If I give to you
what you've
given to me.
Then we
would be
millenniums
swallowed
in eternity.

To live forever
is nothing more
than a curse.
and to live forever
without you
would be
so much worse.

The musician and the poet
such a cliched pairing
in love with brutal love
our melancholy muses
chasing shadowed souls
into the brightest of light.

She was far away
In some distant land
In her head
One only she had the
Endurance to navigate
I am an artist of geography.
She would tell me
On the days
She was deeper in
The jungle of her mind
Than she usually was

But I wanted to save her
So I sent out
A search team
To find someone
Who was not really lost
Either way nobody
Could find
This girl.

One day
Years later
There was a knock
On my door
I still have not
Reached the pacific,
I am trying
To find the limits
Of this land
In my head
But I have yet
To find the coast.
I am trying
To make a map
Of my mind
And when I do
I will paint you a copy.

But you are limitless
I wanted to tell her
no map could encompass
the capacity of sheer beauty
that your mind is
But instead
I watched
And I let
Her walk back
Into the jungle

Love* isn't about how long you've been together
It isn't about good things you had
Love is when you put your faith & trust
No insecurities that shallow
No doubts to be anxious
No flaws to be corrected
but rather flaws to be accepted
There's no right & wrong for love
It may be a childish wish
but fairy tales do come true
expect reality comes over it.
You could tell LOVE for no reason
but love is about
reasons to feel,
reasons to forgive & forget,
reasons to give and take,
and most of all
Love is about reasons to *happen.

they
say when
it rains, it pours
yet these streets look
pretty dry to me. is this a
mask? or is this really me i see?

words swim, now
like minnows,
against a tide.

sleep beckons, now
like warm autumn leaves,
with a clover scented  breeze.

dreams invite me, now
the thought,of soft cotton
pillows, excites me now.

now i have, a need to be,
sombulant and snoring,
no longer poring and
pining
over,
so many  poetry lines,
so many poetic thoughts,
so  exquisitely fine.

now i must, allow,
the words to recede.
and succumb to the body's need.

so to bed i must, now.

for tomorrow,
again i read,
diversity in talent

but the same,
in overall breed.

g'nite poets
and thank you,
for narrating
the wonder of
my dreams.