Sol and the sun
Blazing chariot shines benevolent rays
Radiant crown, a Halo
Sunburnt skin crackling
It feels nice

Who am I in the eyes of most people;
A flower, something more dour?
In my eyes you are a flower.
You've always been a flower,
maybe a sunset?
my sunflower.

Quad faded
whisky and ***
Light a cigarette
having fun

I wrote a poem for you
Goodmorning sunrise blues
feeling today?
I'd rather not

sitting here silently
i just got home.
it doesn't feel like home

buttermilk pancakes and chocolate chips
you're my chocolate milk; im your bitter sweet coffee

swimming pool pictures
hot tub to swimming pool Jitters

sitting here silently,
wishing i were home.

cold pizza to tongue
gold fish and late night tv fun

sitting here silently
missing home

I don't know what art is
Need to find where my muse lives
Internally
See what the lotus sees

-Sitting in empty places
Tempus fugit ad infinitum
Galactic seas beaming on starlight yet seem empty
Everything seems empty
Inwardly directed infinitely
Empty space is-

Eye lids see pupils centered iris rings
wondering where the iris be
plant with sword-shaped leaves
A cloud nymph goes unseen
Iris forming rainbow seas
Purple planted petals beam
Iris reflected sorrows weep

To postulate
Species can not isolate
conundrum that predicates
Yearning to be alone
Veiled, to atone
To be far-flung
words being sung

You are
Raspberry when you are audacious
lavender cotton candy and rose when you are
sweet
sunshine cornsilk daffodils and cream when
you are happy
Sage seagrass and ivory when you are at peace
You are unique

Locked behind rusted armor
Dangling from a treadbare string
Lamps light diminishing

Cultural enclaves
Multi granular igneous rock
Heat and compression
Lava pools surrounding mineral stones
Granite
The development of will in its distinction
It is strong
It is powerful

Beastly manner
Hopelessly lost
She cuts off her legs to be like him
replaced with goat limbs

Dreams of ecstasy
Saturated images flow by in still frame
Tunnel visioned in a kaleidoscope cave
Titillated brain stimulated in loops of silky velvet touch
Iridescent skin
It glitters closely but seems so distance
Is it her face?
It's featureless
unequivocally so, but then what's the definition
She's all color
Stomach, hips, the groves
Cut deep blood red purple and blues
Everything is exploding
Cascades of color rain down in gas clouds

Physically degraded
Emotionally stagnated
Cratered skin
****** works her magic again
Schizophrenic mind
Bipolar disposition
Why did this have to happen
It wasn't her intention

A temporal anomaly
Existing in a superposition
Your sound echoes in my ear
Wave like particles collide whenever you are near
Quantumly entangled
Exposing my thoughts faster than a photon of light
You glow more so than electrons energized starbrights

Prometheus
Meaning forethought
Champion of human intellect
eternally tormented

Civilization
fire and clay formations
Cultural Titan
Eternally tormented

Forethought
Ravens pluck out his eyes
Locked cage abided by time
Eternally tormented

Atlas
Endurance and strength
Holder of the skies
Eternally tormented

Endurance and strength
Skilled in math philosophy and astronomy
Hard enduring
Eternally tormented

Two
Eternally tormented

Meandered path
He finds me again
Love's course maneuvers untouched by will or whim
yet he finds me again
My loves unbounded,
Without limits
Perplexed and bewildered
But I'm gateful

Can this be my candy kingdom?
Solipistic modifier
Confectionery sweets make my teeth feebler
Weaker
the confines of my mind let me linger

Why can't I stop Abstracting
Is that a bad thing?
What is real and what isn't
Catch me navel-gazing

introspective nonsense
ruminating.
Can it be illuminating?
My mind feels fuzzy

I'll tell you one thing
...
Could this be my candy kingdom?
pondering.

/Sam/
I miss you
      1. Long car rides to the same places,
           conversations about things you don't
           understand; the way you feel when I
           grip your inner thigh, the way I feel
           when you run your hands through my
           hair.

espresso beans as bitter as they may be,
linger on my lips much like the taste of her raspberry.
im reading with a bookmark she made me
i want to go away. to a sea of sunrises maybe.