As time began to sail across the distance
between the legitimacy of sea-faring tales
and their land-woven origins,
our fingertips became acquinted in the same fluid lucidity
that the soles under our feet interpreted into syncopated steps

Our words melliflously met above the undertones of
cityscape circuit-boards,
embellishing the space between the notes
of our independence
and the harmonies
of our togetherness


She is neither the sea nor the wind, for both are masters of their own trade;
indifferent to the collisions of an unmapped expedition

She is,
as is freedom,
the sail under which the destinations of her vessel
rely solely on the unpredictability
of the collision itself

My eyes
long to bleed
the pigment nostalgia of
ink-blot images

this over-exposure
of apeture awareness
develops beyond the
thought-corridors of blackrooms

before absorbing your sepia solitude,
remember that filtered lenses
cannot distinguish the difference
between memories and mementos

Self-Promotion
Shamefully accents each line
of scattered HelloPoetry

Follow me
Like my words
give me significance

We are all children
ignoring ourselves enough
to hide the smiles we form
from the positive-reinforcement
of another desperately embelished
first-world sob story

kicking and screaming
flourishing melodies of sameness
over commonplace chord progressions

**** me for humming along
******* for harmonizing

When life
becomes a vagrant
and death
an unsung train
there you will find me
oozing notes into night's horn
moon-beams drenched
with midnight's blues

rattle, ripple, shake
distorted city light
dancing barefoot
on crescent waves

I ponder,
        wander,
                    wait.

to reflect
upon reflections
- as the moon,
in her wistful way,
seeps sonatas
of wayward days

and in the distant dissonance
of constant consonance

She, too,
waits.

Your mind
is a temple

Sweep its steps,
polish its floors

But
     Never
gauk at your neighbor
for the tidy mind
You've wasted
on cleaning theirs

She fabricates variance in the same picturesque sky
Mauling two birds with one stone-cold, self-sustaining lie

If happiness blots itself upon perspective,
then I was merely one musing of a momentarily hung canvas
dangling dull under the noose of your
cautiously composed independence

            -

"Independence"
                   she doth protest

While in dependence,
                   she doth ingest

She flees towards East evermore, infatuated under the intoxication of dissimilar skies, ceasing to remember that all worlds eventually become spherical.

We, abreast, left the nest;
I, digress, detest the West.