Falling embers burning bright
and dying slowly, as am I

The days melt into the
nights like candle wax

Dark iris lit up beneath
the radiant moon

Your eyes are voltaic
and lead me nowhere

The trees are barren and
the sky ominous

We may get it right in the next
lifetime

Wrapped up in your moonlit
eyes, from dusk to dawn.
The new dawn is rollin through
the tides of my mind,
as we lay high on the precipice
of time past, and time present.
When the call arises,
leave me by the translucent sea,
where the wind and breeze
got me down on my knees.

Rough hands
crush a menthol
cigarette
stained
with red wine
& my red lips
he crushes
it slowly
& crushes
my dreams
as he inhales toxicity
and exhales my love

You- awake,
ghastly at the unholy
hour beneath my
crescent and waning moon.

I dreamt of your deja
vu, and spoke to you
through the distant,
unwavering monsoon.

you are awake and
ghastly at this
hour - eyes lit up
with desires.

kerosene drenched
fires- only you,
awake and unghastly
can take me
higher.

Destruct me , so I can be reborn
chain me to your labyrinth,
tie my noose when I hang too loose,
when I am compassless,
my heart
nowhere bound
let the flames engulf my mind,
I will watch the ring of fire with ease,
I will walk the road paved with blood,
for this transient
town hasn't seen my wild eyes on the map,
and this transient heart
hasn't seen your love in my dreams,
so destruct me fully,
so I can be reborn.

The fall time
Electrifies my mind
Crystal clear visions
Blue streams of water
Pour down gently ;
Quickly

The past worries
Lay heavy
In my head
As i lay in my
Silky sheeted
Bed
Memories
Of dread
Seem to slip further away

The dark times
Have turned into
Gold mines
Of inspiration

It flows in my veins
It trickles
in slowly
The dark abyss
Is now amiss
My flame of fire
burns higher & higher

Fall time
Rebirth
Hit me now
This time
It won’t hurt

Higher than heaven
you rose, elevating in the
dark woods, reading slowly,
words burning, rolling off your tongue,
majestic poetry & prose.

Fairy of the night, I sing, lyrical
& whimsical, you rose,
higher than heaven, poetry & prose.

I wasn't rooted, like the old wooden trees,
you told me when seasons shift, I turn into ice, and freeze
for I was never what you wanted me to be,
rooted, no, for I was free.

I sway
side to side
my pale grasp
holding a
violet
stem
one hand
in earth
one hand in
the ether
one foot
in the dark
one foot
in the light

Clocks tick in dusk eerily slow,
when midnight comes to pass
my baby and I get down low
we race through the red lights, sipping slow
High by the shore, the tide is low
Daydreams of amphetamines
china white, and our hearts beat black
I fill the silver spoons, he licks my wounds
Motel six, sunday gloom
Cause clocks tick eerily slow
And when morning comes, I put on a show
so the deafening silence shall not grow
like the poison ivy rooted on our floor

It felt like the 70’s
Free love was alive
His eyes were golden

There's infinity in your eyes
and they tried to steal
our paradise

The palm trees burn
to the rooted ground
& the wind cries
to be forgiven for his sins

Beyond, beyond,
beyond, beyond the egyptian
blue skies on fire
as ash falls upon your
head like a halo

They tried to steal our
paradise
and infinity
leads me
into your eyes

Over the cascading hills
I dreamed of Egyptian blue waves
crashing down through the
azure sky to part the sea
of our broken minds

When the wildflowers
dance violently amidst
the golden light,
I seek the road
in the dreary night

I ride the waves, and part
the sea
hoping it'll bring
universal love and ancient
truths closer to me

This place never felt like home
merely a container for the wicked mind
falling into abyss where angels
cry, I look for you
as my only sky, and the only time
I feel lost is when there's nothing left
to grasp.

This place never felt like home
merely a place to rest a troubled
mind, or a place
to dim my shine.

Robert Frost- you come to
me in a silly daydream, where the
reckless sun beats heavy on my feet.

You speak to me of the road less
travelled, and I can see it down
the winding path, where vines
may harm me along the way
Where danger may befall, and tear
my limbs- as I stand tall and carry on

Frost- you come to me in a long daydream
I see the path, I will seek it
no matter how long- no matter
how winded.


For I too, long to tell the tale
of the winded, rough, rarely trekked
road which made
all the difference.

There is a thunderstorm
Rampant in my eyes for
They tried to steal our paradise

Where my love once grew heavenly
And divine on the sweet vine
It is now withering away
Beneath the vacant sunshine

I am lost in your eyes and
They tried to steal our paradise
Now i stand tall and alone
Close to the sky

Speaking kind
Words
Doesn’t mean
You have a kind
Heart

Alchemical Daydreams,
transmutation of impure energies
into sunshine, golden liquid
dripping from my veins, leaking
onto the page, like vermillion
drops of blood smearing into one another,
yearning to speak some universal truth
Time is an illusion, an illusion which
rocks my world sideways into the ocean
of vast nightmares, deja vu, and
harsh daydreams turned into sweet nothings
there's so much beauty all around,
sadness too, yet the downturned smile
still transmutes an energetic truth, I drink it all up
I soak it all in- like strawberry lemonade
sweet and sour cascading around my plush
lips, red like cherry pie
oh, these alchemical daydreams
in which I sway between earth and ethers,
the light and the dark
the shriveled cigarette is lit once more,
yearning to eradicate the natural state of what is,
just like I,
a wildfire
burning,
yearning,
yearning,
burning
for change

To those whom I lost on the road
I bid you farewell with roses & gold
Separate paths winding away
We may meet again one summer day
but to those whom I lost on the road,
Forever in my heart
of implode,
feelings stay
but our roads- they stray

I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
wading in the waves,
on helena street
I sing my songs,
and dream in black
and white
I grasp withering stems,
and live for the nights
The clouds are bleak,
my mind is electric
the shapes in my mind
are geometric, for I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
I wade in the cobalt sea,
and wait for the man to
come set me free

Like a perfect storm,
my sadness
& his rage
burned together
like sage
toxic air
his piercing eyes
my ice queen stare

Together,
but never one
he watched
as I came undone
Like a perfect storm
I pick up the pieces
Broken and torn

In the mire of sunday news,
I am sick to my stomach
with the blues
The aching, longing
to escape this realm
for California is lit on fire,
the world is struck with dark
desire,
So I turn the volume down,
and let my mind rest with ease