Quiet Scenes

it's a quiet scene here. the only light comes through windows. into the empty room where i sit. not quite alone and not quite fulfilled. solitude is forced upon me. in one week increments. time that's no longer time. morphing into a vacuous space. where i'm carving out a new existence.

freedom and mobility. never in sync with circumstance. they come in crashing the party. and leave me feeling wanting. the decision to process is made from somewhere else. calmly washing over my body. like a narcotic numbing the pain. the solitude is a small consolation.

green leaves swaying branches. wistfully remembering the ghosts who've walked beneath. i've layed them aside. i'll dream of them tonight. at some point they all fall and disintegrate. back into the stream. the movement toward total resolution.

Dog in Cone

The structure that we find ourselves in. So ironically impenetrable. Layers upon waves upon rows. The familiar face of an alien. Invading your nightmares. Eyes and shapes and colors. That distort and distinguish. Comfort from utter pain.

I've seen the models. I've studied their directions. And structured those things in ways that would become this. Every moment the DNA for tomorrow's deconstruction. Like moving piles of sand. Impossible to mold and percentages lost.

Staring at the lines. Swelling throbbing saying something. Sharpening and falling completely off the map. Dampening expectations. Siphoning the reasoning off. Interpreting and molding them to fit that day's dawn. Draw the shades and retire.

Lonely Man Looks Up

I'm just a lonely man. Looking up at a skyscraper. And its outward reach. And it's inner workings. Reaching out of itself. Through wires and screens. Bending the sensation of touch. Into the inner workings of dreams. I'm just a lost piece. Finding the larger puzzle. Kicked and scattered and waiting. To be clinched. Solutions may vary. Like shifts in the landscape. Green with every new day. Erased and unknowing.

External Factors

It came one night. The moment that the stars aligned. When everything was right. I forgot what solitude had meant. Misunderstood what saying goodbye really is. External factors is just a list we're on. Tied together by manipulations and puppet strings. It's where the outward search begins. And where the void inside me lives. As you begin to untie them. You will sense a connection to this moment.

Away From Me

Pandering and impenetrable. Life outside the fortress is cold and distant. The sun that we all revolve around. Inescapable magnetism feels so dry right now.

The one who gives up should be. The one who decides should be. The one who sits idle and away. The ones who drifts idle and away.

Taking token gestures are hollow. There's nothing inside the box. Not a thing to put in here. Just washed out pieces of paper with illegible words disintegrating.

Hidden Partner II- Resolute

To see you in shards of glass. Tears are fragments of the moment. Unable to reach out to you. My touch falls faintly into the chasm. Without presence and with meaning lost. From one world to the next. A distance of insurmountable longing. From reaching the summit at the bottom of the mountain. Alights in my golden view. Of the steps that light the floor. The black straps of your night shirt. In the scent that you leave behind.

The ghosts that stare back at me. Photographs from so long ago. Faces lit with the longing anticipation. Of embarking upon a journey. Not the distractions of keeping the course. With casualties inflicted upon warm hearts. We look around to measure what is left. And what we can take with us. I measure the magnitude of longing with distance. Your softness lives there with me still. And projects in the lifted weight of your eyes. Shifting across the spectrum.

Hidden Partner

voices carry into the canyon and echo. a lonely landscape that's more like a mirror. i'll communicate my words with you like i write this blog. words put out there maybe someday they'll be found. analyzed, cared for, responded to. the vacant pain just turns to numbness. resolved to move forward in a covert manner. i have a medium to document sensations. but no nerves to actually feel them.