The new dawn is
callin my name
The tides are shifting
rollin away
, and letting me free
the karmic ties are
cutting loose
the universal lucidity
is shinin through

Drenched in dirt
and kerosene ,
I'm becoming

Drowning in
erratic waves
and deep breathes,
as I reach the
tides at sun down,
I'm becoming

Climbing the peaks,
riding the waves,
answering the
call,
searching
in the void,
I'm becoming

Desolation. Winding Roads.
Last winter’s sadness
Has reverberated back around.
A heavenly melody, a dark sound.

You never stay long enough
For me to finish a poem. You never create
A space for me to call home.
Never a place to call my own.

Desolation.
Abandoned homes.
Old haunts. hometown bars.
Last years christmas lights strung on
a wooden fence.

Desolation. Winding roads.

All I wanted
was a place to call home.

Any road could take you there
you and I,
the 405,
the sunshine of our rain
the storm of our own disaster
the never ending paths
the electric blue skies
the prophetic visions
you and I,
the 405
the clouds are high
Any road could take you there
you and I,
take the ride

An epiphany -
cool & blue.

nothing on the other
side of town tonight.

Christmas lights made
me feel lonely last Tuesday.

you seem vast -
& there's nothing beneath it, like
looking for gold in an abandoned sea.
You- more
of an abyss of nothingness.

An epiphany last tuesday
nothing on the other side of town
your eyes
vacant

My elusive baby
is famous in my mind
he ain't too easy to find
maybe around the bend
where sun do shine
& love is free- boundless
yet divine
you can find him
writing his lines,
biding my time
& bending the mind

Bridging the gap, opening the door
between what isn't known
nor said,
but purely felt
in the heart of hearts
sepia tones & enriched shades
of bronze & gold
speak the truth louder
than the quivering lip
could ever grasp
for when the ears are open
the mouth is closed
& when the eyes are closed
the mind
is open

You held a field of dreams
By the bedside lamp
To galvanize these nights
Tucked away in a wooden drawer

There are some whom never
Held a twinkle in their eyes
Whom never gazed to heaven
Wondering why

We belong to a different
Sort of sky, a two toned
Sky, with darkness
And vast light

Fields and endless
Dreams tonight
Let’s gaze beyond to wonder
Why, musings of the other side

Fields of dreams outline
Tonight as we wander
With heaven nigh

There's a violence
amidst the white noise
Open sky
white, vast, and daunting
My eyes are shut and I can no longer
feel your presence

There is a loss of god
in my soul, and an empty
void which only expands
the more I fill
it

The nights melt into
the days like candle wax
and I'm dripping, dripping, dripping
melting, I am melting

Violence amidst the silence
as I seek the long, winded road
leading nowhere in particular

As the cotton candy skies
Turn from lilac and pink
to dark blue
My heart beats for you

As the flames in the dusk
spark ; ignite
and turn red to blue
My heart beats for you

The darkness
Settles in,
seeps
Into the room
By five pm,

My mind is bent,
The time is bent.

Clocks set an hour
Ahead,
My kettle whistles
The tea
Is steaming
Evaporating
What was never
There,
What could
Never stay,

My mind is reeling,
The tv is loud,
His pale hands
Touch my skin,
Cold to the bones.

I miss the sunlight,
and the
Trees.

I long to go home,
my
eyes
are forlorn.

The ocean breeze
no longer
carries
my worries
away
I want to be
there
here
I will stay

Lovely hours
not ahead
Chaotic
Mind full
of
dread

Clouds looming
Darkness has emerged
now comes the hour
of the purge

Purge my worries,
purge my sorrows
Empty mind
can you fill these hollows
Inspiration fleets
from my palms
I tried to grasp it
but it can't stay long

Mornings like these,
when the sun don't rise
and the gloom peaks through my window pane
when the flowers don't bloom
and the rain is near,
I feel it all at once,
or nothing at all,
but there's never any
in between

Violet streaks, summer eyes
In the midnight blue
a vision of our demise
Decaf coffee
summer sun
fading away
& on the run

Tip toed to
reach his liquor
shelf
I was ultra low
he was ultra high,
violet blue
midnight sky

The darkness still resides,
and I visit it from time to time
but I no longer live there,
so address your letters
elsewhere

I cry my cherry red blush ,
Blue mascara away,
I beg the man with black eyes
And a black heart to stay
I feel my body sway,
I sway & I sway, I sway
into the dream state where
I know nothing gold can stay,
But I still cry my cherry red lipstick
Away
And I still sway, and sway
And sway

it's dark by 5 pm
my kettle whistles
the tea is steaming
evaporating what was
never there
my mind is reeling
the tv is loud,
his pale hands are
touching my skin
cold to the bones,
I miss the sunlight,
and the trees
I long to go home
his eyes are forlorn

I warn the lost soul
On the desolate road-
For he musnt follow
The muse.

I speak ***** syllables
Of truth- for the muse
Wanders lost, seeks
Yet is never sought.

The muse is a femme fatale
An alluring temptress
Of the night

You Seek her  illusions
With unclear foresight