de-composition

the crunch of one is lonely.
littering the ground
with broken bodies-

Drudgery flys upwards with each step
while gravity inevitable layers decay
atop the once-virgin-earth,
breaking it down
until it is nothing more
than essential elements:

eat, breathe, sleepdie-
crunchcrunch crunchcrunch
crunch.

the crunch of one is many things-
heartbreaking in its lonliness.

The sound lingers, even in springtime,
and the sun cannot muffle
the crunchcrunch crunchcrunch
crunch

of fallen dreams.

giving up or moving on depends on how you look at it

Outside, the wind whispers,
urging and coerscing him
to forget all that he has ever known
before or since
the dirty-fingernailed days of childhood
where he was never enough
and grew into being even less
or so he'd been told
on more than one occassion

He's considered all his options
from one end
of the spectrum to the other
but still he has no clue
and no hint of an answer
so he turns to what he knows
and listens to the voice
seeping through the cracks
to find him

The wind knows it will be an easy victory,
it's seen his type before,
and knows exactly how to lure him in
and so it begins,
seductively humming a mother's lullaby,
edged with the firmness of a father's voice,
laced with a lover's promise,
and softened by a friend's gentle touch

All the things he's always wanted
merge into a song so hauntingly beautiful
that a single note seems to encapsulate
an entire universe of longing
and tears stream down his cheeks
until he can't stand it anymore
and he flings open the shutters and the doors,
letting it take him

And the wind rushes in
and holds him gently for a moment,
a brillantly singular moment,
before it quickly, or slowly
depending on your view of time,
it breaks him into a million pieces

Smaller than the eye can see.

The Arms I Choose to Lie In

sometimes, alone in the dark,
i should be afraid
but the moon oh the moon
shines so bright upon me
and softly shifts my hair
with its gentle fingers,
leaving streaks of silver
in my once ordinary strands

sometimes, alone in the dark,
i should be afraid
but the moon oh i have the moon
and it will never leave
or turn its face from me in anger
every night i wait
and every night it does not disappoint
its light lives within me
and radience smiles from my lips

for me alone it sings,
sweet pulsing notes
that whisper in my ear
the glittering nonesense of a lover,
rocking me into a sleep
where i know not want or need,
and i melt under the silken touch
that spills over my window sill

sometimes, alone in the dark
i should be afraid
but the moon oh the moon
quietly holds me, without complaint,
for as long as i'd like,

while i dream.

Grow into better while Smiling

all men are created equal the world is at our fingertips haha god speaks and i listen sweet southern comfort would you like to dance? sing to me a Close knit climbing and reaching for a foothold let's taste it I don't care what happens but laugh and it will be alright join the circle and embrace dreams and ambitions push forward steadily yearning to know more a hunger never satisfied Can i help you? you look cold here's a flower Stand back i'll take care of this i want you no matter what please don't hold back i know you can if you try to let me go first and i'll show you the way, sharp and well put together because i care to pull and stretch, but never break

just grow into better while smiling.