she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

Fire, fire
Burning bright
In your eyes
In my soul.

Fire, fire
Forever flaming
In my eyes
In your soul.

I have all the characteristics of a writer,
But I chose science and science fails
As it often does so that it prevails.
So I am met with choices once again
As is Life as is Time
Pick your stock and let it climb,
But as is Life as is Time
Finds oneself without a dime.

Time spent writing is Time lost
Into the deep sea of white and black
As the world becomes ever digital
It forgets what matters it lacks
So needs someone whose life is small
Where Time spent writing is Time created
Because a lesson learned is a
Lesson evaded.

But not one stops to ask
What Time is Time degraded?
Not one questions the grand investment
That Time spent is Time earned
Wherein Time earned is Time enchanted
But unlike earning dollars to be burned
The treasures amassed is infinite
& How lovely for you to be in it!

We've lived a thousand lives
together compressed in few
years time lapse

each of the stones on this
ancient field of remnants
and memories moved and
turned around

the mosaic of wide wisdom
gained as a daily compassion
after any storm of life has
raged against our hearts.

I call myself a Professional Sleeper
Because I was convinced I could sleep through
any type of sadness or any type of confusion.

I was convinced I could sleep after
any argument or any type of disaster.

Yet, for the past two nights I have weapt myself to sleep
as my brain swells against my skull and makes my thoughts feel like cymbols in a marching band

I was convinced I would be able to sleep off even the worst of times
and that would be how I coped

But once you try to sleep when your heart is breaking, and your head is screaming, and your eyes are too sore to shut,

It's impossible
I promise you.