Good for the rain drops....

Good for the rain drops
The way we fall
Sadness in the unnatural
Good for the rain drops

Tonight  the
Let down the guards of
Perception lily
Disguise the grass
The Dirt
Never knowing the fall
Or the cool
Of the water

SKIN LIKE SAFFRON

with skin like saffron
dejected walk through walls
ghosts

amber wisps flit by
never leaving
thoughts behind

I AM THE SICK AND THE WEAK

hiding in my room
listening to the rain slap the windows
how dare how dare
condemn what I love the most
how I care how I care not

my eyes slip lower as if
my body wants them to stop
tears pool but can't fall
the glass bleeds with rain

how can clouds be bright as ignorance
the wind slapping again
swirling opacity and i don't know
who's eye i'm looking in

how dare how dare
when I am the sick and the weak
how I care how I care not because
I am the sick and the weak

SWIMMING THRU THE AVALANCHE

to get to the top or
to breathe
bury deep thoughts of escape
the boulders too large
pressing on the chest

i've heard a mountain then
i heard not a sound but
colors then
shades of black and white

why are clouds so bright

THE BODY AND THE MIND

subscribe to your body
feel the corporeal reality
salt to the mind
flavor of living

think twice
         no
three times
think so far as to the flesh falls away
the meaning remains
        yes
the meaning relishes in
the simplicity of feeling

look inward
experience in time

I want to give credit where credit is do.  It ain't happening.  I'm a hack.  But I'm a better hack then most.

drops like
little beetles green and unknowing that
it don't matter

crushed like butterflies
this is your rain water
find a way around it

poisonous to
get clear impossible
stops of the locks
along a major river

could we be that mundane?
control everything
done and done
the water
done

ONCE AGAIN TO THROW IT ALL AWAY...

 Relativity is real.  In the same vein that time dilation is. 

 What little I live for, passes so quickly now. 

 But the things that kill me linger.  I've waited years and years to be destroyed by myself.

  As if the knife that I felt pushing between my ribs I slowed so that I could feel it for a moment longer.  In a sense I hindered it's advance but at the same time I didn't repel it to the point of survival.

  I flirt.  I'm due.

  It all comes to an impasse and the cosmos doesn't have time for jokers. 

  In reality that's all it has.

  Smile and nod.