a twig
into a fruitful oak tree –
that’s what passion’s done
for me

Passion turns
a lonely flute’s crescendo
into a rocking house concerto

Without passion
the sun would be fatally jaundice
our dreams would be beyond us

the world would be flat
it’s opening a slat
gusto is a must, though I’ve seen

some chaps with their heads down
in their lap looking so discord
because they are bored –

their face and emotion are ashen
what they lack is passion

you’re the sun and i’m the moon;
i can’t glow without you.

the wind swirled around us in circles,
and the orange leaves fell around us,
a soft tornado of orange dismay,
and everyone around us fades,
it’s just you in my embrace,
diamond tears falling,
ticking time bomb,

there’s nothing worse than knowing how it all ends.

A single crab escapes the ***
Where several would be doomed;
The fate of one becomes the lot -
Boiled and consumed.
They tug and tear each other down
Dividing limb from limb
As each attempt to scramble out
Will pull another in.
But humans are a clever lot
(Though some, we may have doubts)
For when we fall into the ***
We help each other out.

Spineless as a decapod;
The ones who got ahead,
When scrambling up the ladder, trod
Upon another’s head.

Waking up to nothing
But there was once something
You can feel it
It was there and now it's not
What was it you wonder
As the dark pulls you under
What did I miss
And what did I lose
That made my heart bruise
You wander in and out
Of yourself and other things
And you don’t know
Where exactly to go
You had a purpose
you know that for sure
But why suddenly
Is it there no more
Someone grabbed you
And pulled you apart
And now you’re left
With a broken heart

even the darkest minds can drip gold;
pink roses can bloom behind ****** chain link fences,
as leaves can stay orange as they float in puddles reflecting gray.

there’s always stars in the dark.

it’s pretty up on the eleventh floor
the better to fling myself from
and if they ask
just say I was trying to fly away
it’s a long way down from rock bottom

perhaps the most complex feeling
is feeling everything at once
the sympathy of a lover
the cold from a friend
everything shattering at once
residue of a rainfall

pain flares
and the cold blooms
the heat of freezing
the coldness of mistakes
everything finally stood still
residue of a rainfall

the soft pitter patter pulling me through the night