Many are below poverty line
Money is above property line

In the dead black sky
I found you
Through the dark grey clouds
You shine through

Gracefully twinkling
That's what you do
Wishful thinking:
you whispered, "I love you."

waters of the spirit world meet the fast moving waves and crash in a melee of white foam throwing the fragile pebbles onto the beach
this is where I found you wandering aimless and sure in your steps
not yet prepared to leave your shore and join with the spirit world I returned to the sea to await your decision of when you would fling off the solidity that held you tight to the sands of mortal times.

Sickening whispers,
They churn the stomach....

The words we don’t say
Fall to the ground like dead leaves.
To be trampled and stepped on
Barely making a sound over the wind
Of the lies we whisper;
Too afraid of the truth beneath our feet.
And when storms begin to build,
Lifting the leaves to dance around us;
Those words crawling across our tongues
Fighting to be heard.
The rain of our tears beats them back down,
And the leaves fall flat, soggy, and drenched  
To the cold, hard ground.
Beaten into silence,
To be trampled and stepped on,
Without even a crunch.
Those words we don’t say
Remain on the ground like dead leaves,
A reminder
Of dying souls we meet on these streets.

I watched the moon divorce the stars, running
slipping away from the pinpricks of
Truth
floating aimlessly in human consciousness. My heart
ached
with sorrow, wishing I could re-pair the moon
to the heavens the way it was
Meant to be.
The disappearance of the lunar landscape from my
blurred vision, hazy with long days and aching feet,
left a hole between my ears
Just like the hole between the stars.
darkness demands to be seen, in its
unseeable
Shadowy force, pushing its way into veins full of
moonshine.

The distance between 
heaven & earth 
is that of 
heart & soul