madness and power
bound in gold
a wish for safety was made
they are too far gone to suffer
probably not what they meant.

I want to show you
the language of my hands
For they at times
can be more eloquent than I can
More subtle than my sometimes clumsy tongue
Less prone to stumble or misstep

Every touch can be a poem
Every word can be a song
The touch of your love unto mine
Create sounds too beautiful to shush

Our entangled souls mimic the body of
Two lost lovers found, breeding light inside our eyes
The whispering of love.

The beat of the drum, Matched by our hearts
bleeding passion between our lips
Memories have been taking me, Too the light from our Eclipse

Satisfy, The aches of emotion the waling of the soul
A body so perfect in my eyes, No substitute is own
Caress, Create, words as of yet unspoken,
Whispered droplets of emotion
Running down your nape

Relentless
Constant
Everlasting through the chorus of our love.

Beautiful in the Moment, My everlasting known as you.

Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one.
Feeling sleepy not knowing my name.
There it is; my favorite thing of all this
Ah, the feeling of pain is gone from before the new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to come home.
I open my eyes and see flashes of you and I from before you went.
You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.  
I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.
Blood running down.
I can hear you asking something.
But I can't make out the words.
You tell me its ok and we will get some help.

If William Owens caught sight
of the monstrous tugging at
the heart strings of the Chief
Theatric Officer Trump & the
so cheap & cynical little
throw-away line of "The
Bible teaches us ..."

& saying Owen was likely
happy in heaven because
the chamber "broke a record"
for the length of its ovation,

would he be happy to see
his death & his mother's
desperate suffering used
by a shallow vain opportunist
as backdrop to his coming
out as so presidential?

& whilst orchestrating grief
for the folks at home but then
"They lost Ryan" is thrown
out there because heaven
forbid Trump could take
any responsibility for this
soldiers death,

heaven forbid.

Spring colors glare
Their strong perfume everywhere
Then I sneeze

through the eyes of my lovers i see.
the happiness they once brought to me.
my heart beating black and blue.
cuz all i could do was think of you.
cuz all i could do was think of you.
cuz all i could do was think of you.

please answer me how. how. how.
i don't know what to do now.
how do i feel something you stole from me?
how do i fall in love again?
how do i fall in love again?
how do i fall in love again?

was it me who said i couldn't live without you.
was it you who said you wanted more to go through.
this is hardly what i deserve.
you being my mentor of love.
and me being the love lesson learned.

another's smile is warming my heart.
but the void left there cools quickly.
it longs to beat another's name.
my heart needs it.
my heart needs it.
my heart needs it.

you're long gone, but I'm still a prisoner
of a love that rides like a tidal wave.
destroying everything in its wake.
passion, please break free
passion, please break free
passion please.
break free.

i want...
you to understand, this is going to hurt.
i want...
me to accept that there is no other way.

was it me who said i couldn't live without you?
was it you who said you wanted more to go through?
and this is hardly what i deserve.
you being my mentor of love.
and me being the love lesson learned.

insecure
is why we do
what we do
that is why we are vulnerable

does anyone else
notice that there are no natives
around
close enough
on waking up
I bet you think this poem is about you
who knows the plants?
the trees?
who can speak to nature
and make agreements with it?
who signed the organic peace treaties?
organic contracts
who tried torturing ethnicities
into demanding to the death
they are in the state of whiteness?
You do not understand how lost
unsafe
vulnerable
insecure
until you call for help
out of desperation
echoing!
into nativeless derangement
you were wrong
about being able to control nature
and there is nothing you know
that is organic that can renegotiate
the organic peace treaty