Lost

Alibi

Quintessential essential man

Dubious 

Methodical

Doubt unspokenly loud

Mantra to trick your brain

Almost but not quite

Swirling miserable wind

Ascending limbo

Appreciate the kind words

Steamed rolled

Your scaring me

Geometric patterns in the wind

Eliminating intent

Loss borne stoically 

Tragic spiral into a deep abyss 

Lost with intimate strangers 

imperfect life

In an imperfect life

There is no past tense for I don’t care

Would that mean I cared?

Moving forward from behind

The words remain the same

The meaning changes

Altered by time and perception

Inevitable imperfect life

Watched you walk by the other day

Did not recognize you at first

Took a second to place you

So out of context you become to be

You still look beautifully in a rugged way

Life has not been kind

The hate is still plain to see

Cleary it eats at you in an ugly way

Hope you find want you are looking for

Before the hate devours you

I an imperfect life

There is no past tense for I don’t care

Moving beyond yesterday

The words remain the same

The meaning clearly changes in time

Altered by intent and insight

Seen a familiar face in a crowd today

Making eye contact before quickly turning away

Recognition and discontent

I smiled and walk up to her

You seem so familiar what is your name

Knowing it all the same

You changed so much

And walked the other way

Before doesn’t matter any more

Irony of broken pictures

As the temperature rises

Conflict is bond to follow

Internal and external

Life through broken pictures

Clinging on to the way it was

Like keeping a lucky penny

When the penny is now redundant

Grasping at memories gone

A product of a different time

Harder sell in a bite sized world

A building that changed you some how

Marking life’s landmarks

Colors that once were vibrant

Appearing the same yet different

A flip book to dreams

A corner of white

Patterns that occurs

Treatment perceived  

How people change

Ink dropping on a page

A fast read as the temperature rises

Keeping a broken picture

The irony that it represents better time

mourner murmur

The murmur  draining hope

Something primal howls

Lingering on the wind

So much of nothing lost

All the time in between

Believing in hope

Even when it is gone

Mourners murmur in the background

Constant like all those yesterday's

Facing it everyday out there

Judging poet murmuring sunshine

Twisting meaning 

Like the wind changing the surface

Shifting the smoke of many fires

Yet never heard

Primal howl draining hope

Lingering on the air

So much lost

All adding up to nothing

As the clock strikes one

Believing in emptiness 

As it fills the oasis in the abyss 

Holding its stare

So the truth can be written In the silence

Passionless

Evaporating souls

Silence before the dawn

The calm before the chaos 

of the day

Refreshing cold of darkness

The twilight before the day

Life is fleeting

Evasive by design

Mimicking every word

Mocking any joy

Soul eating rage

self loathing hate

Smiles like sunshine

As it boils  in brine

A hate that festers

Leaving a bitter  after taste

A numbing disgust 

The silence before the dawn

Nothing is moving

Predators are about

Stalking in the moon light

The cold is refreshing before the day

When the heat gets air boiling 

 Life seems to wilt

Evaporating souls 

Laureate of the night

Standing at the window

A prisoner within

Looking out at the world

Voltairian vampire waiting patiently

Laureate of the night

Foot step in the dark

A midway love affair

The one night stand that lingers on

Go there to honor

Go there to disappear

Standing at a window

In the shadow of the day

Watching the grass green

Wishing to touch it

Staying in the comfort of a room

Voltaire had things to say

Condescending inhuman

A good lie fashionable to ancients

In the night deserving tribute

The vampire watching the sunlight

Anonymity

Hi Dave 

How are you

Anonymity of a crowd

My name is William

guess I will be Dave for now

That impact seems hollow

A place in my head seems numb

Somehow a little dead

In a sea of Dave's I am William

Batman walked by 

The symbol all to faded

The yellow all most gone

And black closer to gray

The impact seems shallow

The place in my head numb

Somehow a little faded

Behind the right ear

A place where I was created

Batman says Hi Dan

How are you

Anonymity in a name

Talking to me

like the wind and the rain

Crooked door

Crooked doors

Sad faces

A story living their lives

Every door has a key

Even ones that no longer open

Sad eyes that seen history die

Second chances

Hearing the torment of hell

The screams of the fated

An accidental crime

In the wreckage of such promise

Sad eyes look on

Sad faces roll with the punches

Spending so much time with strangers

The misery of the familiar

In the land of broken promises

A stagnant decline  

Building something new

Out of the old

 A key to a broken door

Arguing with the wind

Looking at the past through key holes

Through a door that will not open

Change

Marking change

From the building your in

To the places you been

Home will be wherever you are

Where I am is a place

A distraction till I get back 

time with familiar strangers

An owl observes the day

Snakes play Russian roulette

Just to cross the road

carcass patrol pulls bodies away

Nature foreshadowing the day

a building once lived

One that changed with you

Change is beautifully painful

Waiting for tomorrow 

One day at time

People are tired 

It's all been heard before

Every  love story

Every torment

Every sad little broken heart

No one cares

Not even you

The infinity of change

Marking it with the building lived

Crooked doors and broken windows

Saying bye to the places traveled through

Home to me is where ever you be

Every where else is a distraction

The snake made it pass the wheels

The owls hunts during the day

Leisurely swooping Mr Snake from the ground  

The Carcass patrol blindly observes

Decline

Happiness

Condition of the mind

Questions with a smile

Attraction of two of a kind

A distraction for a short time

Getting through things

Fortunate in a cynical way

Biggest critic in the mirror

The person staring back

Is not the person I know

Sadness

Condition of the mind

Sentences with a grimace

Confrontation of a kind

A gladiator for entrainment

Acquired damage for your enjoyment

Pessimistic mocking

Disadvantaged benefit

Biggest critic in a refection

The black circles under the eyes

Bliss can have happy ending

Outcomes maligned

Regressing in the decline