you will hear me when you play the smiths,
taste me when you throw back Jim Beam
you will feel me when you swim in the river,
see me when you close your eyes to sleep  

you will drink until you can’t stand,
aching for my love
and then you will remember what you did
left the baby layin in blood

carved into stone
like a greek goddess
that’s what he wishes me to be
beautiful, frozen, silent

one more kiss
one more night
I still love you
I still love you, right?

Love is for children
and romantics
But I have no time for
such antics
I hold the key to my
own heart
And to no man shall
I impart

you wanted perfection,
but I am only a woman
you wanted me to love you
when you knew that I couldn’t

I’m no longer your darling
because I refused a ring
I was your angel,
but you clipped my wings

I tried to show you
how big this world is to me
But your closed-minded heart
had not the eyes to see

I might’ve stayed
if I could do it again
But if it was meant to be,
it would’ve been

Your crystal blue eyes
haunt my dreams
Your heart’s my captor,
but I long to be free

What price I’d pay
to be loved by you
What doors I’d tear down
so you could walk through

What I wouldn’t give
to be in your arms,
Wrapped in your smile,
safe from harm

And how my tears fell
When you said you loved me
Because the best things
Aren’t meant to be

I recall the days
in the Mediterranean Sea
Of the oceans
I was the queen

My body was draped
in golden silk
I discovered the land
of honey and milk

Like a painting
decorated with jewels
I laid on the balcony
gazing into the blue

I floated away
on angel’s wings
Those were the days
when I was free

sunshine kisses my cheeks,
as the wind tousles my hair
flowers blossom around my feet,
and sweetness hangs in the air

the sparrow whistles a merry tune
the melody makes me whole
for my heart sings the song of the moon,
and music fills my soul

a baby bird
fallen from the nest
blood, like honey,
dripping from its breast

there it lays with broken wing
and muddied face
as a heart's broken
and a dream's unlaced

it may not fly yet,
and dirt-caked wounds
take time, but watch
it will rise up soon

why do we become a little less human
when we aren't like the other humans around us?

I am black
I am white
am I still
human despite

the color
of my skin?
is there still
a heart within?

if I am black
am I a queen?
do you owe
an apology?

if I am white
am I racist?
walking around
with social graces

or is worth determined
not by genes,
not by skin,
but something underneath?

Oh Keeper of the Night,
You are but a mystery
To one twilight smile upon us
and then the next not to be seen

Oh Mother of Light
to wane but never disappear
Giving us great comfort
Saying you are always there

Stars drip from your eyes
tears like crystals fall
even through your pain
you leave me here struck with awe

That through the sorrow
You give us a light
to dim while we sleep
to guide us through the night

Oh Lover of the dreamers
I long to bask in your rays
to calm my aching heart
to leave me in a daze

Oh your gentle curves
and sweet, pale complexion
Each crater and mount,
designed with perfection

Ages will pass
With different times and stories
but no matter the time or place
no man can escape your glory

air is growing thin
as I float off the ground
the dreamers finally awake
now nothing holds me down

wandering into space
passing the atmosphere
seems my perspective
is too cavalier

running out of oxygen,
breathing goes slow
my dewy eyes reflect the stars,
like a canvas of Van Gogh's

I hear vibrations
this is my castle past the sky
where no-one asks how,
and I never wonder why

my body grows numb
as I float past stars
through my veins,
flows my liquid heart

peace like a wave
rushes over me
laying on this cosmic foam
it gets hard to breathe

I shed a tear
and then another arose
soon I was surrounded with these crystals
as each drop froze

with no gravity,
my walls collapsed
loosing all feeling,
I couldn't react

a syrupy smile spread
across my softened face
so do not be concerned
if you see a girl floating in space

a flower
u n b l o s s o m e d
a lover
f o r g o t t e n
a mirror
s h a t t e r e d
a heart
b a t t e r e d
as are these, beauty
b l u n t e d
as I am, one
u n w a n t e d

fear,
but a string

the strand drawn from the
depths of our souls,
composed of insecurity,
fragility,
anguish

it was the string from which I hung

One night the moon whispered her secrets
into the breeze,
who carried it in a song
to blow though the trees

There it settled
with it's consonants and vowels
Then away flew the moon's words
on the wings of an owl

Her voice traveled a great distance
till the little bird reached light
There through the window
was a writer in the night

So out perched the bird,
words whoo-ed into the silence
to be picked up by a candle's flame,
to reach the writer's iris

It was then in the dark
that the ink flowed onto a page
It was then in the dark
that the author's mind blazed

Times goes by
and we read these words, finely tuned
from the writer in the dark,
the messenger for the moon

Waking up before dawn
The air seems to be made of
g l a s s
Satin curtains hang from a window,
Wind seeping in through the
c r a c k
Memories stick like honey
Resonating in my head, a
d r e a m
Wondering what might've become of those things,
As I lay there half
a s l e e p
But the world seemed so different
Dull things were changed to
a r t
So I concluded, it is quite an odd feeling
To wake up with a stranger's
h e a r t

ineffable sorrow
in the grey skies
staring at love letters
stained with cherry wine

on the window sill
lies the white rose
a love not to last
on the floor, her clothes

clandestine tears
of a hopeless romantic
her naive heart
so easily enchanted

she's a liability
that none can take on
limerence fades
the light in his eyes, gone

failed expectations;
for she lives in a dream
holding on
to promises of serendipity

addicted to euphoria
to dilute her pain
watching tears fall
down the shower drain

nothing left now
so another drink she pours
then into a cab
only to be broken once more