Which Ones

Which ones

There are no problems
But in the hearts we share.

Building houses on sand,
Daring Wolves to appear,
On beaches washing away
Into worlds invisible.

Seen eyes today,
Invisible,
Twinkling like stars
Lost behind heavy clouds,
Of an oncoming storm,
Bustling the dress of
The mother of destruction.

Her lust for souls grows unchecked.
Her mighty droolings falling like bombs
On the poor waifs below.

Did you ever wonder why we wonder so?
So much of why there’s things we could do better?

Dreams left behind in the early hours before
Dawn wakes,
To rush off to routine,
To leave behind those childhood breaths,
Fogged between the teeth in morning air.

By afternoon,
The sweat building upon the brow,
And yet evening beverages with other adults,
And again then,
Then dreams we keep quiet in our cups,
Hold our lives in a single swallow.

We grimace with pain,
The effort to remain sane
When all indication lead to absurdity,
To chaos, to madness of light and shadow,
Swallowing shadows.

Drinking down other peoples’
Fear, laughter,
As nothing has ever been as it is now,
And everything is unchanged
In the maddening hearts of men.

For life is a sometimes thing.
It is not a given.
It is not a gift from god,
But a seldom glorious chance
Of little bugs begetting
Their own God's breath,
Sometimes poisonous,
Sometimes pure.

And judge not,
And never forget to discern,
To know thy guesses
As thy truth,
Because whatever you think
You’re looking for,
It's all behind you,
Before you,
And a head.



Goodnight darkness,
Follow the path you cannot see,
Follow that lie that is me.

Have mercy upon the powerful,
Give the kind more lead.

Fight to find peace.

Breathe,
Die,
Breathe.

Give me the time of your day.

Find fire,
Find fault,
Find fury.

Drive to Ault
(Colorado).



Find where time stops for no man.

Be gone with all your beginnings.

Leave the start behind your left shoulder.

Kiss everything,
And pray for goodbyes well met.