You are an ocean stretching as far and wide as the eye can see.
Each violent wave you extend is still brought back into the tides from which it came.
You are a calm, peaceful water.
Every ripple in your current will become still.
The battle beneath your surface is met with peace and patience.
You are an ocean stretching as far and wide as the eye can see.
You are a calm, peaceful water.

Let your currents be calm.
Let your storms be quelled.
Let your troubles dissolve in the brine.
Let yourself go to feel all the life around you.
You are an ocean, and a calm, peaceful water.

In the end,
Listening without learning,
Statements without substance,
And memories without meaning
Will fall out of sight.

In the end,
Movements without martyrs,
Peace without petitions,
And sacrifice without suffering
Will fall into place.

In the end,
Lovers without longing,
Fighters without fury,
And humans without hatred
Will come into life.

In the end,
Dreamers without division,
Artists without anxiety,
And reachers without restriction
Will supplement the land.

In the end,
Belonging without bias,
Feeling without fearing,
And making without marring
Will sum up the collective.

But for the time being,
Flaws with folly,
Ignorance with imperfection,
And compassion with chaos
Will remain the certain truths as since
The beginning.

Fingertip aura; her light shines through me
And although these words have again been said
Repetition a smile, feeling free
I dream about her awake in my bed

Away; every bright twinkle in her eye
Hollows out my skeleton to shy dust
Ember a tidal wave; red and blue sky
Colors swirl and fall to corroded rust

And my hands to her’s, senses allude us
Would it matter if blindness came to stay?
We see without seeing; feel that all was
Time sheds its false fake mask: Night becomes day

So into this, we turn inside and two
One being a mix; to become all you.

The brass coated tones of strings in the air
Elevate the music of nature, joy
And endless fertility in fields fair
Thus, the sleeping youthful bud trembles coy
The cadence of the whispering wind flies
And glides among the lilacs of deep blue
With each summer stroke, a petaled sea sighs
Reflected by green; devoid of mildew
For each careful petal holds for dear life
Against the zephyr in a meadow calm
Yet, the peace returns; the meadow is rife
With the beauty of nature’s work in psalm
So this, the eternal flowering land
Surrounds the tranquil world a vision grand.

One of these days, departure from life will
Occur, and these tired eyes shall then cease
But our dancing days still shine, until
That faraway future of midnight peace
Let us treasure each tender green grass blade
And the ripples of water in the pond
And each enchanted moment in the shade
Pulls us closer into a cosmic bond
Our pasts and futures need not matter
If the present is beautiful today
The only thing that could make me sadder
Is if you were to slowly go away
For communication is my lifeline
Until we meet again, angel of mine.

Skull imprint a desert wasteland
expression upon a lizard's forked tongue
Sand grays and whites surround a scene
and fill me with its horrid texture
Making snow angels in a dust storm
while my spine comfortably breaks in two
These eyes that are simply dots in a vortex
keep their gaze fixedly upon the
Face like death that matches its expression
beyond the spotted and cracked glass.

I.
Am.
Cracking.

My speech, once proud and confident
Has now fallen to glass shards on blackened concrete.

My eyes, once sure and smooth
Are now like a defective camera with a defiant lens.

My fingers feel like they could stand on their own and march out of their sockets like a parade.

Not a day goes by now
That I refrain from twitching to cope with feeling overwhelmed.

My soul is cracking.

Fiery gifts are bestowed upon a dimly sanded cave
The echoes of light fall swiftly upon the stalagmites
Shadows overcome the angel who dared venture
Inside the etching described aside the ocean of forever mystery.

A tropical autumn wind swiftly blew by
As the dust in the air cruelly bombarded our eyes
And we sat right here as nobody else was near
To leave it all behind; it is excruciating to try.

I never know exactly what it is I want
While the sun sets me ablaze
And people walk by with their faceless masks
As I sit here in my bed cosmos and daze
Birds sing as my penniless thoughts ache and ring
Forgetting for me was always a difficult thing
As memories flap their way through my blue brain
And how many other times have I written about the rain?!

Because as long as the bench sits here
So will I.
I will sit here patiently
Waiting for someone else to join me.

My illuminescent love
Bring thy radiance to the steely-eyed current
That showers us both in flaming willow-wisps
And drowns us in a torrent of color tones.

Every whisper you fan my way
Shines brighter than any sun in the day
And every word you dare create
Holds the world in bated breath as it waits
To see each color you project out to the sky
And isn't it amazing how you amaze and not even try?



so, I'll buy a ticket to your laser light show

and I'll get the closest front row seat

so that maybe even if I go blind

at least you were the last thing I remember seeing in my mind.

It seems to me that
No matter what words I choose
And countless stanzas I use
I feel no different than how I did yesterday.

I feel torn, confused, and lost
Like any other ******* teenager out there
So, I thought poems could ventilate my fears
And somehow halt my internal flowing tears

But I was wrong.

It seems to me that
No matter what topics I discuss
Everybody I talk to turns the other way
As if I've got nothing important at all to say.

A friend, a foe, a love, a hate
Why should I think my words are great?
If everybody I write about dissolves in the end
Does it even matter if I care for the poems I tend?

It seems to me that
No matter what words I choose
And countless stanzas I use
I cannot artistically express that I'm done with poetry.

On a wind that flies as high as stars
The particles of dust tangle and fro
While mysteries of the air soar out my soul

Of what do I dare
And chance of the modern atmospheric dance
That angels should fly crisply on by
On their whisper-white wings tipped with glory?

You won't know when it hits you;
That moment when your mind
Dazzles you with limitless creativity.
That moment when your mind
Opens all the eyes and ears on your body
For the imagination works silently
Until it wants to tell you
It thought of something incredible.

(At the Doctor's)

"Hello there, what seems to be the problem?"

Doc, I feel feverish
Like I've been burning up
For the past few weeks
Without a moment's hesitation.

"Ah, so you have a cold."

No, it's something more.
I've been thinking of kicking down the door
And punching a wall with my fist
Hell, I still feel so ******.

"Then perhaps you need anger control?"

But I'm also exuberant
Like the world is candy land
And almost every day is a thrill to enjoy
And my smile is radiant for all to see.

"Hmm...how particularly interesting. Bipolar, then?"

No, I'm not that at all
It's just a girl that I know makes me feel so small
Is it natural to feel so happy and mad?
And did I tell you that the other day I felt so sad?

"Do you think you are insane?"

Yes, I think I might finally be gone
Lock me away forever in some padded room
I don't feel like myself anymore
For my brain is going haywire just thinking of her.

"You know, you've come to me for a while
And I know you aren't crazy and I've seen your real smile
So my hypothesis is this and it fits truly like a glove
Sir, I happily diagnose you with being in love."

Delicate splashes
Roll on by
A rainstorm
Continues its showers

And my eyes look past
The darkened clouds
When the water
Finishes its wet journey.