A hundred little tears

Some accidents don't make noise.

But hurt

deeper than anyone can imagine. 

Hurt that tears apart

a lot of the invisible fabric 

that holds things together. 

While the naive believe 

it was them. 

Suddenly then, 

they wonder, 

why are things falling apart. 

Talking to lon

You are a goddess

Lurking in the cold wind

after dark

And in trees that are waving

in a show of companionship

Keeping a watch 

over your subjects

that find solace 

in the quite rustle

of absence

and giving them excuses

to weep unto themselves

with nobility.

So they can 

carry the boulder 

to the top of the hill

once again.

You are as much a god

as any of the big ones.

Failing

Failing to understand people

perhaps is our most

forgivable of failings.

Who knows people after all.

I'm sure you've heard stories 

of absolutely normal people

doing absurd things -

like giving up everything 

for something that doesn't make sense at all;

or killing someone 

over the smallest of squables.

It is okay to fail 

to understand someone.

Unless it is

someone you love.

you

you are a flowing river
a universe expanding
beyond measure,
living.
making sense of empty space.
moving. 

giving meaning to light and dark

it is good

that no one understands you

Scripted souls

When you are traveling,
to a known place
devoid of mystery
a staple conglomeration
of pleasures you have conditioned yourself 

to enjoy
people you know will not violate
your sanctuaries
and thoughts you have allowed to
mushroom in your well manicured garden.

a diversion keeps presenting itself

dangerous or beautiful who knows 

as you convince yourself to ignore it

and decide to carry on 

to your destination

a house of cliched characters

and scripted souls

to spend your life with.

layer after layer

As we peel layer after layer
of our words
actions
thoughts
insinuations
we realize the depth
of the vacuum
within.
the stories
of the soul
were supposed to be true
but who knows.

a point in time

another day drags by
like a goods train
rhythmic sound
that becomes background noise
as soon as it hits.
I am like the stoned hippie 
lying on the platform
half awake
watching it go past
just like these days.
like a chore.
I've nothing better to do.
the world keeps rambling on
about the old meaningless things.