fall to sixth

face forward
to the wind;
it moves me...
can you feel it?
whispers of the unknown
screaming in my ears
cast tears
from closed eyes.

warming up
is the hardest part
from where we start.
and we're frozen...
yet so sweet
when
drenched with heat;
passion of the unknown.

i grant you the power
of the rising sun
and yet
you let
it set

you think i cant see in the dark
but twilight sharpens my senses

taste
salt
smell
fear.

hear
nothing
feel
more...

fall to sixth
point blank
and reason;
i never lie
to myself

break in to me

i wrote some words
yet none have heard
songs true that sing
inside my soul
its here where i feel whole
but spoken
becomes broken
meaning trapped between my lips
i dont dare whisper...

but write;
seems right

password
lock
key
me
.

tiny little moment

how will i ever know
what i want?
and
what i need?

perhaps
happily after ever
wanting never
needing knowing
is the moment when i'll see.

decoupage

recklessly abandoning tangible thoughts
in pursuit of irrelevant happenstance
i take chances with moments
subconsciously wishing for nothing
(is as it seems)
pinch pieces of dreams
with fire burned edges
and fit them together;
create a puzzle collage
lacquering layers
of horses and kings and knights and players
but still feeling the fray
of disconnect
where they intersect
and pulling ideas
that stick out in my mind
(revealing nothing behind)

better than nothing.

perhaps i was wrong. perhaps it isnt worth knowing the joy regardless of the pain.

maybe its just easier to settle on whats possible.

i suppose its better than

nothing.