Provided no more tears,
Fall down on ones head.
The rain may continue,
Yet not from dread.
Is there only horrors of life hiding in the wait?
Are there no more avenues for one to create?
This beast of burden I've carried,
So long kept concealed.
Always remaining calm,
Storms brewing infield.
A moment of silence necessary,
For those still living.
Let your mistakes be many,
And always forgiving.

There's a monument outside of town
I go there when the sun goes down
And I listen....

The names upon that granite slab
Are worn and rusted, slightly drab
Still  I listen

There's a silence hanging in the air
Hiding the thoughts of those not there
And I listen

I sit upon the steps below
In rain, or sun, and even snow
And I listen

Thirty men remembered here
Though none of them are buried near
So I listen

I've met others beneath this pigeon roost
Whose spirits I have tried to boost
As I listen

I wait to hear them from the grave
The voices of the dead, the brave
And I listen

None has spoken out to me
I know they watch and they see
As I listen

I keep watch throughout the night
I head home when it is daylight
And I listen

During the day there's too much noise
To hear the voices of these boys
But, I listen

So each night as the sun goes down
I venture once more out of town
And I listen

I listen.....

It's obvious, isn't it?
When two similar planets pass by
each other
and get caught in
each other's
gravity.
It's obvious what must happen here.
The words not said
scream loud enough to
bridge the hundreds of miles,
and we still don't
say them.
Not yet.
It's obvious we haven't been here before.
Into uncharted waters,
we move so
very
slowly,
careful not to create waves
before we meet in the center,
careful not to misstep,
so that we can
do things right
for once.
It's obvious.

purse your lips, pout, kiss
two universes clash
smash the mirror image
lipstick smeared phone numbers
a heart shaped for love
two names in one
mirrored graffiti hot breath
a finger traces your name.

Enough now, about all the boys and men whose hearts you stole,
how flowers sprouted from their chests
before you swallowed them whole.
Tell me about ghosts trapped in amber, about how
you can take flight driving down an empty road
with your eyes closed, at night.
I want to hear about summer lightnings
recorded on cassettes, personal but dangerous mythologies,
and winsome regrets, and if you ever sleep to dream,
if they hurt more than waking because either way,
you’re driving, and your voice is still shaking.
You were a girl born of crystals, you grew into a shell.
I think you could love, or ****, but you hide it all so well.
Red and blue lights like a prayer ending,
an exit night gave you. You are calling ‘catch me’-
will they find you or will they save you?
Aren’t you going to live forever?
Aren’t you named after a hero?
Aren’t you a modern Joan of Arc, a Titan, Michelangelo?
Swerving into traffic, smiling more with every turn.
Tell me you are racing for someone,
not imagining how to burn.
I want to ask what happened to you, but
I’m not strong enough to face what I can’t predict to hear.
I can't witness your fall from grace.
I’ll tell you that I love you, to remind you that it’s there
yet I wonder if love itself put hatred in your stare.
Don’t tell me with such pride that you never stick around
and how he loved you more, and it razed her to the ground.
I know that girl, I am that girl,
and you’ll move on and forget her.
She’ll hear the echoes forever-
*I’m like you, but do it better.

the ebb and flow
the back and forth
the wind carrying sand and salt water breath.
the current takes us in it's rhythmic side to side sway,
almost matching us to the waves completely.
the beauty of a paradise
juxtaposed with the nearing reality of less.
the stillness of life like distant ships,
carried away by time and tide.
fleeting, but no less beautiful because of it.