You told your truth,

And lay bare your soul.

You speak the words you say,

As those who hear feel your turbulent catharsis;

Or maybe it was just me.

As if when you speak you asked for pity,

You weren't right to feel remorse.

You told your truth,

As you were about to shed tears.

But I never saw even glistening in your eyes;

Or heard remorse in your tone.

I can only make either of two things true:

you lie.

or;

you are brave.

Brave enough to put your heart at ease,

When the tides come crashing down your ship;

Brave enough to say that you're fine,

When really your walls are about to crumble.

I adore you;

For I feel the bravery you try to emanate;









And the wailing hope you try holding together




I am but a stranger at crossroads;

*I happen to hear your voice

Come away with her,

         Into a place where

This frozen time never fades,

       Both far and w i d e

Come away with her,

       You will only see

The still standing form of a tree

       That partook in composing reality

She's dressed in eternal white,

        Florescent blue street light

Concret and a barrel,

        Grass and gravel

Sun soaked murky water,

         Metal for the leather orange baller

A place where one rose stays true

        And the born again

Mind body and soul

         Is ever-present enough for you

Time is past and past,

           Is forever present

A hand caresses her sunken face,

              A heavenly place

But with just one gust of wind

             She opens her tired eyes,

The hand is but only mine

The floodgates
                      have opened
                  and the tide is high
            the dam has burst
    in explosion
of tear-bombed third eye
      saltwater rushes
           culling dark demons
              from the deep
the most buried
of creatures
awoken from sleep
viperfish and tube worms
                     vampire squid
twirling their tentacles
to summon the id
squelching up
                    impulse  
from sinkholes of mud
primal instincts excavated
                     from tombs
                          of slick crud
Deep-seated fears
have been beckoned to play
to disregard tears
take resistance away
and while blown over
by this twisted abyss
she remembers a flicker
            of the shadow of bliss
      and like a mermaid rising        
up towards surface
                      blue heights
she grasps at the cirrus
leaking tendrils of light
pulling up hand by hand,
in sea-tangled vine
a vague sense of sweetness
flushes out brine
and when she breaks through
                           the surface,
her heart like a sieve
she finally owns it-
the power
       to
            breathe