For thee

And if I fall, let it be for thee.
     From this moment forth
   to the depths of eternity.
From the highest on high
   to the dredges of the opaque lake of fire
To burn and drown, all the way down,
   to the secrets of man's wanton desire.
Your lips, they hold a treasure trove.
     Your smile, it holds the key.
Your eyes are flint and steel that make it all real
   igniting something inside of me.
Let the religious have their gods.
The greedy, their gold and coins.
For there is so much more than has been seen before
   that dullards detract to mere lust of the loins.
No, I see ...I feel a fondness for life,
   a joy, a oneness of spirit.
A vibration so clear that the deaf can hear,
   so why doesn't anyone else hear it?
They are lost in self and enact a play
   whereupon the star awaits an encore call
     but i bet those that strut and fret
   will leave behind nothing at all.
Not like you who've touched me so.
No, you will go on for evermore.
- but I wonder what it is in your heart of hearts
     that affects me to the core.
Is it something within your lilting gaze?
Your speech or deeds, those actions that are so very?
What clout overcomes fear and doubt?
   -making you a memory ...simply legendary.
You've risen me to a level beyond my bar,
     above my status, farther than I could ever climb.
And when you whisper that secret - for one day you shall
   -oh, it will be joyously sublime.
I can go no higher nor wish to do so.
For now, your vision is all I need to see.
One day, I may fall -after having seen it all
   -and if I am to fall, let it be for thee.

I am a poet

I am a poet
that is how i live
that is how i'll die
I am a lover of words
a charlatan to the naked eye
I am a rainstorm in a world of fallen trees
-in laughter, i am the sigh
I am a problem
sandwiched in a life of complication
I am one beat within two hearts
-and i am the reverberation.

Many of you who feel at loss:
I am the pathless way
Listen close to my silence
and ignore only what i will not say
I am directionless and misleading
I am the thought your hindsight has brought
I am the firefly within the night
and the child that was never caught
I am the truth between sutures
-in death, i am a sham
In the twilight of unbroken evening
 you can become all that i am

I am a poet
that is how i lived
that is how i must have died