Concluded

My eagerness overtakes the truth,
Blandness covers the rich detail.
The elaborate background of red
Overshadowed by the unthinking.

When your bitter heart has no feeling,
Your reset mind knows no bounds.
The shadow of trouble looming
Bathing the night sky in fluid darkness

Don't sweat the small things,
She whispered.

Dit Dah

Cafe mirrors look back at me,
Tapping in morse code on the table:
.. / .-- .. ... .... / -.-- --- ..- /
 .-- . .-. . / .... . .-. .

The letters don't work in my head
The words fall out in dots and dashes
A dashed heart would follow,
If it could understand itself.

Heartbreak never hits so hard,
As someone who is here to stay,
Once yours, then changed
Now only a shadow remains.

Will you remember when you come
Back from the coma you are in
From the car you were so scared to drive
Over the mountain?

Or will I sit on my chair,
Tapping morse code like an idiot
Or a budding musician
With only a hint of rhythm
On the cafe table.

Gravity

Don't try to justify anything
I don't need an answer,
You don't need to tell me.

I may have hurt you
You may have hurt me,
But now is the new before.

I am linking myself hopelessly
To a falling wall,
Blind hope leads upward.

Longing

The bitter feeling of regret
For something done
Another another pen's ink run dry

And I realize that she and me
Will most likely never be

Waiting for the first,
Jealous to the last

I give up the game,
I lose
I lose!

Till the Sun Goes Down

Single frames
separate the beautiful
from the simple

But the simple was always
The most beautiful.

Write, servant.
Write my story.

Tear the frames apart
To where I am a warrior
To where my heart is true.

I only write truth,
Layers of halves

I still write,
Attempting still to keep
The sun from going down:

When I will tell him,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for the truth.

Christmas

A stout man layered in green,
And a girl in red.
What happens when she
falls for him instead?

Out of his mind,
His head in the clear
Still ever seeking
To drive out the fear.

He climbs a tree
and gestures for her
"Look at all you can see"
Forget the memories that were

She said, "I will"
And walked away
Through the green
Forgetting her promise to stay

A day gone,
Maybe next year.

Stolen Pages

Sprint away from fears.
That's what they always told me.
A little further,
And I would have.

I sit here in the in-between
Pondering the difference between
Truly there and not.

What, and where?

Can I get back to normal?
Tell me straight.

I cringe in preparation.
Waiting for the words
That would set me broken
On the page.

My face down to the ground,
A hand rests on my shoulder.
And a quiet voice comes saying:
"You've never gone too far"

A burden lifted,
A tear shed on both sides.
Home again finally.

Bushido

A boundary,
Far away tried.

Robes, white and thick
Preventing the thoughts
From straying to abject fear.

Honor,
Simple and elegant.
Arrayed on empty space.

When Will the Future Come? (Haiku)

Still I wonder more 

That I find that myself now

Before the newer.

Happy Fall

A broken home,
And a bruised soul
Sent him running to the small town
Away from it all.

Sweat in his brow, every day-
Odd jobs.
Going somewhere:
Not sure where that is.

His red earphones
That he fixed with his own hands
Plugged into his ears

He'd listen to the music on his refurbished CD player-
Fastened to the fire of the beat:
Then work his heart out.

Enamored by the music.
Enamored by the eyes.

Whispers can't be heard
Through blasting rock music.

But they talked,
They always talked.

But to this boy-
Becoming a man
Was his own path
In this small town.

She was the path-walker
That had dreams to big for
Her frail body.

She wheeled around her wheelchair
Looking for love.

She peered into his eyes through the glass he was washing
And she knew something.

A few months.
A few broken CD's
A few broken dreams
A job interview.

He left, and she stood at his door.
He didn't realize.
He didn't see how much help
Help he could have given.
Help he could have gotten.

Two months, a building in ashes:
Penniless he sat on the sidewalk
Attempting to hitchhike to his town.

His ears bleeding because
His volume is turned up all the way
Drowning out his sobs.

"Dreams aren't anything, are they."
He muttered from his soundless mouth.

A car pulled up.
Faded puddle lights
In the small town
Again.

The whispers.

But when he woke in the morning,
A stubborn heart was there waiting.

She told him to pick his head up
From the depths of her own wheelchair-
And he listened.
Finding what he had always been missing.

She told him defiantly
In breaking tone
"I'm going to walk for you"

And it hit him
That hers were the eyes
That peered across alleyways
And through windows.
They were the ones that believed.

A faltering step.
Fall.

"Again." the boy said.
Fall.

"One more time" said he.
Fall.

A tear streaked face,
And another one sobbing.
"Dreams do fail" she tried to say
And then
He picked her up
And took her steps

"Dreams." He said,  "never fail".

College

For that second
I thought I would go for it
But then my simple fear got to me.
How many flames burn in a fire,
And how does one differentiate them?

It's all smoke;
Beams obstruct my view.

You become most like those
Who you constantly are around,
But what comes around when
The constants are changing?

Unanswered questions.
Students late for class.

Cold is relative (Haikus)

For the long moment
In the middle of the fall,
Staring at her lack

The resolve is here.
But in this now she is fine.
Fine with another.

When the disconnect
And the laughing sound of heart
Meets my own life fear

Cold is relative
I told her next to the stream
Frozen in water

My hapless efforts
I find out that I do now
Know myself better

Trying to find out
Why I liked her before she
Found out that I found.

How does she not see
I do not need a friend now
Enough before she

Takes my heart and runs
Like I did before the snow
Forgiveness is lost

Late

When I said I'm scared that was an understatement.
When I'm too blind to see things when they happen
And too used to second chances,

A late bloomer.

Who's there to admire the beauty then?
Not the flash flame.

I swear I would love to hold you.
And write corny music about you.

I'm new to this.
Second chances were never my Forte.

Sorry if I missed my chance.
I'm trying.

Still?

Moments

I am built of moments
Flashes of color

Figures of fate
Finding out where I am

Realizing somewhere in
The moments that there are-
Exist moments
That are more than
Just bursts of light.

Bursts of life?

Greater Good

I can't see it,
But you always do.
You're always right

That's why I can't ever let you go,
And why I have to.

You still believe me -
I don't believe it,
I tried everything.

You still believe

And I leave.

I manage to convince myself
It is for the greater good.