your wish

just close the door tonight,
seal it tight with silence,
streetlight through the window,
throw at it a mild gust.

black bile,
try that as a panacea,
for when everything fails,
the stubborn old goat won't give.

denial allows for continuation,
the continuation for supposed happiness,
but still happiness, good or bad.
then comes the denial of denying,
a sad little fear jumps into the sunlight,
its shadow bigger than you now.

words unspoken,
best be forgotten.

precaution after precaution,
just go ahead and kiss the sky,
cause as how another would see it,
you're the fool.

time,
is to mend and break.

with eyes closed,
that's how dark it is,
no direction without a hand,
no knowledge without a voice,
just stand, sit or lie down,
i can't see anyway.
a man with his thoughts,
ever wondered why there are so few?
its never a pretty sight,
i guess that's the reason for darkness.

'you're not needed'
i hear whispers.