Who of you know
love such as this?
Such love that lives
in lying aloof on long nights
in waves of worry,
weary of losing
love such as this,
that can cause such loathing
from joy to joyless.

In knowing,
in not knowing
and in tides of enchantment,
Love such as this
tears and tears up in our eyes.
Such love that is blinding
or fragile or lies,
lies misunderstood;
this love envious
and fried.

From the boy weighing up his
evening with her...

"When I'm with you
I'm the heavyweight champion
of weightless

...When I'm not
I'm just dead weight."

Some people...

If all they know is how to be broken
despite all efforts;
they are not the fix for you
nor yours to keep on fixing.

Your active fingers
stringing sentiments to me
spoken through text speak,
yet you can't text those same lines
from your lips to my close ear.

He who can balance the words
'power' and 'limitations' in his hands;
understands soundly
the definition of responsibility
and it's burden upon his shoulders.

To rule the world justly
is to bare the labours of Atlas.

How sweet the linen
that grandeur weaves,
unseen by other's untrained eyes,
yet seemingly hard to sew
into the fabric of our own
immediate lives.

Legacy is;
knowing where to hang your hat
and then knowing when to grab your coat.

When we were joyfulness,
we were secret fireworks.
and when we were bitterness,
we were wolves in plain sight.

It's not how many times I  retreat,
it's how many times I come back
that makes a man of a boy.

Never the popcorn
for a story untold,
little victories alone
that never unfold.

Never any applause
for a story unheard,
all the joys of day
and yet not a word.

Never saccharine sweet
the story unshared,
so chatter aloud
and let no one be spared.

I want the universe to look down on us tonight
on both you and I,
not as separate entities
but as two anomaly's collided,
though your side of the bed is empty;
in time it will fill
with someone whose light and dark matters.

Wherever your lone star is,
I want the universe to show you a small world
whose gravitational pull
occupies the space between my arms.

This is what I know of crushingly reckless beauty in
that which overpowers us like a wild storm at sea
or the impossible mountain;

The Devil is in the detail but God is in the whole picture.

These are moments
monuments were made for;
The times you love me like your last breath
and hold me like your last hope.
These are moments I'd mirror for you
forever and always.

Everyday is but time managed by the sun and the moon,
and their clocking-in cards

Who steals the moon?
or does it just fall?
Fleeting softly of its own accord;
if I could tie it with string,
I too could be swept soundly abroad

The Sun asked the Moon
"What are you looking for?"
The Moon replied
"I'm trying to find something I can gravitate towards.
Every night I search oceans to find companionship,
until at last I can feel whole again"

The sand asked the sea
"How is it you can love me?"
The sea replied
"As simple the stones that you are,
You are my rock my loyal friend
and when I waver.
you give me much needed assurance.

It's important you know,
not to break bread with everyone.
Some are made of sour dough,
and some live just to make it.

The soft crackle of sand
pail under moonlight,
lapped up by an ocean's returning tongue,
time and again.
Waves hello.

Look above.
You will see fireflies in plain view
yet static and beyond the the reach of hand,
then I remember the promenade clearly
where yours once found gaps in mine.
Ambling parallel to the shore, with a grip
the sea could not part,
but the word 'forever' could not anchor.
Waves goodbye.

'I know hope' knows hope
from understanding
no hope at all

Gentle is the night
after a day's boiling over,
now bathed in small hours
drifting closer to morning.

Weight on my mind
falling softly on eyelids.
A passenger for a pillow
and a meal for the blankets.

...and gentle is the night
when no words are spoken,
for when day break calls,
you again will be broken.

My head is at work,
with unrest on my shoulders.
My feet feel like lead
and my bones are like boulders.

My body is pinned,
I am lying awake
and so 1 a.m.
I greet thee with '**** sake'

Of simple plastic
made with screws and with transfers.
The fads of old youth
banished high upon the shelf
now a plaything for the dust.

One for sorrow
seeks another,
for whose company
longing to borrow.

What do you tell me?
When you tell me I'm okay.
It's what you don't say;
left between you and your four
walls that I want you to state.

My love. Everything
that you see is imported
from everywhere else;
but you and I, here and now
must know; love comes from within.

Behind you are only the lessons learned,
adHere** in the now.
Idolize who You have Become.
Only you can be the Youniverse
you wish to be.

Be Younique be-You-tiful
and never let meaningles Theys
Dictate your days.

Our love all at sea
where the waves come crashing.
We're not in the same boat
we're two ships passing.

Real eyes
realize real greatness
lies not in sight
but inside.

The sky bruised a red
before the dusk ate the light.
High up in the north,
I watched the jewels cutting holes
to share the sea with the moon.

There's nothing to gather
from an empty gaze,
but the battleground
of words and pictures
we can assume are unravelling
within.