If we fail
If we dwindle and die
It was a beautiful dream we lived
To give all we had
And what is failure really
If it can paint such a story of hope?


Shared Universe

What purpose of life can their be
But to creatively –
And by that I mean honesty
Express that one mean corner of existence
That is uniquely you?

For we are forever worlds apart
You and I
Except when in words
We create a shared universe
To pour all the joys and hurts
Of our common existence
Then we are One

Prefer the Darkness

Wind whips wind ships
Me to places new
Sometimes I think
I prefer the darkness
The treasures lost in snow
I might never find


I feel a peace and stillness
In my soul
In the sight and silence
Of the snow

Only for itself

Then what is left
Why do anything?
Thats it precisely the answer
Do it only for itself
Never for another reason
Another time
That exists only as thought


It is only through our inventiveness
And by extension, our self delusion
That we put off our despair
And hence its resolution

Discipline of Breath

Discipline of breath
You need less air than you think
Slow strokes take you home


Luminous icebergs
In a moonlit azure sky
Slowly drifting by
Like the days of my life
Beautiful from far away
Like the sound of wind
In distant pines
Hinting at things we cannot see

Lightning Rod

Writing is my lightning rod
It is no source of joy in itself
But the well worn conduit through which I find release

Shit Storm

Resent the now
Because something else should be
No one’s fault
But the fool you were
When you made the choices
That now enslave you
Perhaps you knew this was
The hardest path
But took it anyways
Or was blinded
By your own arrogance
And assumptions of growth
Forgetting you’re just a man
With an expiry date
And a mind not half so clear
As the pool that reflects the moon
The fate of an intelligent idiot
Is to get everything he planned for himself
And miss all he could have had
By accident
So full up with all he knows
He can’t see the vast sea he’s never sailed
Better by far to be ignorant
And know it
Such a man can never be taken by surprise
Expecting at any time
To fall from grace
Into another shit storm

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