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June 1 2oo6

The hours of my everyday
Drip sleepless from my eyes
Chapping my cheeks
They rush to the depths of dreams
Exhausted ideas
Reborn to nights fall
Falling out
And holding fast
They fight to be heard
To be realized
Missed conceptions
Looming over
My busy mind
Sleuthing for their chance
Trying hard
Harder
One moment amongst all moments
If only to rewind
And refind
A way to make themselves happen
Happen in the reality outside of me
Me
Dripping

Blood. A Memory My Lips Shall Not Forget

June 26 2oo6

Deep in my heart
I wear no blood
smeered and dripping
all things in a wave across my face
reality hits the bridge
my nose broken
and I am none of this
I am all the tremors of my split lips
time goes passing on
a moment of love
death is swift and silent
moving with grace
She leaves mercy to the dogs
so I love the iron
warm and mine
nothing is taken
all time rearanged and forgotten
a heart forgets to love
the blood will always flow
reluctantly
I remember

Dry Life

March 10 2oo6

life feels like a dry crack in the corner of my mouth
a split on the run
ripping across my every word
desert soaked in blood
vultures waiting for my decision
stalled redemption
kick starts my regression
depression
can't step forward
three steps back
the night goes down pale
morning ale
a freedom from free
boiled and spoiled
plans without strategy
i will never be the man i dreamt for me
me all by me
unfolding pain
again and again
remolding who i am

In-Flight Decision

April o7 2oo6

our trip.
my trip.
is almost over.
half way home.
home?
a question posed.
emotion flows.
building till it breaks.
crash.
trying hard to catch a ride.
my body won't surf.
friends listen.
advice is given.
heart pumps fast fear straight to my head.
lungs hide in the open yard.
a troubled mind won't be alone.
the finca is full.
yet my dilema is unnoticed.
home?
unnable to think straight.
passion curves my soul around.
through uncertenty.
maz mescla y blocka.
friendships building.
teamwork makes the chickens proud.
to the edge goes my walk.
finding slums.
a place for the dark to love.
kisses on my cheeks.
understanding nothing that is said.
this old man is a cockroach.
welcomeing the smokes.
the cords.
distracting all in metaphore.
unable to think straight.
i hold the hand of life.
leads to answers already known.
a decision already made.
we find the way of growth.
in the face of fear.
burning life through the eyes in my heart.
flushing doubt from the viens of truth.
die tomarrow?
so i realize.
stick to what i know i feel.
feel i know it all inside my drive.
get on that bus.
and so i get off the bus.
truth reveals.
and i am reborn.
home.

thanks, mom, dad, bob, steph, t.

Another Day Goes Bye

June 1 2oo6

time slips past my face
eyes jumping back
forth
tying to find the seconds
the inbetweens
keeping myself busy
doing all the right things
what is good for me
healthy
my hands twirl the hours out
idle moments
many many
how does that work
when i am always up to a new task
do i have nothing to do
everthing to be done
minutes dripping from my cheeks
salted ideas
exhuasted dreams
flourishing within
a new day
starting from the start
never worked
for me
a new plan
a new night
a new life
ready to explode
get the show on the road