Orbit Me

The orbiting satellite that floats unaware of the world below

Rotating and climbing through space and time

The blackness consuming everything within inches of the metal

Drifting with grace and elegance embracing everything but anything

Playing among the stars and laughing at the clouds

Dodging the rogue spherical enemies

It knows day and it knows night the difference between them it does not

Resistance to the rest of the atmosphere it begs for existence

The necessities for life of this matter is a twinkle and a spark

It is not jealous or selfish, it cannot be

This thing is living just as much as you and me.

A Word for Hurt

Empty bottles and finished packs strewed about the floor.

Sprawled out on the cushions glued to the tube. 

Dried tears and unreturned phone calls.  

Curtains pulled and doors locked. 

Unspoken words released with fits and tantrums. 

Mail slot drowned. 

Hour long statues followed by hour long solitary movements. 

Curled into a ball. 

Alone. 

Knocks at the door followed by silence. 

Birds chirping and dogs barking only infuriates. 

A slight giggle, a laugh, a woman’s voice. 

Peeking through the dark brown drapes. 

The outside world brings anger and violence to the mind. 

He waits in his apartment for a reason to live. 

Come save him. 

The Life of Love

Dressed to the T, the ballroom awaited him. Strolling up the stairs the two guards covered with red garments swung the ballroom doors open. Crossing over from civilization to fantasy he stepped into the ball. His top hat stood tall, black and feathered. South of his brim he wore a penguin suit flowing tailored to his body. The music was blaring and laughter filled his ears. The dancing people were swaying and spinning. He made his way through the crowds heading straight for the bar. "What to drink tonight sir?" The tender blurting out to the man as if he was awaiting his arrival. The finely dressed man returned with the words "Scotch on the rocks my good man." "Yes, yes of course." the tender replied. "Anything for the Mrs. sir?" "No thank, no Mrs." "My apologizes sir." The top hat man turned around and leaned his back up against the long dark wooden bar. Softly speaking to himself he says "Let the games begin..." The tender with a confused look on his face says "Excuse me sir?" Turning back around the top hat man returned his question with "Oh nothing good man, oh nothing." Breaking immediately away from the bar into the ballroom. Gazing upon the women dancing , ruling out almost each and everyone of them as if he already had a face in mind. The ball was decorated with great crystallized chandeliers and white flowers running along the stair banisters. As he brushes by couple after couple he keeps his eyes peeled, searching. Finally catching her eyes, he breaks through the floor like a dog on a scent. He slows as he approaches this woman from behind. He leans his chin over her shoulder and whispers, "My it has been too long." He could feel her smile illuminating. She whips around, now standing within inches of his chest. She stood just barely under his chin. Looking up to him she says "Shall we dance then?" As soon as they met each others hands they were off. Everything fell into place, as if nothing was ever lost. That night turned into days and the days turned into years. They lived in unison from that night forward bringing their fantasies to life. 

The Rustic

Candle lit, sitting at his desk he writes

Pondering of words to scribble he paces

Shelves and shelves of books

Dusty and old he runs his fingers along the bindings

Crossed arms and a tilted head he stands

Glancing out the window dripping of rain 

Watching the scurrying people

His thoughts over lapping with the night 

A knock at the door behind him he turns

Knowing the company on the other side 

He sits on the king chair to his right

Standing back up to walk towards the door

Veering away from the wooden door

Shaking his head he sits back down

The knock comes again startling the man

Darting towards the door

Pressing his cheek to the wood 

Petting the ripples in the barrier 

The rain continues to pour down 

Like the woman weeping outside

Hearing her sobbing brings tears to brink of his eyes

A letter is pushed underneath the door and the weeping fades away

The man snatches the letter and while reading, the tears start to fall

He slides down to the floor curling into a ball he grips the letter

Laying there he realizes the hurt he has inflicted on himself

Thoughts swarm into his mind

His crying turns silent like the old country night

Rolling over in his pool of tears looking to the ceiling 

Sprawled out on the floor covering his face with his hands

Picking himself up he goes back to his desk

Sitting in his rickety old chair he swivels around facing the window

Still thinking of the right words to write he sips his tea

Dipping his pen in ink he begins 

"Dear woman,

I love you with all of my heart."

He stops rereads it and starts the next line

"I am sorry"

He folds the letter and slips it into a envelope

Sighing aloud to himself as if it took all of his efforts

Navigating himself to the door

Unhinging the wood from the wood it swings wide open

Peeking around the corner seeing no sign of human life

He hurries through the halls to the mail room in the lobby

Shoving the envelope into its proper box turning around to check if anyone has seen

He gallops back to his room slamming the door behind him

His room seeming endless and infinite

He roams through the rows and rows of books over looking each copy

Finally coming to his room he sits on the edge of his bed

Inhaling an exhaling with great intensity

Gliding his finger tips over the sheets

Leaning over to smell the scent of her on his bed spread

Hugging the comforter as if it was her 

Throwing himself back to lay flat he gives out a loud cry 

Saying "Why! Why!" his agony protruding through the walls into the street

His eyes widen to the fullest as he shoots his attention to the ringing of the bell tower outside

Muttering to himself as he leaps from the bed he mutters "It's almost time, she is almost here"

"Almost here! Almost here!" "Hurry hurry"

Right as the knock at the door comes he turns the knob to the left and swings it open

There she was standing, her.. the woman

The beginning of his life.

Thinking of You

Water water under the bridge

To my right crosses seven seas

Maybe maybe I'll be able to see you

I'll stay true in this empty room

Lonely lonely without you

Paper paper rocks and leafs 

I thought I asked you not to leave

Distance makes the heart grow weak

So that the mouth can barley speak

I want the golden seal

That tells of how the seedlings feel 

I do not want to stay in here

Secret secret heart

What are you made of

Why so serious

Go tell them how we feel

Go tell the world

Empty empty without you

Share this heart

Je t'aime ma chéri 

No one could love you more

You can't change the way I feel

Until I die

Inside and out 

and God knows

Don't be afraid 

Aufenthalt-Grün

Please excuse me but I've got to ask

Are you responsible for the dying leaves

Have you used only one

You're like a careless kid with a bottle

The more you use, the more that you regret 

Bring the blue to blue

Tackle the beast of nonexistence 

Picking up the pieces

A self absorbing reality 

In all that you can never change

It gets you down

Travel far 

What have you found

Think things through to make sense

It all begins in the city

Sleeping like babies

You're just playing a part

Show the kids a genocide to the warm

Keep them in check

Tourists and motorists