Pretty toys under glass

Pretty toys polished gleam

Surround myself with pretty toys

Perfect space twixt and ‘tween

Pretty Toys neat on shelves

Give me comfort, grouped, displayed

Proof, existence, museum’ed self

Monuments to mind at play

Treasures told and strange it seems

Made to show but never seen

So I sit within my room

At my desk and in the gloom

Never a sigh, complain or deny

Why they are, and why am I

Or wonders lost in travels took,

Joyous sights and final looks

Of wonderous times of God at play

When comes my time to fade away.

In my heart you beat, alive

Straws ..... Within my grasp 

A wisp of Smoke, passing thought

There.....but not

seek ....not have
nothing sad ....
Possesion -Love -Want
I don't know

Nor do I care

We dance and dance
To a music not heard
Or a sound so faint
Coreographed by time
eternally together.

eternally forever.
Yet I reach for you
To grasp at air
Is to touch the fog
You own my soul 

As light's hue settles outside the shadow
Of a sun once strong and proud
Of warmth and light for all to follow
Washed in white my little town
My little town draws long its shade
O’er street and door and passerby
Scarlet rays they dance and play
On cloud, tree and buildings high
Yet for us this end of day
Ushers in a blackest night
And to this a sorrow comes
As stars command the fading light
I find myself and think of you
Knowing of this love once found
As all the wrongs that we made right
Are asleep inside my little town

Sleep comes hard lately

Night passing quickly

As the green light

Of the clock face

Stirs up the shadows

My mind races

Over things you said

Over things you did

Mid night retorts

Rolling in anger

Over and Over

This to say

Build and Build

Build and Build
Till I see no begining

I can see no end

I can’t sleep

Green glow

Screams three

Morning silence

Electric quiet 

Not a stir just that buzz

That white noise

I watch numbers

Roll in slow mo

Counting existance

Occasionally

I go back

But the fight is gone

For now, sleep 

I just need sleep

 Four

Who invented this?

This fucking color! 

Noise from the alarm

Talk radio, this time

Six

I hit the snooze

I forgot why

But I can tell

Today

Will be long.

Done .....

At an age things change

Plans were made

There was time

I wanted to find someone

Build something

There was time

I had a plan

Turn to a gift

When I grow old

There was time

I did not take into account

There would be noone

There would be nothing

And I would not be young.

"You have a nice collection of heads, sir"

The man turned and said; "Why thank you!

I always liked a little head."

It's

not

 time

 yet

I

don't want

to go

Please can

I

stay A

little while longer.

I

won't be any trouble

I

won't get in your way

It's just,

I

want to be here

I

want to be with you.

 I

want it

to be

like it was.

I

don't

Understand.

What did

I

do wrong?

I

didn't

do anything

wrong.

What

is

wrong

with

me? I

don't want to go

yet.

9-11

Image Transfer/ Acrylic Painting by TL Cope

It was all over the TV

You couldn't get away

A callous formed

News, day after day

Turning to Apathy

America was motivated

Then bored to

a point we no longer felt.

Today we still sit in

Afganistan

Today we sit in

Iraq

Our heros seek Basheba

While corporations

lay waiste our lands

Feed our greed

Yet! This day

America burned

With a fire so hot

A young man

Jumps

From the World Trade Center

A camera

catches this moment

This one image

This one person

This one day

Reminds me of

The thousands.

Reminds me of

Why......

"Tired Angels" a study, 2009 Graphite on paper; click for larger image

There's a feel

You know that feel

 the feel of the air at summers end

A last night out with a good friend

To talk all night as time stills

So soft is that touch to your skin

that says change

Passing thoughts that  you don't recognize

Absorbed in a moment

Present in time

Future doesn't matter,

and words don't rhyme

The page is not ready to turn

yet

But you are already preparing

You don't know it

Or, you do but

this moment

this moment

hasn't passed

I feel the pages end

Let it come when it comes

Don't want to go

Starting to understand

I know I have to leave

I know I will

And in my time

I hope I go with grace

Nor overstay my time

There is something

Slimming

about the flag ....

Monetarily...

Nuetritionaly...

Morally...

Enviromentally...

Emotionally...

I am feeling a bit light.

That's right....

Red,White and Blue

 the new black....

Weary, my angels,

Stand by side,

As protectors,

To dying kings.

Duty bound,

Loyal,

To purpose,

For a cause,

Long lost,

Long forgotten.

In crimson hues

of dying light.

In the dust

Of ones we loved

We are,

in battle's midst,

Some to fight,

Some to sleep,

N'er to wake,

So sets the sun

Blanket dark

And rest,

My angels,

Rest.

Occasionally
I like to do
the things I like
to do

I do these things for me

I like getting lost in detail

I like getting away from you

No offense but

People are hard to be around

I either have to concentrate

Or I have to live in fear

Fear that people

Won’t except me

Find my weakness

Think bad

Sometimes I don’t like

Me

Who I am

Where I am

Sometimes I don’t like

You

Sometimes

I just like being lost in detail

This picture

This painting

Represents more than what you see

Represents more than a moment

For in its creation

You could not hurt me.

It was gray all around

Strong and haunting like giants

I see its face and want to hide

Inside is shelter

Inside I will be safe

The winds pick up and the cool

races over my face

I stay outside to welcome the storm

It is no stranger to me