Ghosts of Things

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For quite some time now
I've locked them away
in little ornate wooden boxes-
spooks and specters
that would haunt and
terrify me, late at night
just as I'm taking
that
final breath before I kiss the night.

Their icy fingers
scouring my skin, probing,
stabbing at my eyes,
tearing at my mouth
till they slip inside
farther and farther
until I gag.

Now these ghosts were lined up
two
by
two,
ready to die in some grand gesture.

However, before they can
have their sweet release
I
vomit them up,
into the little ornate wooden boxes
to stay locked away until
the time comes to drink them
up again and
breathe life into them
once again.

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Dear Friend

My Dear Friend,

I think of you more than I should.
It's come to the point where you
fill my mind; each day more and more
till I think of nothing else.

I want you to take me into your
arms. Take me into your cold embrace
and hold me till the morning comes.

I know now, however, we cannot meet.
Now now at least.
It would destroy them all and all
they've known.

One day I'll see you, take your hand,
embrace, and you'll take me to my home
of peace.

Rest.

Stolen Sun

Taking
        the light from inside,
through
        my mouth,
to hold
        it in my hands
to look
        at it and examine it
closely.


You
        walk in on me and
find me
        holding the light
deep inside my hands
        that are clasped so tight,
hiding
        it away from your
dark, prying, stealing eyes.


Tearing
        it from my palms
it scalds
        yours
and sets you ablaze.


When I get
        the light back, to put it back
inside,
        instead of tasting sweetness,
now,
        only the
biting
        bitterness of
your ashes.

The Torn Homelessness

I no longer belong.

The home
I left,
the home
I was sojourning to,

now


gone.



I find myself
awakened and alive
in a strange
new place,
strange
new time.

I'm now homeless;
a shambling
old
vagrant
with nowhere
but the road
(Kerouac's)
to lie my head,
to find my peace,
to still my aching heart,
to quiet my broken soul.


The

in between,

life
and
death,
day
and
night,
dream
and
awake,

is where
I've found I am to reside.

For now at least,
enwrap me in the
soft
golden
light
of the dead life.

Burn The Night

Your name
the lightning in my veins.
You
the fire in my lungs.

The silent roar
gives me hope
restores my faith in
what surely must be done.

When I speak,
invariably,
I’ll set myself ablaze;
murdering the night
and all the darkness
it holds dear.

Progeny

This is for the haggard posterity,
the ideas of life yet to come
yet to realize.

Look at the lives we,
this collective ghost,
have lived;
the sins against
generations we've commited,
the lines of the history
books we've omitted.

Learn. Now.

Our mistakes
are not
to be yours.
Tread lightly in the footsteps
of our lies, my youth.

Home

For a lifetime now
Kerouac's Road
has been my home.
The cold hard concrete
where I rest my weary head.
The burning asphalt
where I lay down to die.

I'm yearning, aching,
to find rest,
to find peace
somewhere these old bones
can lie down for
one
warm night.

Wrap me up in
the old haggard ghosts
of the past.
I want the solace
their arms provide.

Light, breathe life into me.
Fill my veins.
Make this gilded heart
live
again.
"A heart that's made of gold
can't really beat at all."

Love take me home,
hold me in your breast
once more.
Welcome me home.
Kiss me to sleep
one
more
time.

Ashes To Ashes

From inside the ashes
I'll see the world.
Cast me adrift, consign me to
the will of the wind
the will of the waves.
The silent lonely earth
beneath
these cold gray feet.


From inside the ashes
I'll rule the world.
All
will come
from me.
New life
old death,
All
will be
of me.


From inside the ashes
peace will find me.
Millions of ages,
lifetimes from now

rest


from inside the ashes.

Soon

It's almost time.

The ghosts of the past are
lining up in the back of my throat,
ready to leap to a second death.

Maybe now they'll be gone,

leave,
and move
on.

This tired, dead heart will
finally
have peace.
Rest.

Now.

Meine Liebe

I wish I could have told you
I wish I would have told you.
The time now, is past.

You,
partly responsible
for awaking this
sleeping giant.

The giant has left now,
moved on.

I have a feeling
it's not too far

gone;

I can still feel the earth
tremble under it's steps.