There's Something Going On

My blood, my bones

They are my home

But why, I ask

But why?

Has come from nothing

Moving stone

And people that must cry

People that must cry

A Place I live IN

There’s a mirror at the beds end

A hole inside my brain

This place I live in does exist

It leaks onto the floor

I’ve scooped it up before

Put it back inside

The hole grows cold

With salty mold

From all the tears I’ve cried

This place I live for

Wakes my mind

In times when I know peace

It takes a nightmare

Of this kind

To let it off the leash

My brain of course

It seldom sits but waits

Till I am dead

Where the only place I’ll really know

Is the space inside my head

Nowhere to Fall

One , alone , astray

Today was mine, now it is done

The Only fun I know is you

A body other than my own

My home is not myself

It huddles low upon a shelf

Waiting for a pull

A will, a want a wishful grin

A fullness longing to begin

Wind warns of a coming storm

The only voice to call

No looking, daring to go back

There is nowhere to fall

Let Go of Your Ego

My my you are funny

Smart , pretty and “fun”

Perhaps I thought you witty

I’m not the only one

When all your trying’s done

The days with greyed disdain

For how you cope

Today’s great hope

Is morrow’s equal pain

light and Night

See that clearing up ahead?

Its eye as wide as light?

TASTE space as the tide, unfed

by those who RIDE the night,

By those who RIDE the night.

Day Break

In a room
A gilded toom
in which the luster fades
Time made weary
of this query

To an ear which sound evades

Filled with matter
Charming clatter
rattles empty

At the glass

Your head laying

Eased in praying

for the day

has come

At LAST