I recall all the roads, but never
the destinations
the last stop on the train, the one often forgotten
the last call in the bar, when the bartender looks at me
with those eyes- those eyes, you know the ones
forlorn, as if I won't have nowhere to go
but he doesn't know that there is nowhere
to go, but everywhere
the last dance before he says goodbye,
the last song on the jukebox often skipped,
the wind blowing us apart in the early winter,
the trees decaying
the poetry pumping in my veins, pouring words onto
the page from some day I can't quite remember
I recall all the roads,
but never the destinations

in the glint of
his wandering, malevolent
eyes, I see hope and light
casting out the darkest
of nights,
and maybe I am a fool
for seeing love where
hate boils over,
and seeing peace
where chaos resides

Magic words
sacred beings
nothing isn't
everything is

hidden
in the
open

fall up, fall
down, fall
all around


dull as day
alive
as night

driftwood
drifting
away, slowly
violently

we are one,
we are
apart

brimming speckled
eyes of gold
we trek through
the
labyrinth
crossing
thresholds
from earth
to ether
low & behold
for there are
others seeking
a dream they
once sold

the unknown poet
hidden behind bottles of wine
or drowning in caffeine at the local
coffee shop,
the most magical of days
are the ones in which I find the
right words, they drip from my lips
like sweet grapes on a vine
entangling me,
rooting  me to the earth,
for god knows
once I drift into the
ethers,
I may never come down

mantra,
the vessel which
guides the boat
into the everlasting
abundance of truth

silence,
the echo
brimming sunshine
on this plane

truth,
the soul cleansed
from the white noise hums

mediation ,
the key
to unlock
the kingdom
of heaven

laughing mad,
like lost children in the night
running wild through the smoke
obstructing our sight
when the black ravens call for us to follow,
we mustn't think twice
for freedom comes only
to those who roll the dice

How far I've come,
how far I've gone,
are two measures of time
I can't grasp, for what is time?
An illusionary clock,
attempting to grip you,
pull you in, and bring
you closer to death,
well I refuse to abide,
so where I've been
and where I'm going
collide like two erratic waves in the sea,
don't you see?
how far I've come,
and how far I've gone

Unrequited love, my
oldest, longest, and dearest
of friends
We meet once again,
where the bend
curves, like the shape
of my body illuminated
by the moonlit shore,
you're grasping me tightly
oh, unrequited love
you sing me a twisted melody as I lull to sleep
you hide in the shadows ready to grasp me once more
unrequited love, please let me go!
unrequited love, no, never let me go
we meet again
at the tides in the erratic sea
and the waves wash over
you and me, washing
our sins into the morning rise
and once again, we bid goodbye

Records strewn
upon a wooden floor,
your eyes sparkle
in the iridescent lights

Hands woven
by fate, by time,
by presence

The sun peaks
through my window pane,
the day has brought us
together.
this moment is all we have

if time was kinder,
slower,
if clocks ticked
in our favor,
this moment
may still exist.

will the sun rise
again
yes
will the moon rise the tides again
yes
will the afternoon sway into
the evening
yes
will the heart bleed vermillion drops
onto a page, exploding into a million
words which expose the human condition of
longing
yes

silhouette lit up, dances heavenly
in
crimson red
words choke me slow,
the words which I never said
bound to you,
through the daybreak in blue

Yesterday, I dreamt
of you in the dawn
of my heart, beating
vermillion red, my hands
shaking and cold.

Today, I dream of me
my mind clear, and open
as I wash the past
from my body,
and seek the day
in all it's beauty

I rest my head on the birds,
we fly into one another as we seek
the roads less travelled
and intend only to be free-
free from who we've been,
free from who we are
we fly into the ethers

All we have
is now

become what you
are, before
they told you
whom you're
supposed to be

universal lucidity
shines thru me, and
sets my soul on fire

eyes level to the horizon
sun sets on the dawn
of our gilded love

all we have
is now

storm risin'
yellow sun, dawn
of the horizon
he likes to drive
the curved roads,
I like to ride
all night

jazz, blues,
magnetic muse
by my side

is this
heaven

he likes to drive
the curved roads,
I ride all night

The god in me
sees the god
in you
divine beings
with golden
minds
which drift
into the ethers
from time
to time

pain transcends space and time,
for it takes a new form, takes over a new body
latches onto a new vessel
like the ship which rides
the erratic tides of the ever stormy
volatile sea

In a realm where nothing is as it seems,
and the dreamer always dreams
the mystical moon is guiding
me through the doors which
once closed shut, now they are swung wide open
The forbidden fruit tastes sweet
the poison tastes like cinnamon
the vines grow downward into the roots
and the sun rises backwards