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Had a dream once
Thought it might come true
It did
It came true so much I realized
It was a nightmare

Carrot Stick Carousel

Hollow, they've drained the shadows of meaning
And blamed my curse on the ceiling
Walls meeting
Receding
No stars
Just moon and clouds
The lights on the water ignored
Perpetual motion machines
Driven by lusts and fears
Mostly fears
Hold this moment
I know from personal experience
It won't last

happy birthday

There's an echo on the ocean
Words I cannot say or even formulate
The waves that drove me to these mountains
The cliffs that I will soon meet face to face

There's a whisper on the wind, tonight
But I dare not dream of you
The land I left so long ago
Or if it now dreams, too

There's a hollow sense of wonder
As every day's end slips to dust
Of what I hope, and what I dread
And what I am and ought and must

There's a brightness, still, to your eyes
That I'm not sure even you see
But my foolish heart's still hoping
Some of that light might shine for me

Flight

Last time i flew from here
My wings were made of glass
And shattered upon the landing

I've tried to fly on borrowed wings
But can never go beyond the rope
That attaches them to their owner

Also, wings made of my own flesh
I still wear the scars
From when they were ripped off

So perhaps next I will use wings
Made of naught but will
And so if I land, it will be my own fault

Oh Prisoner

Whispered words not said but seen
By eyes that have taken over me
Passing thoughts from the shadows where I fell

It's not what I want much that's ever mattered
And I don't want much, besides, but to be scattered
Across the sands of time like bits of broken shell

Your hand in mine, the far off dream
The comfort there and somewhere in between
This tension is a place far too conspicuous for my taste

So simplicity come take a hold
If I could offer up even my soul
I'd give every little bit just so your efforts don't go to waste

Wisdom

There are those who live

In blissful ignorance

And those who know

And yet somehow stay blissful

The first live a lie

And (I think) the second are a lie

For wisdom lies somewhere apart

And the weight between is murder

Neither blissful nor ignorant

Too knowledgeable to be blissful

But not knowledgeable enough

To be wise

A good heart, a good head, he said

Are the cobblestones to wisdom's door

But even if I become good enough to reach it

There is fear in knocking on that door

For I know I cannot enter

And sit with wisdom awhile

As the scholars do

Only to find that wisdom bores of their company

No, I do not seek wisdom's table

Nor wisdom's hand

To woo and court wisdom

Until wisdom is with me wed

And wisdom's dowry some status

For that is an ugly and certain annulment

No, wisdom is my better, I know

But even if I must drag wisdom

From wisdom's doorway across the stones of good heart and head

Far beyond all good to the place where truth lies bleeding

There will I watch as wisdom washes the wounds

And comments softly, saying...well, something only wisdom would say

Running for water or handing wisdom the bandages when asked,

I will be wisdom's assistant

Changing bedpans and taking the blood-pressure of wisdom's patients

Surely sitting by the bedside of those that wisdom could not save

As they pass with wisdom's own words on their lips

A benediction in homage of the one who at first came begrudgingly

But then upon seeing the need, offered all wisdom could give

Knowing that sometimes you must do everything to save

And sometimes you must let what is dead be dead

For there are those who live

In blissful ignorance

And those who know

And yet somehow stay blissful

The first live a lie

And the second are a lie

For wisdom lies somewhere apart

And the weight between is murder

At this Point, I'm Certifiable

Rainy nights, I

Have watched the world

Spinning out of control

And I am losing myself

I ask why

Can I still feel you so deep inside

Of me, tonight

I've lost my grip

Off this ledge I'll slip and fall

And carry it all

Far away, I could still feel you right next to me

In the silence, I still heard you speak

When I wake, I dream even more than when I am asleep

Because the night is so empty without you

When even I can become a stranger too

Desperate calls against the walls I built for my protection

Cannon balls, like canons fall upon ears that roundly listen

For the break of day, at the setting sun

When you and I again are one

But till then I will burn this flag of peace

In me