a glass jar

empty wish

empty promises

empty voids

empty words

forgotten memories

lost voices

faraway dreams

heartless goodbyes

unfiltered thoughts

and opinions,

tears streaming down below

like oceans, like rivers

like streams, like showers

sorries caught within

deceptions, caught in woven webs

sorries sorries

apologies not accepted

Rolled up her sleeves

Started to clean

She just wanted to

Grab her keys

Head out and leave

Shattered glass

Moments happen fast

Picking up the pieces

Of her broken past

The mirror doesn't lie

And make up cannot cover

What's hurting deep inside

How can she ever say goodbye?

She kisses the twins

Softly, atop their

Sleepy, scented heads

Then weeps into the

Confines of her lonely bed

The little ones need a life

More than Mommy needs

To be claimed someone's wife...

...Shattered glass

Another tragic breakfast

Throwing away the pieces

Of her broken, troubled past

Sunny afternoon reflection

Flushing medications

For her depression

Neurotic decisions

Over eating in front of

The almighty television...

...Headlights criss-cross

The evening window

Her hand trembles

Ready beneath a pillow

She shuts the light

Daddy's going to

Sleep early tonight...

...The little ones need a life

More than Mommy

Needs to be a battered wife

With night moving fast

She turns on the gas

Covering the traces

Of her troubled past

She grabs her keys

Heads out and leaves

Two little ones asleep

In cozy piles of love

Strapped safely in car seats

Rearview mirror

Midnight yellow glow

Somewhere she

Can no longer go

Cracked windshield-

Just more shattered glass

Road moving by ever so fast

She'll tend her broken pieces

And mend her troubled past

The desert horizon erases

Memories of haunted city streets

Each painted highway line chases

Her accelerating heart beat...

Gone

My lover

Falsehood

Pride, ego

”I’m fine”

Wide grin

In His place

Grim

Ttuth, sin

Blemish

Doubt, pain

Eviction

Shut-offs

Repossession

Major depression

Gone, all things to lose

(Still, Faith, I choose)

I drink a cocktail

of moonlight,

hours drip away

until dethroned

past the towering bridge

of ecstasy.

Moon threatens

to fall out of the sky

in a beacon of glitz

and bleeding toes,

drifting past moodiness

leering brazenly -

a pock marked soul

sitting on edge of day.

Moon’s madness

slips just beneath halo,

laying on top of world

with angel wings.

Standing alone,

I hear sounds of guts

and fury

pounding the ground

displaced spleen limpid

with lukewarm tears -

trickle of aqua

a stream as

moon gives a silent yawn

while music strums

in the gilded background.

Moon is all that exists

as I take last sip

awakening to savage sun

taking a bow.

The translucency of wax paper.

The colors and shadows blur so that

The paper becomes a collage.

A collage of everything I know.

You can’t tell what the shapes are,

Or what they mean, but you can

Turn the colors into art.

Just the way the light shines

Through the backyard window

Is enough to make the atheist

Believe in the beauty of God.

Feverishly, hellish dreams

Obscured by inaccuracies of

Pin-pointing echoed screams

Morbid misappropriations

Thwarting whatever they mean

Embrionic parasites

Grow conscious in society’s

Noxiously, flatulent gut

Revelations excrete forth

Into a sewer of treated smut

A whole river of truth to deliver

Imaginative, degenerative reality

Of wryly descriptive endeavors

Nothing surreptitious

So clandestinely written

Just disturbingly smitten

As thirteen knives and a

See thru bag of nine kittens

Blood drips off your murky rainbow

The spectral archway of charcoal souls

Pretty, puffy hearts, bulge and deform

The grotesque, grimly eats away

At ill practiced, charmed decorum

Fiery skies, melt like nitrate film

Chemicals cells rapidly form

Plasti-bubbles squirm & swarm

Hell, in all its ghastly vista

Can never glow as warm...

A patchy grey aurora eerily glistens

Off frosty, ashen capped alps

Dying follicles reveal blistered scalps

Leather skulls yet skinned inside out

Frozen, neon, nuclear storms

Nightmares emit from the

Dead eyes of stillborns spawned

Urbanists vaporized into gases

Leveling great cities that once

Cradled the feeble masses...

Outliers in surrounding suburbia

Sprawling in their separate boxes

Of quieted, remote claustrophobia

...All of it now, a toxic requiem

Of their errantly jaded utopias

Nightmares emit from the

Dead eyes of stillborns spawned...

Such a long awaited, spring season

Had quickly gone so horribly wrong...

I still devour the voices

grab the sky to embrace it

rage the world ablaze

snuff out torrents of rain

sail the squall of tempests

I still devour the voices

dance in youth’s wild abandon

pluck the strings of truth

tear my soul in pieces

to let life into my heart

I still devour the voices

holding spring to my bosom

seizing the pennant of spirit

swallowing its nectar deeply

imbibing the dregs of youth

Movement is a boulder

Having acquired new moss

Expands outward

Sinks downward

Reaches upward all at once.

Progressing always toward stasis

Anchored firmly in motion

Rooted permanently in flux

immutably mutating

The boulder moves.

What didn’t we say? again.

Will you hear me less...

when I am old and grayed?

Till now we’ve secretly despised

the fragile middle wave of Time

and mouthed every sensitive

impression as unspoken blemish.

Years take hold in storied misty vapor

and if age has its dole Tomorrow,

the soul need not be silent...

even as the corpse goes cold.

you're always breaking things down

emphasizing the scientific background

for the basic things in our day-to-day lives

and I know that you're right

but part of me just cannot let go

of the little kid that sees the magic

in everything we do