Breath comes
Slow
and
Harsh
Through a filter of
Tar and
age
Comes faster, unbidden unbound un
invited
I stood, days of old and told myself
I
was. done.
Breathing, tar.
I guess
Tar, still holds an ember
In, my, chest.

Somehow
Stuck preaching from a throne of steel and
Spokes and wheels
Bound to machinery and cogs and breathwork apparatuses to assist in feeling chemicals fill your lungs You
showed me how to Walk
silent and
Listen
To the Woods
Trees
Two- and four-legged beasts of earth and Sky and
I
am made aware
In context of discrepancy and disconnect connect ed
How painfully
Truthfully and all-encompassing in harsh unforgiving reality
I
am
Dirt, and, soil, and peace, and, turmoil

Campsite fire
Newly lit
Burn with reckless abandon
Heavy breaths, to a bonfires blaze
Logs kissed and caressed by fire
Snap
And ache for more
More to taste, more to fuel
Ever striving for brighter peaks
Can barely catch my breath
Faintly now, content embers burn
Pop and crackle like merry minds at ease
At peace
Always thought the bonfires blaze
To be unmatched
In warmth and comfort
Now though, I seem to find
Equal exaltation, in infernos of a different kind
Trusting in the ebb and flow
Searing bright to homely glow
As by embers unwavering life and heat
My hands find yours
And remain complete

I'd rather fight with you for a lifetime
than spend it without the option to

Cylindrical steel take me
         higher than I'll ever soar
                                              Except maybe
                                after the frantic sprint of rubber hooves has stopped
                                                   and I smile into your embrace
                                                                                            once more

Sunrise
I've barely slept
My hours are too short and too few
and I have better things to do
Like sit
and watch my sunrise
come dancing tipsy through the door at 05:36
in all her morning splendour, sending smiling sunshafts in amongst the leaves of peacefully sleeping lilies
Laughter sparkling over the surface of a glass of water,
she settles snug and warm against my chest
Colouring now a hint of dusk and clouds
followed now by slightly furrowed rainy brows
Still her warmth seeps further in
and she holds me tight
flame flickers, and a deep breath
preparing
to tell me of the coming night

My steps have gotten lighter
unaccustomed to hardwood floors
It's not that I'm afraid,
don't want to make a noise
Rather, my heels can't seem to settle
and I always feel like dancing
now that I'm finally
always
just a few steps and through a door
from kissing you

I don't like it
but it's not for me to say
how best to deal
with internal silent
deafening mockery
still, I wish I could do more
than simply comply
when trough cracking dams and swelling waves
you ask
to be left Alone