Guilt is a gusty gale from within.
A soul is but a sailor
Who can’t sail away from sin.

I no longer dream.
Silent sleep and silent thoughts,
No more background noise.

Loneliness came to greet me again last night.
We spoke for a while, reminiscing of long gone delights.
Loneliness stayed for breakfast the other day.
We dined in silence, at some point you run out of words to say.

My nightmare is
Waking up to find myself
Lost in a lifestyle
I didn’t dream for myself.

A bustling busy beach town, where all the ends meet,
That was where you met her, walking down the street.
Just here for a friend, that’s what she told you,
Her smile was going to say far more than she was first willing to.
All those pretty words, you so meticulously rehearsed,
Dried up in an instant, your flirt game died of thirst.
Her name was just a whisper, but it flooded your eardrums,
You drowned in a wave of nausea, swallowed your own tongue.
You never could admit, if you fell at the first sight,
Or if that wave of attraction, rose and crashed down like a tide.
All your voices of reason, found themselves lost at sea,
A boundless sweeping ocean, there’s so many possibilities.
But before you go and panic, just realize what you found,
She’ll teach you how to swim, and you’ll never miss the ground.

It’s funny how, we rush and squirm
To fill our days up to the brim
Filling this coffee cup, that never ends
I’d swear it off for good if it only meant
That I could stomach the days gone by,
A slow ticking clock makes we want to cry.
And it’s funny, how the day’s gone fast
My coffee cups can never seem to last
Long enough to keep me occupied
From noticing how much time is in supply.

Snow capped peaks impede the river’s watery flow.
But come next spring, the birds will sing a joyous note.
All those moments that torment us, the ones that chill us now
Shall unfreeze, thawing more than memories we drowned.
When the waters of acceptance run through valleys unbridled,
We shall remember our seasons of struggle with melancholy smiles.

Oh, the tragedy.
Heart Shaped boxes remain locked.
Keys held by strangers.

I would smile with honest glee
If I could watch the froth of the sea
For the rest of my life,
Leaving behind all folly and strife.

It is true, I have no doubt—
Among the waves there is a route
For every man, woman, and child
The key to happiness unbridled.

I know it’s been some time since last we spoke,
I’m serious this time, I promise it isn’t a joke.
Lord, know that I am lost once more.
I’m embarrassed, but, your forgiveness I implore.
For with each prayer I think you’ll find
That my faith in you only seems to decline.

What is true beauty?
Your wide, one of a kind smile,
My definition.

You’re back where you started.
It’s sort of poetic, wouldn’t you agree?
Life goes in circles,
That’s just the tale of you and me.

These feelings are temporary;
Current hopes and aspirations are fleeting,
How will you reinvent yourself next year?
Which version of you will I be meeting?

I have grown so tired of this game,
Hopefully you do not mind.
Reject this path of samsāra,
For I am certain you shall find

Relief as you release
And allow yourself to cry.
You keep saying it’s different now,
But do you really believe that lie?

I took off my mask for you,
You left yours on.
I called you a fake friend,
You said I was wrong.

I saw you in the library,
You didn’t look me in the eye.
I look in the mirror now, thinking
You were right, and I’m living the lie.

Will I find what I’m looking for as I cruise these empty streets?
Or will disappointment once again fill my empty passenger seats?
How fast can I go before I find myself slipping?
The past behind, speeding ahead, the feeling is so gripping.

Horrendous trick’ry, iron-breasted scorn!
Abandoned here, alone in brush, stay still!
Poseidon's beard! I so do blush, rage-filled!
Perhaps they jest? Return allies, lest fear
Yank all my hope; Retire dark thoughts, lope far!

There are no signs of my friends,
Hollow creaks and humid cracks
Are the only companions here.
Now, fear finds me, alone.
Knowing my weakness, it circles,
Showing signs of vicious hunger,
Gnawing fangs in every root,
Impossible claws draped over branches
Veering out at me with blood-lust.
In the darkness, eyes peer out,
No two alike in color or size.
Gone are the merriment and novelty.



Hecate astral, hallowed goddess, regal
An’mate Queen, deliver me from evil.
Press away the ne’er-do-wells that “cower”;
Pagans shrivel, fearful of your power.
You who mandates dark skies, I sing forthwith.

The blackbird perches high, alone in its tree.
Home is always a heavenly place to be.
A bitter gale might carry a bird far,
No worries, within its chest is a little heart
Knowing the way back to awaiting friends;
Soon they will sing aloud and make amends.
Gleeful gathering of chirps and quacks,
Isn’t it swell to now be back?
Very merry indeed, but the cuckoo interrupts,
If you truly loved us, why did you leave so abrupt?
None reply, for they all know better,
Giving him an answer encourages his rude behavior.



Hath heaven no home for so daft a twit?
***-king, I am; for what love is there save
Pathetic lust that will act quite legit?
Pretended passions don’t befit the brave.
Yet, many doth prefer this “love” in life...

The name of love, when spoken sweet,
Hath no rival, that could ever compete.
And when it’s spoken, in loud, brash tone,
Now its glories are all but gone.
Know this friend, when you are forsaken,
Speak the true name of love, and yours shall reawaken.
Go forth and find that name,
Ignite passions, fan the flames
Venus has imbued within your breast.
Ignore the vexations of jealous pests.
No love may match the one you choose.
Gallant lovers love their own truths.

Blue-bellied lizards scamper beneath trees,
Beneath dandelion and mahogany colored leaves.
Red robins soar above fluff-filled clouds,
Above legions of scarf-wearing, pumpkin carving crowds.
Translucent winds carry the scent of autumn. Carrying the seeds of next spring’s blossoms.
Soon after the tidings of winter shall arrive,
Soon shall the snowmen and pine trees come alive.
White flakes of yuletide joy will leave no spot uncolored,
Hugs and kisses: shared among friends, family, and lovers.
The bells of kindness will ring across this winter wonderland--
Love for all people of all races; mercy to the innocent and ******.
All this would be a nice change for the rains of my mind;
It's been three years, but I have yet to again see the sun shine.

What are words for?
When I try to talk
You shut a door
On my honesty.
You frown and gawk
And it’s a cruelty
For you to let me think  
I could ever get a word in.
I should really get a shrink
Because when I open my mouth
Yours beats me to the punch
And you always leave me without
Saying what I wanted to say
You should try it for once
It’s overwhelming to live this way.

I spent so much time
Trying to learn your language.
You weren’t the first,
But you are the last.
Self confidence has taught me
All the vocabulary I could ever need
To learn my own language.

I chose this, but what if I didn’t?
Two paths diverging, a whole labyrinth
Of ideas, of choices, my life
Might have been halved by the knife
Of my own choices, of my own doubts.
A quantum phenomena occurring throughout
My day to day, second to second routine,
Who do I choose to be when no one’s looking?

I toil away
And day by day
The harder I try
The slower time goes by.
The days get longer and longer,
Should I stop trying harder and harder?
At this rate I will be old with advice to tell
My young children: “Slow down, enjoy yourself!”

Why can’t I stop myself?
This addiction I can’t fight—
I’m in darkness, I need your light
Even though this fire burns me,
Putting salt in these old wounds
Is like taking a rusty harpoon
Right through my right knee.

Why can’t I stop myself?
I said I’d quit, was my mantra was a lie?
A false truth said one too many times?
Or was it honesty, an introspective truth?
Temporary like the morning dew,
As fleeting as the sunset’s hue?
I couldn’t keep away, not from you.

There was a young man who was shy.
His friends never did know exactly why
He could write like a fool,
But he spoke like a tool.
That melancholy boy makes me cry.

The chilled waters ease my mind.
A midnight feathered friend perches near the pool.
In this silence, my reflection seems to find
The same passion for life as this fluttering feathery jewel.

A visionary, with ambition fleeting,
staring off in space, entreating--
over whether this bleak and quite melancholy
winding path will end his mortal folly.
Perhaps it will set this pilgrim unto a great excursion,
into an elaborate and eloquent immersion,
down and through a set direction,
leading to his desired exaltation.
But, alas, his great potential remains shrouded;
a colossal shadow indeed clouds it--
Hauntingly floats a ghastly specter,
a barren image of a former mentor.
He was swiftly carried by Thanatos,
the boy left in catatonic comatose.

A plague beset upon his mind,
the young pilgrim doth find,
when veering through the innards of said specter,
there was present, some unknown vector:
guilt, no, regret perhaps?
What prevents him to elapse
the memory of a loved one now gone?
Why does the sunrise not bring about a sunny dawn?