dream keeper

You, the former keeper of my dreams,
Are now my nightmare.

alive

So this is what it is to truly be alive
Dying to myself, I live in You.

“and all the people merely players”

Welcome.
You’re a part of the grand charade.
The living motion-picture.
The play within a play.

skitsophrenic

Myself and I talk all the time
Don’t you two?

woods “”

I would send you the forest in a letter
If it wouldn’t die before it reached your hands.

questions

They keep asking me questions
as if I have answers.

the great question

Why?
The Great Question
Repetitively used
but valid

train-cars

These black words on white – they’re a sketch of what would be – each one a train car – bringing me to you.

the joke

Life’s a funny thing.
And the joke never ceases to compound upon itself.

the rain

At once the strength and power of the skies
Reduces all to vaporous diamond eyes.