Empathy

Feeling the death of the day at your back

It doesn’t draw attention to itself like that

And god is that thing you would spit at raw

They’re the golden light at the end of a drop

I loved you more and more with each step

That you’d take, it’s the open ended,

Stumbled mistake,

I say unto you only truths that I feel

I could breathe life into you

But then I myself couldn’t deal

Rub it so raw, so dark and so dirty

Falling apart, hold myself sturdy

It’s the art of an hour left cold on the floor,

This is what I gave myself this life for,

And pray to my strengths

Show me my honors, I’m falling apart

My heart feels so sore,

Give me your hand I will bless it

And love it, only take that,

I can’t give you much more

Those Pretty Fears

Instant wishing and skydiving seagull

All in a moment when you were so startling

In contrast and fair, that light in your hair.

Heart beats and short breaths

Brave in that prey’s nest

Where blooming flowers have no rest

Just hope and hope for the very best

Rain and sunshine that don’t burn right

Against those gnarly ties,

Holding on for all their life

If just to see the other side, but they are black,

So crooked lives that break your neck with terror eyes,

You could tear them with a lingered touch

Knowing it belonged to us, and what would that

Monster do, it’d fade away, contented too

Hardship

Loch ness creature in the crevice of shapes

Looked on by plenty with more than mistakes

One soul so bright, maybe another

Can look at that beauty and try to uncover,

Whistling wisps and curves of light doom

Crowded and melting and growing out soon,

With mind like a lighter and pen with the source

I am the liquid energy removed from that torch

To see that beauty like love in a cave

All encompassed, all shrouded in births and 

Accomplished, hard worked pains,

Soul bright, soul bursting, soul reaching and learning

Oh beauty oh beauty, oh love oh love, love, love,

Pray and pray that you’re not too comfortable

To barely miss that fate

Tell Those Truths

Metallics and plastics, breathe out
Living movements studded in concentrated
Grit, for soothe you bring out this clang
Of cherry red guilt and half repressed pain
Building of sunshine, rain and wind, sediment stains,
Withheld and stiff, burning madness, quaking gifts,
This the feeling of unsaid shifts.

Oh for the sake of living at all
And the fine stroke of a hidden fidelity,
Will this delicate feathered fiend belong to me
When I shape the curves that drew my mind
To sudden stings of plump praises,
Eye to eye, these lilting constants of breath
That tell those things left unsaid,
And those organic molecules that you just blessed
Belong to nothing but the everything infinitely.

Divides beginning at blind strikes brought about
By ignorance and hurt, so blurt
Things weighed so hauntingly to your youth,
So bellow that fear out to the grand old fore bearers
Of earth and sky so large, so ripe
It's so sharp and it's so frustratingly vague,
Slight and sneaking, drawn out plagues
Learn to let go and be okay
Take care of self so love may stay

Remember

What will it be like, when we’ve grown

Will we forget that we were once helpless

That we were once restless

And do you recall

One night this year

Where you haven’t woken

With the immediate fear

Of too much in one day

Too much to say

That you will never say

Same

So deep into illusion

I don't know you any more

You fear that we are different

I fear we are the same

I came to individuality

But it all feels so fake

We all make the same follies

We all have the same fears

But I have begun to hate

Being human

Being tied to this change of hand

You are not bad

You are all the same

Lord Knows

I’m tired of religion.

The sinking feeling of this creation,

And you would scorn me for loving

These things that make it real

These things that we believe in

They are yellow, sticky, false

They are ugly

They’re so ugly

And that’s what makes them count

We remember what haunts us

We remember what kills us while we’re still living,

Will I remember the sweetness of a touch?

The movement of a dance?

Lord knows, they say.

Lord knows.