Cloudless skies and
You & I.

A BBQ aroma
Levitates
Like those hummingbirds

Did you like that movie?
I've got to be home
Maybe 11.

I like your pick-up
It makes me reminisce
For an old home

With happier times
Maybe we
Could re-create those?

Looking at the blacktop,
I'll miss you tonight
You'd make a good father

Half-moon lover,
Let my dreams
Only be of you.

You cause me to rise
and then enjoy my fall.

I stood waiting for her I was told she would come
I stood waiting cold and numb
Numbed by the pain, tablets and lotions
Numbed by the hope of a notion
A notion that said I might find a cure
A cure that would let me lead a life I could finally endure

For my life has been one of repeated pain
Pain from the physical, emotional, where there is no gain
A life that is lived in between, of darkness and then sparkle
A life that is to my own heart no more than a debacle

I was told If I met her she could help me create
My own alchemy, a precious recipe that would make
A remedy that would soothe my soul allow it to rest
Allow my physical body to stop undergoing this continual test

I heard movement come through the blackness
Towards me to meet, a beautiful figure, dazzling and complete
Her beauty was breathtaking her adornment a delight
She illuminated my world at once and reignited my own light

She has a familiarity that my body recognizes, a bejeweled
Being who lights up my world with her smile and surprises
Even me as I watch and stare as she moves through the darkness
With such knowledge and without care

I follow her light down passageways and past keeps
And notice parts of my body awakening like from a sleep
A body that wants to talk to me and say
That authenticity is the alchemy from which you have strayed

Your body has such wisdom its waiting to be read.
This is the alchemy you search for, its that voice in your head
It is an illuminated manuscript  gilded with the finest gold, gold of your own making
your life experience is the beauty you need to hold.

The magic is in your intuition, that you hold deep within yourself
You follow this beautiful lady and yet she is a mirror of your own self
She came because you finally called her and she sits in front of you now
Administering her balms that lingers on your skin, it caresses the pain you feel
and smoothes you from within.

But this is a balm of your own making , made out of all your own pain
It sparkles with the light you have been seeking it is your own beauty,
Hopelessness and pain.

So look no longer for the alchemists hand, behold what you see in the
mirror and be glad that you stand, for you are a beauty to behold, a life
to be treasured, a life that is lived in, a life that can be measured.

i just want to smile like
I used to in the darkness
when you ran your hand
up my spine and buried
your fingers in my hair
and pulled my mouth
to meet your waiting
lips in a kiss that set
my soul on fire. i want
to feel your hands on
my skin as they leave
burning trails across
my lonesome heart,
like a tattoo or a secret,
something forbidden,
something wanted with
everything conceivable,
available, tangible. i
want to have your heart
in my hands, against
my chest so they can
beat as one. i never told
you how at home i felt
as i lay there while
we slept, your warmth
against my back, your
face buried against my
neck. your hand was
upon my stomach, but
i felt your fingers on
my heart, your lips on
my soul, the fire in your
eyes as we exposed
everything to each
other. i feel the sand
slipping between my
fingers; time does not
cease, even if one begs
and hopes, nor does it
reverse itself to the whim
of the broken hearted,
we can only pursue that
which is worthy of our
proclamation, and if we
can remain strong enough,
and endure the hardship
of loneliness, then perhaps
time itself will cease for one
blissful moment and life
will finally seem to be on
our sides.

its easier to be alone in the dark.
When a love song you love is playing on the radio,
it is better not to know.

It is better she never smiled
than to go on the roller coaster of intensity.
The problem is that it is only seen in retrospect,
when the heart you wear on your sleeve has bled out all your joy.

Until that time,
you hunt for your own heartache,
and when you think you have healed,
it starts again.

Listen to the calmness
the tranquility of this place
where spirit waves are restless
hungering for your embrace
I wish you’d see me crying
Because hearing me is too late
You left in such a hurry
You didn’t even bother to check
If I had ate
It was all of a sudden
You decided you needed a break
It’s been almost fifteen years
But why does my heart still ache?
In the muteness of our chaos
We’ve lost the right to say
We’ve lost the right to speak
For resentment’s sake  
We simply stay
Vengeance has a purpose
And anger has a name
Be careful of her stillness
I’d recommend you stay awake.

If it were just the thought of you
That was running through my head
Then with grim determination
I could put that thought to bed
But the thought begat a feeling
And that feeling grew and grew
It wrapped itself around my heart
And squeezed it black and blue
So in search of a solution
I turned feeling into rhyme
And wrote for you a thousand words
Because you can’t be mine
Even though the strength of feeling
Maybe for Angels to compare
It’s clear the inspiration comes
From one for whom I care
And though I thought that by this method
I might put you back in place
I find I’ve just intensified
The feeling for your face

So now I’m finally standing here
Unsure quite what to do
With nothing I can give, My Love
Except my love for you.

Drip Drop Splash
Thought trickling in transit
descended from where,
from what?
To where? For what?
For good, bad or squat?
To follow or to watch,
To be pursued or forgot,
Intelligent or not
They fall into the eternal pool
Whats next?