Breaking Point

What it is to endure?

The unconscionable do, and we dismay.
The disconcerting say, and we ache to see the outcome,
yet when it doesn't yield, we simply seam ourselves again.

We use the yarns they spun, and the frills we found along the way.
And as we wander round as rags, whipping weakly with the wind,
shredding deeply, till the skin, cracked and crumbled,
bleeds and brims.

Take a minute.
Know, right then,
you didn't need them to begin,
and you don't need a stitch from them.

Move forward, smile again, and show them all who's weaker then.

the fool - 1/28/2011

If a fool reaches out his hand for a glass of pain.
You grant his wish.

You split the joints, with wedges, and a mallet custom fit.

You fill the wounds with acids, and trikle out the screams.

The fool looks up and smiles, he knows, "not what it seems."

A guilder for the gander, a spoke for the idle wheel, a gypsum for the gypsy,
and they all breath silently.

The executioner turns violently toward the audience, spits,
cracks bones, tears, and grits teeth mauling.

The remains be given as a stipend, to the aforementioned clergy: gander, wheel, and gypsy.
The three commissioners of this work of art, she.

And the fool keeps out his hand, for another glass of reign.
Grant his wish.

was there anything i could have done? - 2/19/2006

Her Love was like a mirror, reflecting truth
You cannot change what's real,
only sculpt or shape the view.

You can cut off what you don't like,
and cover what you do.

With razors, scissors, make-up, and clothing we improve.

Beneath it all we're naked,
weak,
defenseless,
there's not a thing, that we can do.

With the mirror shattered, we see ourselves in every shard:
a sadder,
scattered,
smaller we,
with nothing left to lose.

I Just wanted to fix it,
but i never found the pieces,
or a way to make them fit.
My hands and eye's are bleeding,
from rearanging it.

I Just want to see myself agian,
to hold you close at night,
to be your mirror once and then,
to show you what's inside...

3 Piece Suit - 02/28/2006

"3 Piece Suit, Pinstriped, No Wrinkles... A Dream for a Woman in an Evening Gown to Match. "


1st Piece: "The Second You Knew, What Was, Wasn't What Was"
     In an instant it all changes, worlds explode and fade away.
they flip round topsy-turvy, then scurry inside out.
     Everything you poured in, falls out then round about,
evaporate don't hesitate or you'll miss it in the instant, the words played nothing-sounds.


2nd Piece: "The Second You Forgot, and Wished That She Could Too"
     Decades collapse and slip through the needle puncture
on the paper plane made of the night time sky, 
     You can't see it anymore, so why bother to look.
There are so many more pages to make paper planes from, so many more words to play something-sounds, to hear melodies ring when they fly.


3: "The Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, Years, Decades, Scores, Centuries, Millenia, Time... You Want, Means More Than The Seconds, Just As Brief, But For Them, Is Why We Cry"
     An eternity is "All" I want with You. All that means anything. All that matters. All that my tears ever wanted. And all that I lullaby.