every bad man thinks that he can love her better
and every good man thinks that he can love her more

but the truth of it is
that her love is a fizz
just a foam that retracts from the shore

see, she never was too real to any
something like the wind, with a little more weight
just some womanesque vapor to many
'til the tides of the times called her fate

she wasn't as light as the ocean breeze
but she wasn't as real as the wave
I wish I'd evaded her motion, her tease
but fell down for her hard, I bowed down like a slave

then as soon as that femme and foamy omen
had tickled my senses so gentle
all the strength of a man that I had she took with
back to sea, to the stop of some transcontinental

lay your eyes upon me
feast them and do not fear
brush your fingertips along me
simply to get near

nothing-talk your sweetness at me
whisper by my ear
find a lovely word to make
my shyness disappear

look at me with eyes of wonder
eyes that ne'er before knew sight
like a blind man newly-healed
right at the break of  dawn's first light

let me learn to let you hold me
sink into that first embrace
deeply, like you're breathing of me
step back as you caress my face

I want to see the sea again,
but not like seen before
I want to watch a beast wash up
on a sopping, stormy shore

the sun has all forsaken me
the breeze turned torrent doom
the bright of day is dashed away
in tumbled, trashing gloom

my skin is scales, my breath is salt
my air is suffocating
I'm taking in the cold and dark
I'm watching death parading

to spite the light that's left my heart
is all the due I've paid
and every drop of dampened soul
sounds out my serenade

the magic of poetry.
is that it makes everything
beautiful.
it fills your lungs
like air.
it turns your soul
into a sky full of stars.
your heart
a field of wildflowers.
you.
into a poem.

The moon
is my only company
when I'm walking
down dimly lit streets.

I don't mind
that she knows
how I think.

I can tell she likes
the secrets I keep.

Keep happy, smile...
Run your life like a Train, trust the tracks,
sometimes you have to trust the guidance of your life
for God knows why your road meanders left or right...
He's the tracks that'll see you through the day and night...
It might take a year, two or ten, it doesn't matter when
as long as you don't derail, you will reach your destination...