Perfection is not good enough

I am no one’s perfect day.
No ones idea of a perfect person.
But what I can be is a man striving, struggling to that point of ache
of nearly perfect that settles in
like a dull pain and promises a hint
of perhaps
perhaps tomorrow.

Indescribable weight

I can feel it coming
A formless tide
Grinding past defenses grown weak
Burned up by stress and hope
Beautiful Sky serves only as counterpoint
A reminder that others feel joy
and here I am
Broken and breaking

Unintentional consequences

I talk in walls of text
in missives sent when my mind tries to make order from chaos
when this energy bubbles up inside of me
looking for a way out

I talk in walls of text
trying to make my ideas plain
but in so doing
make them complicated

Some demands are no burden

No kiss
no touch
no look
longing for one minute of intimacy

None of it is worth a damn

Without the minutes
the hours
the days

Of honesty
Of connection
Of smiles seen and unseen

Without
Antici…….
……..
……..
Pation

Three of the same thing

Two truths and a lie
I’ll believe all three
I’ve lost
whatever ability I had
to discern fact

Two truths and a lie
Just fill me
I’m lost in the dreams
I lack

Two truths and a lie
It all runs together

There’s no truth
That will bring me back

No lie that will hold me
As promised
Forever

A voice speaks but I can’t make out the words

She flows home, a night wind gathering strength

Addicted to the words of a stranger on the wind

Dragon roads and fang

Silence bangs abrupt

Feeling like I’ve been in this moment
Waiting again
For all hopes to end
Last silence
Before the fall

Stage lights

Our pasts are glittering stages filled with blood and shadows, bright lights Illuminating the lowlights and the high
Pretty as you were
An allure most sweet
It’s who you are now
Who drives my mind to flight