Hear the Sound

What worth is it to dream regrets
Then wake to find that nothing's changed
I'd rather dream of distant hopes
Then strive for them through all my days

pERFECT/imPerfect

She tears up the pages of perfect Inspection

Honest dissection of flawed Humanity

In broken Expression, her dialect invested

She tries to find the terms to Shape identity

(and with each humble line

another plot-twist, another unraveling)

In the way of Genuine majesty,

this is healing through a certain dark asymmetry:

The Art of -a broken heart-

which bleeds such Colors 

more Brilliant than light

and the ideas of a heavy mind

Spread open beside masks Laid down

are unlocking More Doors

than the battering rams of 

contrived 

Academia and rigorous Religion

With their false Reverence and

disdainful Uniformity

and yet 

let slack

all chains 

of 

presupposition 

and live within the

tension

and

doubt

INDECISION

is okay

After all, we’re here to Learn

and

to Play. 

Black Suit and Tie

black suit and tie, 

i stand and watch you cry, 

helpless to help as you file by in line, 

a doorstop to mourning the passage of time 

with no balm for your wondering why 

all your friends must die

casket of oak

the tears that you choke

can’t drown out the memories of all these fine folks

as with a heavy sigh the preacher lifts his eyes

and tells you of a fire below and a mansion in the sky

where all your friends reside

pallbearers take hold

and you march out real slow

trying not to think how their skin felt so cold

the hearse starts to drive as you follow close behind

then throw roses on top of the earth where they lie,

your friends, one last goodbye

walk from the grave

whispering you say

so soon you will be back again and see them on that day

so this is not goodbye, but until some later time

you look around and pat your heart under black suit and tie

for friends here still alive

Solitary

I am a tree in these solemn woods

And I have just now toppled down

Made such a cacophonous, calamitous noise 

Even though no one was around

I am a pebble in the stream bed

And you wouldn’t even know

That it was I causing the waters to rise

With the melting of the mountain snow

I am the last bit of glass in the carpet

That the vacuum couldn’t find

The final stinging piece of an argument you

Hoped you’d finally left behind

I am a shell upon the seashore

Like so many it has known

Indistinct, cracking, and empty

And yet, I too was once a home

Wake me up when you’re finished finding yourself

Because I miss you so much

Wake me up when you’re done reaching for reasons

That you’re still too scared to touch

‘Cause they will never be enough

I am a lock on this door you won’t open

Though you’ve been playing with the key

You’ve tried every which way to get through

But won’t even look at me

I am a sign on the side of this dark road

Headlights illuminate than let go

Try to tell you that it’s a dead end

But you’re just trying to find your way home

Wake me up when you’re finished finding yourself

Because I miss you so much

Wake me up when you’re done reaching for reasons

That you’re still too scared to touch

I’m waiting for the other side 

To come around, to come around again

But the needle’s warn the grooves in

And your voice is wearing thin

But I am 
I am

...still