Charging through
the open mind
where we find
the clos-ed heart
touching fragments
is where we start.

Answers lost in open books.
Lovers lost.
Are they crooks?

Chasing passions
though the air
from the ground
they've sprouted bare.
We paint them with our tongues alive
and wonder why they quietly thrive.
When we lose them,
we go numb
found not even
by opposable thumb.

Changing clothes:
easy enough.
When "we" claim change
they call our bluff.
To change we must not be the same.
Not impossible
if we act right to blame.
Responsibility must be the wires,
that guide us though,
what negatively transpires.

These fragments
and many more.
Blows to come there are in store,
but swept are shards
of broken life
a better person to become
forgiven strife.

Cast away into higher hands,
thrown away the world's demands.
It's true what they say,
you sow what you reap,
but in this story,
there's blissful sleep.

Torrents of vapor ridden wind, snatched at her hair.

Below, rattled the rapid, riotous and vast, rippling sea.

Churning, like a chewing, charming serpent's lair.

Once long ago I knew her; with time she left me be.


On the edge she was, with will to leap t'wards the horizons.

The brittle cliff would not give way, for even it was curious.

Dare say all of nature reacted for the most prurient reasons.

Even the sky descended to watch, with a lightning so furious.


She beheld no fear and the sky wept with thunderous applause.

Her bare marble-like features glistened in the gleaning of the gloom.

Why she stood there, triumphantly, tempting, terror, for what cause?

It will never be known, for she never was, in a time before this doom.


The earth shook like the hands of a beleaguered, berated old man.

It erected monoliths. Volcanoes, pluming molten magma skyward.

The red glow brought heat; earth thought to please her, or so was its plan.

The elements wrestled for the better view of that beauty stalwart.


Never had a sight been so majestically violent, so mightily tame.

Where she stood, should and would forever more be a sacred place.

The tempest of the elements raged on, though none would win the game.

A silence, softly, settled the rambunctiousness, and halted their race.


The skies parted with a sad and lowly somberness.

Every elated, embittered, element safely put to rest.

As the sun swept aside all their postulated, pettiness.

Rays of the sun showered her with bright white zest.


The lady, she moved with unfathomable grace.

She tilted her perfect head up to the skies.

With the slightest of a smile shook her face.

Like all before, she left them there surprised... and forever, there she stood.

Vacuous vessel...
My happiness won't fill me...
Of course, yours will do.

Body of shame.
It haunts in tatters.
All this grief smites all that matters,
'til there's no one left to blame.

It has the fading scars
of good ol' times
plastered
like flaking paint:
Tattoos of radiant beach sunsets;
forgotten "beneath" a shore
of its memories
like an ordinary pebble
under a mountain of stones.

Ethereal grasp
never touching a thing,
yet finding itself
touched
by desire.

Where goes the time?
Past yet to come.
It has broken scales that balance wine,
yet it's sober to passion's drum.

When does,
the cobra strike?
When it deigns so?
No...
The cobra strikes when you...
Flee!

Parade before it.
Drink your fill,
and a little more...
Be merry,
that it knows its greatest weapon,
is laughing stock.

I love this woman, I can't let her go.
Confession of love? I won't let her know.
I stop cupid in his tracks: catch arrow.
To make it all last I'll start real, real slow.

I leave hints of my name for her to see.
Her flowers tasted by my honey bee.
Whatever she creates I proselytize.
Billion degrees in my campfire eyes.
She is that sun to my bright dream night cries.

I'm lost in her affection though I've none.
I can imagine, her kisses are fun.
My glorious wishes won't be undone.
She is that mile target and I'm the gun.
When she says yes, I'll tell everyone!

A carefully crafted letter to her...
Sent back stamped denied, my vision's a blur.
I planned this so well, but not this failure.
This is a crime! Someone stop her! Jail her!
Sicker as days pass, my skin is paler.
I, noble warrior; she, impaler.

I've been a patriot in her nation,
She was supposed to be my savior.
**** this emotional constipation,
I should have just approached her earlier.
I suppose I'll try again... when I can.
Cupid readies his bow: another girl.
I halt his trigger finger... first, I plan.

Our hero, obsessing over opportunity: *"stuck in a loop"
Made certain his failure would return; luck into ****.
Squandered opportunity we all know,
But it is failure we line out in a row.
This is why he's the hero, he never gives up,
But he never amounts to anything...
urrghh! I'm gonna throw up.

A wondrous identity we have,
a careless fruition of passion,
a seamless suit of seduction:
we wear it when we go out.
Of all our enemies,
hate loves us the most,
Because everyone's jealous...
Their eyes tear us apart.
But,
our love fuses us,
like elements.
People have dreams
of perfection...
they're dreaming of us:
of her hair over my head,
like a curtain,
hiding sunbursting kisses,
that would blind them
if seen.
Her back arching,
cascading,
beads of sweat like,
a waterfall of pearls,
off a diamond cliff.
Yes, they dream of us,
and now,
so do you.