Storms still fly inside,
Dark nights haunt
Alight only in
October's looming moon.
Promises, expectations
Longings -
Long ago
The lies
Became my lives
Made real
By masks worn to hide
The holes left behind
What should have been.
Buoyed in desperate, pathetic
Hopes that some ethereal strand
Still exists to connect
Like timeless stars we see at night
Can forever link
One to a lover
Despite distance.
If you'd just look up,
See what I see, too
We could be one
Again, then.

Power
i brandish it so beautifully
just as a name was bestowed upon by birth
this power was given to me by
my powerful grasp over this simple language

twisting definitions
into the churning souls
of my innermost thoughts
to unleash a potpourri of imagery
meant to dazzle and fluster ones mind

like water from a faucet
new uses for common words
run from my mind...
to my pen... to my paper
at a rate considered impossible

for even a supercomputer
can't comprehend things
at the rate
by which i create tem

my careening mind frame
caught in an updraft of simplistic thought
adapted and integrated
the simplicity of your worlds...
to create the complexity of mine!!