I’m not scared to bite the darkness
Layers upon layers, this kind of magic
Your voice breathes thin in the night,
While i try not to hold mine
How’d i miss the package that wanted to be opened, as it flew in
It happens to be in my bedroom
It’s shared its dancing floor and been pictured to places beneath her walls
Drawn in the doorframe that bares light
Laid in the clothing, beneath what her skin has worn tight
I already delivered what was soon not hidden anymore
It’s this gift that is worth giving, beneath the mess and thrill of it all
Wanting to be treated, relaxed and felt needed
Open minds seated in galaxies where body and polar souls meet at
Aiming creatively, with the willingness one takes
To defy all space, with the limits of a bond made

painted my face again

like i powdered yours,

coty alabaster.



made you white

and sickly.



sweety child.



i took the face again,

painted it white

and full

with the ghost of a tear.

a drop that welled

red

and fell.

I apologize to those who were wrongly laid to rest,
To any graves where blood is still wet.
I respect those who survived,
Even in the face of adversity.

A flag billows
gently

in a warm breeze
as a jet

silently makes it's way
across a blue sky

graying
at the edges of perception

God answers the prayers
I don’t remember praying.
My prayers are just stepping
stones to a better reality.
If I die this year I’d feel that
way about my last prayer.
My bitterness will stop injecting
itself into my fantasies.
My butterflies grow obese
because of the magic.
I’ll keep trying to grow
past all of this tragic.
I’ll stop living everyday as if
it’s  already the future.
It makes my Time Machine
into a ready guillotine.
My depression and happiness
hug for the first time.
They have not been intimate
long enough it seems.