I Can Almost

There is the piece of my soul that has you burned into it. Something that can never be removed. Something that can never be forgotten.
You close your eyes and see them.
You hold them in your thoughts forever if you could.
You reach out and almost feel the heat coming off them, but they are not there.
There voice lives in your ear, in your head.
The urge to tell them how things are in your life but you can't because you think they can hear.
They leave there mark that's as deep scars can only compare.
You held me in life once,
but live inside my thoughts now.
I can almost sense you there.
I can almost feel you near.
I can almost.

Sept. 30/11

Remember me as I stand

Remember me as I stand, as I fall, 
as I drift away from your thoughts.
Sullen and reckless, passionate and lustful.
The eyes so full of experience, so full of loss.
The sound of my voice in your ear.
The feeling of me near.
As you remember me holding you,
And you.
Remember me as I was, what I am?
As someone with you as the lights go out.
As the sun sets, as it rises.
A tree lives, as it dies.
Remember everything you can
In black, in white.
Remember...

Sept 28/11

Your Crazy You

Your crazy you

Fill every moment  with small talk that leaves you feeling so cheap
Fake-ness in your smile
Your unsure when we speak
If you look in her eyes, there is a vague emptiness that screams, "I'm so incomplete!"

Your crazy, crazy you
Your crazy, are you ok
Your crazy, crazy you
But you cant hear
Your crazy you

Listen to those ideas
But I have no clue about you
Chasing a reality that isn't true to anyone
But crazy you

Your crazy, crazy you
Your crazy, are you ok
Your crazy, crazy you
But you cant hear
Your crazy you


Aug 26/11

With You

With you
The moment never feels alone,
Never far away,
I'm here too,
Sunshine, the love, your move's
You make me feel
That something is real
that trust is in you, me for you
It's always your move
with you
My touch on your flesh
You love, you do
What I do never escape you
But gives you what you need
Me too.
With you

Sept 14/11

A break in the breeze

A break in the breeze
Long enough to feel the sun warming my face.
Almost a chance to lose yourself in a quiet moment
Then the sound of air moving through the treetops
Making me open my eyes to the blue sky
I take a big deep breath as if I was coming up for air after I dove deep in the cool rapture of deep blue
I feel released
Free from this moment
Re-newed. . .

Sept. 10/11

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who I am
The life I had the life I’m living?
Do you understand the complexity of who I am?
The odd mannerisms, the strange beliefs?
Have you ever seen me walking down the street
wanting to run up to me and say "hello,"
Or do you say in your head, oh there goes so and so.
Who am I to you?
Am I just another person Who comes and goes in your
Life like the passing weather?
Am I loved or am I hated
Am I just the guy who sits in the corner who watches
Everyone enjoy them selves.
Who am I?
Do you want to take the time and know who I really am?
The shy awkward fellow who writes, who draws, who is a good
Friend to those I care for.
The interesting ideas of life and how it can be lived.
Oh most see me in passing and take what they want and leave.
I am just the fellow who pass some time together
who gave you advice to what you believe
Do you know who I am?
 
Sept 09/11

Scarcastic hangover

Silent aching, deep through the bone, ripping the soul apart by thousand of spiteful thoughts.
Thoughts are working against me.
How to stop this self touture  ?
the endless skipping machine trapped within my head.
I see myself turning into the corner, everything goes into this slow-motion daze.
I see it coming
The crash, the burn, it isn't a pretty thing to see. Almost a haunting image in my head. Struggling to lose
I tauss and scream in my head like that of a madman strapped to a bed.
 
Sept. 5/11

Last call

Turn off the radio and come to bed.
The sunny warm day has come to a end.
The bar tender at the lounge have called last call,
And you have almost drank all your wine.
Really you thought was last call.
The stumbling and falling up the street,
To our place we go.
The  neighbors must think.
Who the hell do they think they are?
It's us to them, or them to us?
We must dance the sullen dance to our bed
It's there we pass out
To the endless world
We dream or blackout.

Sept 4/11