Her stance was perfect, her eye's were bright
Her countenance was emanating a brilliant white light
She kept her composure, her hands at her side
She knew she was ready with her mouth opened wide
then passed her lips came a beautiful sound as everyone listened,
their jaw's on the ground.
She had the voice of an angel and I started to cry, she hit
every note no matter how low nor how high.
I can't be sure but I believe God heard her sing, their ears were
wide opened and they started to ring.
Glasses just shattered, windows were cracked, she gave our
hearts the very thing that they lacked.
When she was done and the singing was through my heart was
softer with a good kind of blue.

Eyelid kisses
Buried intuition
Beneath warm fuzzy feelings
That fooled me for two years

Life is hard
It has never been easy
But the greater the hardship
The greater the reward
If the door closes
The gates will open
If the rain sheds
The flowers will bloom
And we are just like the sun
It goes down and comes right back up

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I prayed to God
With my hand to my heart
To give me the heavens
And the moon and the stars

But all he gave
Despite the words I prayed
Was a hand full of friends
And a roof for shade

Disappointed at at first
But soon came to learn
That the little he gave
Was more than I deserved

So I took my friends
The few I was lent
And thanked my stars
For this life well spent...

Lord just take my memories away

They wont let me sleep – they ruin my day

Let me be blessed with a baby’s mind-

Gazing only ahead —with nothing behind

the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019

When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow

the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red
flowers

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't
matter

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault

I cried all night ‘til the sun rose
Still laying in our bed
While across from me your eyes closed
Pretty pictures in your head

Do you see I am drowning?
In a pool of tears for you
All the while you say you love me
And I believe you like a fool

There is no love
In a house built on lies
Each time one slips your tongue
I can see it in your eyes

You love me to death
What am I to do?
I won’t be without you
Build a coffin for two?

Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

I come
To you today
With yet another scheme
For a wild, foolish adventure.
Coming?

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

If we all turn away from the
poor and the dying
If we give up on us whom
can we call a friend
Lift your head up and find
a way
to help those suffering for
a brighter day
Should we lie down submitting
to the sweet decay six feet
under the ground.
Let us unite just as one
Walking for one single
purpose
Let us remember when we
needed a friend
All things will pass away untill
the end
Look at his heart warm and
bright.
No more turning away from
the sick and the lonely
No more insulting merely
for who they are
They will fly and let their
spirit soar
They may be lost until they
find the door
Now's the time for a change

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Expressing my emotions.
I'm toxic but no need for precautions
To find a faithful lover is a prayer in my devotions,
Because the heartbeats and headaches keep causing the commotions

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option

My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.

When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.