Heavenly Sunrise

A forest of sleeping angles
Hazy halos of gold
Velvet rose
Soft purple
And rich blends of each
The air is brisk
And the wind harsh
But my heart is warmed
By the sight of glory
Hanging on the edge of the earth
Dazzling spectacles of light
Dancing on the icy pond
Frost sparkles on the tips of grass
Everything is still
No one of God's creatures
So much as whistles a tune
No bird chirps
No hounds howl
No cat purrs
Only peace whispers
Through the trees

Electricity

Winding through an untraceable maze
Trolling through rubber halls
Being suffocated
By the very walls that surround me
Know not of what lies beyond them
A point of uncertainty
Is my destination
A place where I go unnoticed
I am not seen
But I help light the dark rooms
I am not heard
But I play the most beautiful melodies
I can not be felt
But my heat warms your bodies
I am not admired
Until I am lost
I am something you need
Something you must own
But nobody owns me
No one can take my power
Because I am power

The Intersection

On the road more so traveled

I find myself at an intersection

One that can lead me anywhere

Lead me to more intersections

To more lights

Signs

And cars

To more people

Pedestrians

And possibilities

Then from there to even more intersections

Ones that tell me to stop

Yield

And go

Some that tell me to turn

Went to walk

And when to not

Now I am at one

One with infinite outcomes

One with infinite outputs

With so many variables

More than just x’s and y’s

More than just what equals the sum of 83

More than the area of a circle

And the first 20 numbers in pi

More than a spreadsheet on the table

It is so much more than a ticker number

Or a 500 word article that ends up on page 7

It is more than what lies before me at a desk

In the middle of a cubicle

In the center of a bullpen

On the 20th floor of an office building

On the street that no one cares to name

I am at an intersection

Full of wonders

Hopes

And dreams

I am at an intersection full of lanes

And I cannot choose one

I am caught in the median without a guide

Then I see them

Through the timid light of dawn

And the shadows that mimic and mock

All that I see is a little being

Standing in the middle of the street

Alone and impatient

Standing there and waiting

For someone to come

Driving down this parkway

Down this Lane

Down this Boulevard

Driving down without attention

Looking someplace else

Being someplace else

Not see them standing here

Not see them till they are gone

Far from here

And far beyond

I swerve but to no avail

There is a crash without a burn

There is a body without a life

They are gone and I am left

Left to clean up a mess that I did not make

This is what my intersection brought to me

This is what came of each choice

This is what has become of me

I will never be the same as I was

Before the intersection

Life on a road (haiku)

If life were a road

Then what if I were a car

Then where would I go

What to do (haiku)

If I had the time 

If I could be someone else 

Then what would I do

Strung out

What if I held a string 

What if I were that string 

Would I pull it tight 

Or let it suspend in air 

Would I stay on a planned path 

Or see where everything takes me 

A Gift

The doorbell rings at an approach

The wiggling handle moves the most

How your drum beats study in your ear

How you hold back a fearful tear

Then you open was such a surprise

Two boxes and a note

"One is a gift that opens your mind,

Another a curse to bring you to your demise"

I am Paint

I am smeared on I canvas

Raped by other colors

Thinned

And stabbed by hairy bristles

I stained clothes and carpet

I am wash down the drain

Unwanted till made into perfection

Which only the beholder can pronounce

I am oil 

Acrylic 

Water

I am at the will of one

One that is many

An artist

A visual musician

I am the liquid clay they mold

Holding my shape and design

On a paper

Canvas

Or wall

I am paint

Oh Captain of Wedding

Oh bride and groom
Your fearful planning is done
The dress has been found
The tux has been worn
And the rings you now adorn

Oh bridesmaid and groomsmen
Your loyalt, worthwhile
To see them beam and smile
Out with the old and in with the new
All for the "I do"

Oh father of the bride
You stand tall and proud
As you walk her down
And now you stand
For the other man

Things That...

Oh many a thing can amaze
Oh many a thing can amuse
But with many agaze
And with many to choose
Such things shall escape

Candle Light

Now upon such a light
With little fading will
Nothing may burn so bright
Just until
A whispering breath may blow

No Punctuation

A world so stygian and bleak sence is nothing and all is gloomy there is no stopping or calm there is no comma or break no end will you find to breathe you must not stop you can not stop the space between  these   words   is   the closest    you    will   ever     get

now  you  breathe

now    you     stop
now is your break
g e t         r e a d y
g e t               s e t

Now you run once again no stopping to no end will your path cease time will never standstill space will   only  grow  smaller   nothing   is   ever   e n o u g h    no   where   is      ever            ->        near

ready

s e t

stop

Tall Tale

Such a tall story
Without any glory
The tale of a man
Who discovered a great land
To with no avil
He was swallow whole by a whale

Color Schemes

     There are 50 shades of grey
And 100 are blue
     There are 44 shades of white
And which some are new
     There are 78 themes of black
Oh what ever shall we do
     There are a million... BILLION colors
But I just named 262

Across: this outrageous notion

Hop on a plane
And fly across the ocean
I know it sound insane
About this outrageous notion

But believe me
When I say
You will see
When you come my way

Come one or many
Come all
Or any
You shall tell a tale so tall 

A Fading Friend

First you feet go cold
Then your fingers and toes
Just as you were told
Just as your child grows

Then everything becomes clear
You begin to fray and fade
You will soon be an old tear
Just as soon as you were made

No one saw you to begin with
But that makes no difference
You were your child's myth
Now you become pass tense

Dream Catcher

I hang in your window
Above your bed
Above your head
You sleep and I swing
Filtering your dreams
Through my lovely seams
I catch the unwanted
The nightmares and fears
To save you from tears
And when I am filled
To the brim and back
You shake me out like a dirty sack
Then I go to my place
Above your bed
Above your head

The Wishing Ages

When you're seven
You wish you were five
When you're eleven
You wish you were nine

When you're freshman
You want to be junior
When you're senior
You wish you were done sooner

Now that you're older
And the work day is longer
You wish you were seven
So you could wish to be five

Insomnia

Oh how soft and swiftly the night may come
Oh how steady your heart beats like a drum

In the dead of night when all lie asleep
You lay alive and count your ghostly sheep

All sound hits like a clap of thunder
All shadows grow to a fifty foot wonder

Your eyes peel back with the amazement and fright
While you lie in the dead of night

It's Nothing But a Monster

I hear the creaking of the steps
I hear the voices inside my head
You ask me what scares me
It is the pitch black in the night
The boogie man under my bed
The claw marks on the walls
And torn up carpet on the floor
A thick smell of whisky in the air
And you ask why I'm scared
The fighting and the yelling
The verbal war that has now begun
And in the midnight hour
When men become monsters
When the talons of hell come reaching up
You ask me what scares me
But I assure you
It's nothing