Sleep gently, heart full of questions.
You’re not more than you are.
But you are enough.

I have mountains to share,
but I’m not yet kind enough to myself
to lay them off my shoulders.

A riddle to the feather of the feet,
below the dying of no winter wheat,
What love you experience today,
is in contrast to one suffering
A green leaf slips the brown lips,
of the intoxicated as she sleeps
Colors change as the concrete
ages from white to the grey,
Mock as a youngster's fleeting
movements to bones aging
cracks are the skin's scarring
and the flies in the jar dying
as you reminisce everything.

singing into the wind
breath taken away

a whispered 'love'
into the maelstrom

People don't hate each other
They're just
not like each other.

To wait five minutes
is long.
But a year of happiness
is short.

jaundiced optimism hangs in the air
a thick blanket with yellowed edges
the heavy scent of defeat most sure
lost desparado in full flight madness
dollar stash stashed in a blue airplane