poems

every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

i am changingand i am loving change.

i took a night drive.i needed to get away.i needed to knowit's okay to goand have no destination,where time moves slowor doesn't exist.that life can be like this,aimless wandering,just breathing,living,driving forever underneath the stars.

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken.Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.Our souls,dependent upon theirnurture,now shrink, wizened.Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance,fall away.We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignoranceof dark, coldcaves.And when great souls die,after a period peace blooms,slowly and alwaysirregularly. Spaces fillwith a kind ofsoothing electric vibration.Our senses, restored, neverto be the same, whisper to us.They existed. They existed.We can be. Be and bebetter. For they existed.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be._

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often._

Songs live longer than kingdoms._

She wore the moonlight like lingerie._

My atoms love you atoms, it__ chemistry._

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark._

She was everything real in a world of make-believe._

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside._

She wore his love like a loaded gun._

She was not for everyone but she was for me._

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey._

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings._

What good are wings without the courage to fly?