Lost spirits at dawn
come to my ear and speak to me
of the midnight song

Lost spirits at dawn
come to my prickled
ear & sing to me
a midnight song.

Promise me, you won't
float away in the zephyr, nor
take too long,

for I am left with
the lost spirits
at dawn.

What may have been
in the midst of May,
if the falling leaves hadn't
left us to decay.

The roses of our
love stopped
mid-bloom,
and we got too
high that sunday
afternoon.

When Summer eclipsed
through the rear view mirror,
the ship got
rough, and hard to steer.

What may have been in may,
shall not be spoken of
to this day.

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

When your mind of steel
drifts to the feel
of us together
in
the promise land
pain & sorrow
is a fleeting thought
as
men like you never
get distraught
my love;
I worry not
for the coming
of karma
is my
escaping of the dark
while you embark
further
deeper
silver swords
for the demons
you fight
my intentions were pure
& secure
your intent was skewed
mind was bruised

Moody river
speaks to me
moody river
flows through me,
moody river
we are one
in the same
moody river,
I try to tame
the fire in my
eyes, the fire
in my heart
moody river,
flowing down towards
me once more
moody river,
knocks on my door!
moody river,
is the stream
in my mind
moody river,
it drowns me
from time
to time

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

Motel six
Six doors
Six locks
Six mirrors
Six realms
It feels like the cursed
Linger in my blue bedroom
There’s a surfboard hanging
Above me
There’s a darkness hovering
Around me
There’s six places
I could be
There’s six people  
I could become
Motel six
Six doors
Six locks
Six silver
Spoons
Six bottles
Of honey
Whiskey
Which he sips, while
Slurring my name
And callin’ me pretty
Knowing he will
Leave
When the sun rises
Motel six

Not the girl you meet
Down at church or the local store
Not the girl you catch a glimpse of
Small twinkles in the iris-
Flashes of home

  more of a 2 am blue

Visceral red lights
Chinatown
Buhwick laughter and red solo cups

More of a dark revel in the
Unknown
More of a midnight train into
Where you have not yet
Dared to roam.

More of a fleeting feeling, less of
A rooted tree.

More of the one
That almost was but wasn’t quite
More of a blurred 2 am night.

Not the one you take home-

More of the one you found

when lost
And forlorn.

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.

Glowing angel
amongst
the dark
the evil
mind &  heart
in the utmost
dishevel

I floated along
those pitch black streets
Feelings of
never-ending sorrow
& defeat

A place I no longer
call home
Everyone dimmed
nobody shone

For I rose above
the crumbling ashes
Like a phoenix
who lit the matches

To find there is more
to be sought after
Then chasing the
unattainable high
Adrenaline  hits so hard
it make you sigh
darkest of paths
morals awry

I look for serenity
in other ways
now
Found another home
anyhow
Couldn’t linger on
I had to go
I think of this place often
I hope you know

I found him in the dark
alley on a lonesome
Wednesday night by the East river
Drinkin beer with his friends from
Forever
the boys who drink out of a
Paper brown bag and smoke parliaments
on their stoop until the night turns to day
And they can’t fill their minds
With liquor anymore, so instead
They take the metro down to work
Well, I felt like in that moment
He was exactly who I needed him to be
He made me feel alive
and electric
And bought me beer
until the bartender said
"no more"
We kissed until
My mouth turned
blue
he never let me out of his sight
cause he knew if he did, I may never return
i laid on him like nothing else mattered
It was only us in the red booth in the back
Of the dive bar
it felt like 1985
He read me poetry
and lit a joint
I said I don’t smoke
But I made an exception
His eyes lit up the entire room
When morning came,
I knew we wouldn’t feel the same
When the sun rises
And the liquor dries
It never feels the
Same

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

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

Perked up ears

Let the fears

Drift away
drift away

The intuition

Of the gods above

The angels above

It speaks through you

Yes

It speaks to you

Let it flow

Past the logic

Into the heart

It fills the heart

Then it overflows

It pours out

Into the universe

Trust that intuition

Listen close

Listen close

Perk those ears

We awoke asleep
in an empty home,
his eyes were adrift
and unearthly
my eyes were forlorn

In a transient moment
of uncertainty,
the answers came
bestowed upon my
third eye open,
my first eye shut

The palm trees are swaying outside
the motel, and it's night time again
We sip the coffee to stay awake,
and write our woes
into the sand

We speak out loud to practice
the words, and create poetry
with our bodies entwined
beneath the blue moon