I’m painfully aware
of the existence of
my hands,
When they are not
touching you.

Under the overpass lay
Priests and prophets.
Ask around and you may
find God, or the
Transcendent minds who,
Through a *****
Needle dwell with him.

Maybe only those free
of society
And failed by humanity;
Stripped of all, even
Themselves, can reach
This enlightenment,
And really find
God.  

We build cathedrals,
And read books in search of him.
Wage war, and raise
Politicians to god
Like figures.
Maybe we all just
Need to lose
our minds.

A rabbit was hopping around,
In the front of my yard.
I watched it intently.
It seemed so unbothered,
At peace.
I wished for that.

A moment of tranquility,
To take me out of the
Pain I felt.
Then it got run over.
Whose luck ran out,
His or mine?

Maybe I cast my sorrows on him,
Like Jesus and the swine,
And he did what I
Am unable to.

It was a goreish scene,
Yet so quiet, so beautiful.
There is no greater peace
Than death.
I wished for that too.

We don’t hate sleep,
We just love each other.
Hours roll past,
One after another.

It’s 4am,
The time of songbirds and lovers.
We’re driving nowhere
on the empty streets.
Won’t let the day end,
Do anything to avoid the sheets.

Not afraid of the dark,
We just love one another.
Don’t put out the light,
Fear of missing the other.

Your name on my breath
In my restless slumber,
I’ll see you in my dreams,
My one true lover.

When I lay with you
My body sings
To your tune
Every beat hitting its mark

I sit on the edge of desire
Tension rising
like the crescendo

You, the perfect falsetto
Harmony to my song
Passion is our conductor
And love is the sheet music
On which its written

Take shelter my dandelion, stand proud.
You’ll find no persecution here,
Many look down upon you,
They have not the eye for your splendour.

Unhalted by the world, you bloom.
Astounding fortitude; delicate grace
Your grandeur displayed.
A beauty misplaced,
In the concrete fortress.

A wild flower,
Life ushered by the blowing wind.  
Only tender hands can hold you,
Or off you go to bless another.

Purple and white flowers dot the landscape
And the roadways
Delicate flowers, the bunches of them
Give the allusion of pink
Everywhere I travel they grace me
I’ve never seen them before
But maybe they’ve always been there
And I’ve just never noticed