all da way down

Drowning in the darkness of my doubt.
The depth of this dreariness dissolves my dearest dreams and divorces me from my desperations. The devastating, dirty demon death denounces my disposition and delivers me down to the desolating, devouring dampness.
Demur.

Scene through my eyes:

A mirror reflecting everything before it
and here I stand
waiting to be reflected outwards.
A slight shiver ripples across the otherwise smooth glass surface:
a ripple in time; a glance
into another world.
I reach out to tough it, but it slips
from beneath my fingers and dissolves
back into the unblemished glass
leaving no trace.
Did I really see it? Or did I imagine it?
Was it ever actually there?
A ripple of space on my mirror
another universe perhaps.
But now vanished.
I start to walk away, but sneak one last glance
over my shoulder. Perhaps it is shy and has returned now
with my back turned.
But no.
No evidence of that world shows.
Just a plain glass mirror and me.

The Protector (incomplete)

With his night light shining down upon the bed, he dives beneath the warm flannel blankets, wrapping them tightly around himself. He reaches out for a sign of security and his small frightened hand claps around a warm fuzzy paw. He yanks his tiger underneath the bedsheets with him, eternally grateful for the watchful eyes of his fearless pal. Liam knows that the monsters beneath his bed are no match for Tyler the Terrifying. Even now, he could hear them whimpering and shivering out of fear.
"Hah!" Liam shouts, "Not so tough against a ferocious tiger!" Tyler gnashes his teeth to scare them further and make sure they wouldn't dare even to peak out from under the bed, at least not while he's at Liam's side.

Trail Blazing

Soft stolen kisses
planted gently on your lips
a loving caress.


Eternity in a day.
A smile creeps across my face as I steal
One short peak into your eyes and it reveals: years of you
and I
and us.

Together we remain, watching clouds pass over us.
The world keeps on revolving, changing and evolving
and yet it is still us
and I
and you.

Here I sit alone with words swirling 'round my head
trying to express what has already been said
And yet I am not alone; it is always I
and you
and us.

Our histories and memories stretch back across the pages;
two paths converging into one,
but in my mind it has always been us
and you
and I.

Laughter and bloodshed with tears and smiles,
We have been through storms and calms;
The wind against our faces and the sun shining upon I
and us
and you.

We walk along, clutching each other in a lasting embrace
with a 9 year trail laid out behind us
and eternity set out before you
and us
and I.

Lonely Hearts

I dreamt of you while I laid sleeping in my bed.
You stumbled into our room in the early morning hours
and walked toward the window. You moved the shades and peered outside
and I could hear your voice.
I tried to call your name. I longed to hold you.
But all my efforts were fruitless. I was stuck in place.
My voice escaped me and I had not the strength to move.
I could not even open my eyes to see that it was you.

And then I woke and you had disappeared.

I think it was the cat.

The Loneliness of Heart

You slip away. A few weeks and you'll be gone;
Gone. Away. From me.
Emptiness and Sadness invade my thoughts.
And there's nothing I can do.
What will I do without you?
Who will I be without you?
Without you. An alien concept. Part of me is sceptical that I
exist apart from you. I live because you live.

I breathe because you breathe.

It is only a few months alone. A few months of solitude. A few months to know myself again;
my self away from your self.
And I am frightened and scared.
I don't want to admit that I could exist without you.
I don't want to know a me without you.

I am sick of here . . . but if I leave,
I can't leave without you.

I can't live without you.
With you I breathe anew
and there's nothing I can't do
under your morning dew.


My heart aches from the loneliness of being without you.
A whole summer alone without you by my side.

Just the thought of us being separate makes me feel incomplete.

I can't breathe without you.
I can't eat without you.
I can't live without you.

Silence

I've been
silent all these years.
Silent all this time.
the silence surrounds
me.

My red mistress

Her luscious full lips press forcefully against mine
and I will never be the same again.
I yearn for her touch;
her warmth pouring down my throat;
encapsulating my entire being.

My sad head aches - my pour heart breaks.
Her jubilant nature is replaced with scorn and taunting.
What did I do wrong?
I drink of your nature
and dance and laugh and love
and then
and then
and then
I cry and mourn and hold my head in my hands.
The pain is too much for me.
Why must I love you so, when you visit this retribution on me?
Is it for my over-indulgence?

But your lips, they taste so sweet, like candy,
when pressed against mine.
I can't imagine another lover.
My only red mistress
flowing through my fingertips.
Pour over me and lose myself in you.
And I am gone.

There's nowhere to go; no where to go.

Wind whistles through my hair and all else is silent.
I'm lost and cold and alone.
Where am I?
Wilderness extends around me and I have lost my way.
Where do I go from here?
Spinning in circles till nothing seems familiar anymore;
I'm dizzy and disoriented
and nothing is the same
for me.
Any
More.
I lose myself in the darkness encapsulating my house -
my small home in the big wide emptiness of
of
of
of you and me and everyone.

shhhhhh
all else is silence and waiting and misery.
It'll be the first of the worst.
I didn't realize.

Slow it down - it's easier than me.
Easier for me.

Seven

Somewhere in his smile he knows that I don't need no other lover.

For you. For us.

As the years stretch across the skyline,
Words are whispered in the night and scratched across pages
Bound together and rustling in the wind.
Our tale continues in front - at our feet,
While the street sweepers brush away the lonely nights from
The path left behind.

I can't remember a me without you.

Lines of lost and forgotten love poems run across my mind
Longing to make them mine and ours.
All of it is fluff and stuffing.
I could lengthen this dedication: pluck images of
Angels and roses and jewels and stars and moons and suns and silks
From the lips of the dead.
When what I have to say is simple and concise.

I love you.

And I love you still.