bacon cigarettes coffee

bacon cigarettes coffee
working on my first attack
heart break is over
now to pen how love 
long never lasts

they can be taking many
different ways
starlight wanderers
chemicals by man
or by their heart

to run unto is to run away
to runaway is to run into
mires of thought, lost in fog 
of would have to never be,
to and fro, desire unto pain

to and fro:
lust unto possive
longing unto loss, 
love unto disillusion,
and all other tall tail 
human thoughts  

light slowly breaks

I'm in the moment I'm in
left standing in time
as I awake in a new 
morning light

even the most common hues
can change, the thoughts
that haunt and stalk our lives
one day catch the wind

and like a dark day they pass,
the memories fade day by day
as winter to spring, through
an inner pane of window glass

guiding acceptance

a gentle rain whispers poetry
and floods the plowing fields,
shadow of night creeps
from the corner to the beside
transferring to the brimming of dawn

fear is an absence, an absence of:
hope, understanding and control; 
hope is is an adherence 
to a faith that guides,
understanding is acceptance,
and control is a complete illusion 

to cry confused

upon a path within
leads us from the outer shell
in a time where darkness
waits around bends
and the forks lead
hither unto darker trails
or of falsified light
that cast no shadows
and content your once
wild spirit becomes
deny passivity and the 
spoils the worlds you can choose 
that leaves one to 
bleat hungry and confused 

Sometimes I wonder who I am anymore
or ever was,
Perhaps that just a thought,
A wild wonder Searching
for that which settles Our fear
An agape from above Or someone to hold
Or but a reason to pen once more

Neo Normal Life

Theres a veil over your smile
highlights your eyes

like a roaring thunder
in a neon sunrise

freeway streams have gone quiet
in the middle of the night

in this neo normal life
will you be by my side

life has slowed down
from 144 to 88

and it makes me smile
as when you call me by my name

{intermission/solo/ending-repeat 1st first}

in generations passing

It is most viral

contagion brought about

fog of illusion, and dought,

it is a weeping mother

who knows the pain

the child is in,

born in the shadows

of early understanding

shaped and glazed

in youths fervent contempt;

it is fear, fear that binds,

fear that snares, fear that sells

smile upon the stranger

upon the roads we travel

in the days numbered

touch me, so I know I am real,

feel me, so I know you are here

in the nights never lasting

in the weeping hours passing

the covers lifted out from over

nocturne unto dawns overture

we can love, we can fear

we can feel, we can hurt;

after all is washed like beach wood

cleared from the shore

our lives unto others, others unto theirs

we’re still here, in generations passing

evermore either fading

to what own has right

upon a speckle moment

driven by fear to rest

ones tire being unto respite

to lie repose upon your chest

what right is there to be

so endless in your veil of night

cast the blinding light

to the rest of resting memories

evermore yesteryear’s either fading

rain falling, picture with words

Soft rain from afternoon showers

falls unto blades bending by their decent

sweeps gently upon the eaves

giving a slow chaotic melodic tapping

upon windows panes cooling prior days heat