the time is here,
when we think about the end
of the year             how things  have fallen
                                                        right into place
                                                             did everything
                                                                turn out your way?
                   or were you left in dismay
                   clothes in the hamper and
                   on the ground, in disarray.

It's foolish that I keep coming back to this place.
It's childish for me to continue living like this.
It's time I move on.

How does one depict silence?
What does silence sound like?
What is there left to listen to when everything stops?
Who Knows

I look to you and smile
You look back and our eyes meet

We don't say anything
We look away

What came before language?
What came before thought?
What came before expression?

What is language?
What is thought?
What is expression?

Art.

this feeling
will it last?

this feeling
it has to.

The warmth of a spring morn
all is well

we've been over for so long
but it still haunts me
rather, the idea of him

the best, most beautiful moments
linger in my heart.

holding one another
as we drift
to sleep

sharing our lives
good and bad

now i am
my own.

stronger

but i miss the company of a
lover

the touch of safe intimacy

walking through fire
hunger for knowledge
quest of curiosity

defining defiance,
endless comparisons,
I am good enough.

a meditation on fame
thoughtful respite

it's the quiet melodrama of power and abuse
or the destruction & demolition of personal boundaries

to exceed oneself and climb to the tallest mountain —
shout and scream the words of great fear.

leap from the peak and tumble down into crisp, white snow.
the sharp rocks serve me, brushing my skin like polished armor.

I draw my sword and fight 'till my dying breath.

I deny possession,
My Body is not to be contained
particularly by the likes of you.

Covet not the freedom I flourish within.
Covet your own existence, and leave me be.

Adieu.

I -

I am burying the hatchet in my mind, taking the hate in my heart and wrapping the wound tight. The pain is carefully placed in a cedar box where it is accompanied by crystals and incense.

I will put our pain in there and plant it into the earth to heal.It may take years or decades, but the seeds of our pain will become the roots and leaves of a new life. Let the sun fill each cell, photosynthesize our exhales into our next breath.

Let them grow into a forest of love.
Let them turn into a habitat or an ecosystem
Let our wounds heal with time and time alone

- II -

Soft skin of cocoa and shea butter, not a blemish nor battle scar
Smoothed over like pebbles in the sand, the broken shards of glass become jewels among the sediment and shells.

Waves come and they go.

The darkest wounds become soft and unnoticeable
I pray for the day when our pain could feed a hundred people

I yearn for laughs and hugs and kisses from those who we led astray
But for now we sit on the porch, just us, and light up for ourselves.
The smoke fills our lungs briefly anticipated by our exhale. The ash drops to the ground or swept by the wind, caressing our days away.

Waiting for our love to shine anew
One day our love will be brand new

- III -

Someday soon, maybe. Hopefully it's not too far away.

Refusal of tragedy
Wishing for levity
The weight of gravity
And the merry break of morning
Dew drops on springtime buds
we could be the brush and the forest
Bristle and ***, laughter and tears
Pain and ecstasy coincide the swirling cavity of my mind
Dreams show alternate planes, could this be real; simple and plain.

- IV -

A shooting star darts across the night sky
We all make separate wishes in our minds
We all have our own peace of mind