Pessimistic trails,
A mosaic of failure on our backs.
Somehow the chaos formed a pattern,
Thinly veiled by time.

Point between,
Raging forward - endless.
Even so we are hidden inside this gift.
Show us the wonder of it,
Every moment passing
Negating into,
Traces.

For then,
Unacquainted strangers will
Tie together those soul-fed strands.
Unknown intimacy, love beyond love, shall
Remain a dream for us
Evermore...

It’s the depth of things that get me,
How minute the surface is,
yet we bathe in it.
Seldom they glance below,
But I remember being there,
Living each day beneath the choppy foam.
Finding peace from within,
Underneath every breath.

This season,
Aches my heart in pangs.
More than I am able to ignore them,
They ebb and grow like a heart beat.
The elegant rhythm,
Pulling me back.
To the place where I found myself,
where I see you,
And feel you see me.

It’s not the loneliness anymore,
It’s that piece of my soul I miss.
It’s the wonder of transparent minds,
Blending into a tapestry of angelic strokes.
Only we can see, touch, and feel.
The depths are calling from the silence,
As a traveler in the noise,
I long to go,

sigh

home.

Stark silence
Walked with me until,
I saw the entrance gaping
The back of a stare.
Motionless emotion,
I hesitate.
Swimming through the feeling,
I dared to descend.
The helplessness touched me,
So I carried her worry
To wash the guilt
For the nothing I did.

We all go,
A pace is rendered to satisfy the goal
Sacrifices offered in exchange
Prizes of wealth, security, and affirmation

We all question,
Scouring within the banter to overcome
Though crippling insecurities peek through
The answer to ourselves is sought in others

We all contend,
The fight to be imagined figures we create
Putting out the fires of failure and loss
Maybe one day, to be this emulated "self"

We all love,
Whether in words or action this reciprocates
To people, places, things, ideas, times-
Love deferred conceives bitterness and hate
Affect to that which will love you in return

Expect disappointment,
Hope for what’s best
We all live, in this beautiful mess

The sidewalk squares sure make life seem a game
As I watch the headlights filter through the trees
Walking on the dust of this week
Somehow, those upper room lights don't look the same

Nebulize
The twinkle in your eye
Passed galaxies beyond our blazing sun
Realize
The ball you walk upon
Is suspended in a sea of nothingness
But you still exist, nonetheless

Gaze into my windows
Infinitely vast and small
The universe crescendos
My soul singing along

Immobilized
Between the atoms and the stars
The awe inspiring grandeur of the span
Seems so nice
Beneath the Milky Way scar
Reminding me of who I am and how I'm just a man

As if it were, a breath of air
My life a grain of sand
Infinity made room for me
To have and hold your hand

Will you sing with me?
Our hearts a harmony
The aurora dances in the clouds
Colors of the entire world
Our souls spilling into sound

Moments undulate stamping this hue
Syncopated with rushes rolling
My step canters in giddy impromptu
‘Cause the bloom in my arm’s unfolding

Notice too much more and I’ll be
Much exposed, transparent at last
I turn to catch a breath from what I see
Belief escapes quickly from my grasp

But remembrance wakes my mind
Through the swell of violins
That you are for “the one” of mankind
Decided there before life could begin

Maybe’s, yes’s, no’s, I stopped caring
My heart speaks softly, lowly, singing
“You are the one, that I’ve longed for
You are the one, my love is yours”