No two stops in the same place,
All I leave behind, I bury.
Whatever I can't carry, it is gone.
Still, abandoning my past
I seek comfort in my demons —
Running forward, looking back.

We are the cart,
Life is the tracks —
We carry on
But take along
All we pick up along the way.
What was real
Is never gone.

Eye the world suspiciously
And all you'll see
Is hostile.

Recounting memories
Of a rose
We speak of beauty —
Not of thorns or
Broken stems

We sail the stormy
Oceans of uncertainty
In vessels made
Of dread and dreams.

Sometimes all it takes
Is a little nudge
For a problem
To plummet down a well
And disappear —
Not often.
Not today.

Old sayings,
Still repeated —
Long since
Without meaning.
Misbegotten wisdom,
Live the metaphor.

Sane so long we
Keep our minds closed,
Free so long we
Keep our eyes closed —
Little bubbles in the black,
With gravity nor dimension
To limit our eternity.

It is simple —
Do not insist on
Knowing and controlling
Everything,
And there will never be
A need for lies.

We cannot choose
Our love,
Our fear,
Our shame —
And yet we
Assume to be free.

Do not be afraid
To show yourself —
Your quirks amuse me.

A charging cell phone on a nightstand,
A last message left unread —
A social beacon in the night,
A blinking lifeline out of darkness,
A reminder in our solitude
That we are not
Alone.

Facts
Do not
Change feelings.

Ideals fade
In absence
Of accomplishment.

You assume too much —
My promise to deal with it
Never once
Mentioned results.

All she received
Is what I would have
Given you —
And yet,
I am the poorer for it.

Feed the vibe
That frees the mind,
Distort the thoughts
Maintaining
The cycle.

Beware the tides
Which anger rides —
Annoyance shows,
Albeit often
In subtle signs.

Why fret over
Each minor setback —
Save your worries
For when life
Seems to go smoothly.

Fellow artists,
Beyond necessity,
May your ends
Never meet —
Luxury inhibits
Creativity.