"North Bound"

Sleepy eyed
And anxious
Which path
To cross
Next
To be coined
As the wanderer
Seems fitting
Enough
Of these
Aimless
Conquests
That lead
Only to defeat
Feed me
Substance
To compliment
My worth
I wish not
To speak their language
But to communicate
Without
Words
Still
Uncertain
This search
Will help define
Eager
To move on
Leaving the past
No longer questioning
The future
Living life
For the now

"Silent Sobbing"

You can place
A world
Between two lovers
And the "what-if's"
Will still find their way to the surface
Resistance
Only prolongs
The inevitable
The images
That sweep in and out
The past replaying
Melting you
Slowly
Inside
Til' out it comes
The destroyed
Revealed
And the present
Weighed down
From the heaviness
Of empty
Unrecognized
Yet painfully familiar
Tears

"Dial Tone"

On my own
Still
Your voice
Does things
I cannot disguise
I've fought
So long
To win back
The sense of self
I once claimed
My will has been tried
My worth taken from me
And replaced
With a bittersweet facade
So I fight
Back
To what
I have never known
I cannot deny you
I know this
It's truth
The things we keep
To ourselves
The disguises
We hide behind
I have no answers
When even the question is unclear
If denial is my only ally
I choose truth
And will fight
On my own
Wishing
For a way
To untie
The strings
That keep you
From seeing
Me

Tork Waterfall

With all
The weight
Of my world
Lifted
In moments
Like this
I face beauty
I see truth
A truth
That is so forward
No facades
Natural
The shape
I take
The form
I manifest
Sincere
The search
For the divine
Within
Myself
The soul
Is such a tender palate
And I feel mine
Feeding
And fulfilling
Itself
For the sake
of all I cannot question
For my heart
For this temple
For the love that drives me
And for all I need
To keep
This
My home

"A Train Wreck"

The aftermath
Of a tender torture
Which infuses
Weakness
Into my supple
Bleeding bones
I misbehave
And betray
I seek
To find
What it is
You seem
To believe
I've left undiscovered
I've broken your mold
Your butterfly effect
Has worn
I'm left
With your imperfections
And the desire
Not to let go
But to gain
A perspective
I can wrap my fingers around
And release you
Neatly
On a pale piece of paper
I can fold up
And claim
Fiction
Yet
My heart
Simply interrupts
Closing the book
Begging
Pleading
For the next chapter
To begin
though to me
It seems
The ending
Will remain
Untold
For my reluctance
Has settled
And the weight
Has numbed me
And the sting
Has dulled
My emotions
Will remain
A complex mystery
And you
Infectious
Uncontrolled
Writer's block