
And two more.
I need what they bring
What they give.
I need to know,
need to feel.
I need their spirit, their soul, their arms, their comfort.
It was my choice to leave,
My choice to go,
My choice to find me here.
And I am.
So far from them,
All of them.
But one.
Yet I wonder...
Who am I without them?
Do I want to be without them?
I am lonely in a room filled with new strangers,
Desperate for me
And me alone.
And them, too.
I need them,
Each for a different reason,
But each for energy, connection, peace, and solitude.
I reach out and they don't know,
Will never know,
Will never guess
How lonely I am for me
And me alone
And for them, too.