The lighthouse stands firm
Guiding me to safe waters
Anchoring my heart.

Here we go again..
Don't know which is worst
The pain in my gut or the song in my breath

Will I always disappoint?
Much too old for these mistakes that I make over and over again.
When will I learn?
I need my Earth and shovel

you already know the world is ending,

so watch
as the sun
fragments into
holy red pieces:

it is the most beautiful thing.

(it is the last beautiful thing)

The rain has
Washed away
Some part of me
So even in sun
I drip.

Heavy weight on top of me
Icy
falling asleep
Eyes weak and droopy
Body in cement
Paralyzed
My spirit floating on top of my lifeless body,
Death is that you?
Why must you come and visit me but never take me to your home?
And yet you won’t let me leave
I want to let go but it seems you have me entranced by your numbness,
I want to be light as air,
Not heavy like a boulder.
I want my spirit back
Why did you take it away from me
Why did you take the vibrancy
Why did you take my eyes to see
Let me go or take me with you

I  pondered, even
though there are
millions of stars in the
Sky,
Why the sky is dark
at night?

I got the answer,
the jealous stars
eat each others light
and produce darkness!

Call this a Cosmic Jealousy?