These lies obscure my reflection
Like the mist after a hot shower
Image lost in the semi-truths
I tell myself...

I'll be ok without you

I don't
- miss your warm breath on my skin
-  long for a glance at the gleam in your eyes

Your scent is forgettable
You are replaceable
Your head on my chest - I don't miss the warmth of that touch

Distance is my friend
Coldness in solitude is my companion
(Pretending is better than feeling when alone)
Numbness is better than passion
It doesn't hurt as much as being close to you

Time heals my wounds
(Not really)
And what a ******* price to pay

So lamentable,
poetry is not marketable.
Not worth making haste
to conform to public taste.

In the final analysis,
path to financial paralysis,
is the poet's life
No worldly gains, only strife.

The lonely moments of heartache
If only the silvery moon was a woman
Extending long silvery fingers
Invitation to a starry dance so far from this life
Earthbound

Dream coalescing from spidery luminescent fibers
Cloudless, the inky night
Calls my heart aloft
Impossible future memory

If I could only dissolve in a Star Trek transporter
And be reassembled
Elsewhere,

My life is glimpse
Out the window
On a dark rainy night

Why do I have to feel?
Feeling brings pain.
Heartache pounds within the cage of my chest.
Feeling brings confusion.
What should be a clear reflection looks more like
The cloudy mirror after a hot shower.
Feeling is an ache in my bones
Worse than the dew soaked English morning.
Feelings reach for the stars
Only to be an abrasion
Like falling off my bicycle
Feeling is the road rash of the soul.

Nails along the chalkboard
Screeching loudly enough to cringe
Harpy feelings take vampire bites
Draining life from heart and soul.

Here I sit in the dark of night
'Neath the sullen icy gaze of Luna
Contemplating the ravages of...
What I feel

Yet feel I will,
Indeed feel I must...
Inescapably ensnared by emotional ties,
situations and other connections
Sometimes not even breaking the surface
The overwhelming watercourse
Of feelings ...
Impossible to stem
Can't even put a finger in the ****
to slow the torrent at times.
Often, I don't even want to stop the flow,
even when that would be the sane thing to do.

Goodbye my love
Melodiously sigh the radiant crimson orange clouds
As their tendrils seem to flicker against
Distant emerald tree limbs
Resting on the darkening jagged hill

The sighing tune fades, yet endlessly repeats
out towards the pale azure horizon

All that is beautiful
Echoes of longing
Needfully resonated in the chambers of two lover's hearts below

Every kiss hello
Prelude on airy strings
To a goodbye
Precious paradox
This fleeting joy
embraces the lovers as vines climbing the grey stone wall