shuffling through,
these spectral scenes of youth,
an inconsolable travesty,
of fleeting, fleeing truth.

a faded thought of choose,
bound among by years of use,
a few lifetimes triggered to bemuse,
this wrenching, writhing muse?

(k)no(w)

It is very nearly enough,
your love,
is just,
so much,
Now I know how to know
when no is no
and what I know is no.
and now I know what I know
so much
is just
your love
quite nearly enough.
is just so muc

blackout.

oh, sorry,
I started to tell you
I just started to say

that it was my plan
that is im planning
that I wait a second hang -

oh yeah sorry
I was beginning to say
sorry what was I speaking words about?
it was very important no doubt
but yeah.

sorry,

I was on a bus one time
and then I was hang on,
One Wine thanks,
yeah,
so.
oh sorry yeah
I started to tell you
I began to say
that one day after today,
I will change it all away.

in progress #7

stars erupt against my eyes,
when I meet you inside,
direct my tether with your ties,
and settle amongst this mind.

speckled skin and surging skies,

Clouds above my Feet

keep your socks on,
bless me to warm your bones with this trust.
there must be clouds above these feet,
that relinquish me to see,
the movement and not the meet,
clouds above.
I can feel these soul pulse through our socks.
probably to anyone not much,
but for me, as always right now,
a lot.

there are, I've heard,
plenty of clouds above these feet,
that enrich my eyes to see,
a bringing not for the choose,
quietly use,
another spectred sort of being,
gently throbbing through you.
clouds abound,
we can share the things I think I found.

in progress #6?

It isn't far now young man.
I know it has been a while,
across a strange land
but
you can't get lost if you just carry my hand,
follow the footsteps in the sand.
Appears you forgot your everything plan,
thats okay though
If you want to discover you can.
and its really not long now young man,
I promise you,
You can make this You can.

untitled #7

Well it is not quite faith when you demand proof,
You know You,
so you know what I live to lose.

I was told about an idea of Truth,
a concept not too far removed,
To decide between the takings and the choose.

A simple thought,
triggered to amuse,
that I could live for me,
and not for You?

well now I forgot what is faith,
arrived just a bit too much just a lot too late,
how can I exist in this spate,
of gorish words and sounds,
And a churning mind to make.