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.

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

The moon adjacent the setting sun,
Celestial standoff.
Two gods fighting for dominance
Of their open air domain.  

A legion of stars,
Greys and blues encroaching
On the suns last stand.
Hues of orange and streaks of pink,
Gold covered clouds,
A fiery fortress on the horizon
The last defences.

The battle commences,
A gladiatorial display.
A collision of light and dark,
Carnage painting
The heavenly battlefield.  

The sun in full retreat,
As the moon ascends into
His new position
As ruler of the sky.

Jealous of your heart,
The crimson coursing through it
Flows with life more precious
Than the earth whence it came.  

Under your skin; I yearn to be,
Beating with no respite.  
Let me do its labour,
These hands bathed in your life,
Stained with your love.

My eyes remind you of sunflowers
I say you’re my sun
What truth lay in these words

For my eyes show a glimpse
Of times long forgotten
Indeed in a past life it was so  

Like a flower of the field; your warmth I seek
My sun I will follow
At night how I twist and turn
in anticipation of your dawns break

My sun I will follow, until I can no longer
Feeble, my last petal drops  
Back here I will meet you

In your eyes we will meet again
For they will show me a glimpse
of times long forgotten

It’s you, my dear,  
The phantom of my heart,  
The nameless figure  
That haunted my mind,  
The one I’ve loved  
All this time.

Hidden deep within,  
My perfect secret.  
My soul called out,  
Searching for you  
In the space  
That does not exist.

For you were an ideal,  
My antidote to heartache.  
The one I met  
In ghostly hours  
Of the night.

I know you like an old lover,  
Though I knew not  
Who you were.  
Heart attuned to mine,  
For that was your dwelling.

It’s you, my dear,  
The phantom of my heart,  
The nameless figure  
That haunted my mind,  
The one I’ve loved  
All this time.

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

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

This heart was held by another,
Pawned to the thrift store.  
There it reside,
In a chest at the back,
Lost amongst trinkets
In the stagnant smell of time.  

You crossed the threshold
with a mischievous grace  
And celestial step,  
Commanding attention
With a confidence so sharp,
Cleaving the antiquated air.  

Target marked
With the slyness of a fox,
You pocketed
This secondhand heart  
And stole away.  

No thief or collector
Shall gaze upon it again,
Locked In a double-keyed safe,
This secondhand heart
Is in your clutches.

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.

The morning was serene
The type of morning
You wish for on a special day
for it could make death feel sweet

grass glisten like dew covered emeralds
Song birds singing hallelujah
The sun rising from slumber, hues of gold
A pulsing breeze; breath from the mother

Stupefied in want, something amiss
In perfect creation; glory on display
once fulfilling me; invigorating the soul
pleasure dulled by longing
**** you I thought

My joy, commanded by you  
Each stroke of the brush, lost on me
Without the artist

In every pretty thing I see your spirit
A world more exquisite, you created
All it’s beauty; yours to dole
Bestowed through your presence, love

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.

I lounge in the garden of Eden,
And gorge on her fruit.
Fill my cup with the finest wines,
Smell fields of honeysuckle and lilac.  
Feast my eyes on divine landscapes;
It’s all frivolous, frivolous!

I assault my senses with exquisite things,
In your absence,
To fill the void left by you.  
It’s all in frivolity!
The void so great, more of me is absent
Than is truly living.

Should you leave me in this life, my beloved.  
I shall enjoy no good thing again,
Destined for solitary confinement,
Reduce me to the likeness of a worm
Devoid of all pleasure,
For none should be had, without you.