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Mar 2014 · 522
Distance
Long trips don't measure distance.
Deep breaths don't record depth.

Seen sudden shock and change.
Now witness slow wither and decay.

If I could just open my mouth.
If I could just say something.

A whole year passes.
No idea what happened.

A new year;
I am already forgetting.
Jun 2013 · 696
Time for bed
Retreats are deeper than elusive sleep.
Dying slowly, alone, in front of screens, any screen will do.
Anxious weights in the presence of people I'll never know

To be careless, like them, must be an answer.

Closer than before but still completely out of focus.
Intense wonder has served no purpose.
Bowing out, surrendering beneath thick curtains,
Never knowing true antagonists or faceless oppressors.

Sparing doubt and masks, it will be as a dream,
Without connections, arbitrary relationship is king.
Mar 2013 · 747
Crook
Flow of time is cruel but I have yet to forget you.
Too afraid of visiting stone monuments, where memories of you hide behind.
I only occupy my room, a room we once both occupied.

I read things I shouldn't.
I notice passages absent, lines blacked out like top-secret archives.
Anything positive now vanishing.

Sincere, heavy, and warm feelings have all dissipated.
Possessively overindulgent; even a timbre gentle white,
Goddess' voice could not alleviate my futile cynical mind.

Visceral note, I guiltily receive alone time to time.
A barbed birthday gift, spite still spilling from it.

Milk-skin and moon-eyed heroine of marvelous design,
Delusional ruin left behind;
She's all mine, I think.
Jan 2013 · 912
Perfectly lost purity
I am muddy water settling.
Stones skipped on my surface.

People jumped and played in my depths.
Stirring fish thoughts and algae emotion.

Animals and trees kept hydrated on my pristine water.
I taste of vintage wine and drunk sunlight all the time.

Waterfall has to get away, going somewhere I've never been before.

There's no use in fighting or crying because you can always leave;
dry yourself off and erase your memory of my many streams.
Dec 2012 · 1.7k
Step Up
Here we go
Here we don't

Admit defeat
In surrendering

Arms are useless
No reason in doing right things

Pointless fighting
Lashed out of friends and enemies

Have you seen me running?

No trust and
Not trustworthy

At second glance
Explicit content
Becomes Imaginary

Quickly lost my sweater
Lost my shirt

Summer rolls around
Sadly I can't help this.

We won't speak again
I'll make sure of it.

A stronger drink
In a bigger glass

I can't stand that
It's all going to break.

Needle still spins on
Without echo
Without tone
Without devotion

Laid side by side
Too intimidating

Dead branches of a tree
We still insist on using

Classical vibrations
Muted with a finger persuading

Soon we will be shipbuilding
In arid climate
Is it worth it?

Telegram obsessive
Rumor possessive

Thinking of excuses
For a second time.

Thinking of triplets
For snaking bass line.

Vagabond breath
I'm always losing.

Rip tide took me out
Walls of sand

Struggled then saved by a stranger
but
I thought you were my father.

Back to hotel rooms
Or Empty rooms
As if nothing ever happened.

I can see a stone
They put you under.

Eased our minds
That we could temporarily forget
Then find you again.

We made each other god
In worlds less than holy.
Nov 2012 · 1.7k
Last year's poverty
Mischievous; somewhere in between wayward and exasperating.

Expectations are aggravating;
When acceptance seems heavy in contrast to escaping.

Restraint and avoidance lacks tactics;
Both now seem increasingly attractive.

At once a beguiled captive; an observant idiot.
In correspondence, I've inadequate presence.

An incessantly sidelined wallflower.
An unintentionally shrinking violet.
Nov 2012 · 885
Valley of Gold
I've ceased my habit of cigarette smoking;
I can smell sun rays melting the tar within streets we've been driving on.
Accumulating debris line the sides of city streets,
Leftovers from a thunderstorm's retreat.

Valleys and mountains seem to have undried green
Patches and dry rivers run temporarily exhilarated;
A swelling rush through landlocked zone,
Becoming such a secretive and succulent oasis.

A Summer season like this symbolically:
Within harsh desolate heat,
Air is voraciously evaporating liquids of life,
Creatures adapted for unpredictability;
Schemes for overcoming, constantly changing.

Somewhat repeatable patterns of Summer downpour seems like a blessing.
A rather rash and quick burst, calling to attention
A reminder that it will soon pass.
Advising to allow any present moment to fully consume your consciousness;
Savoring every solitary drop.
Nov 2012 · 682
Can (not) be helped
Feeling Low;
Not sure if it's any lower than before.

Heavy Expectations;
Weights strapped to backs of unwilling divers.

Can't ascend too quickly for fear of the bends.
Can't descend indefinitely or I'll never resurface again.

It's unavoidable some say;
Persuaded paths led me the furthest I've ever been away.

Just one tree in the forest of many;
Suspended solitary in swaying breeze
Waiting to be turned into a magazine.
Nov 2012 · 525
Spots of Ink
Apathy is contagious,
It slips through lips.

Effortlessly navigates winding channels
Discerning certain sweet spots.

Sapping any will as its own.
Lingering, it never deteriorates,
Every breath bringing in more.

I never cared much for catching water drops
So now I don't try.

Into each life some rain must fall
Too much,Too much has fallen already.
Nov 2012 · 402
Higher Power
When the world is ****
People are quick to place blame;
"You caused this!" They exclaim.

For centuries small weights accumulate:
Every time someone had to do something they didn't appreciate.
Every time someone lost something that can't be replaced.

My back accepts their momentary complaints.
Their discomfort soon passes or they find another distraction;
However it has yet to leave me.

If I decided things would be this way,
If a **** world is the product of all my decisions,
Then as a creator did I make a mistake?

In creating you, that is.
Oct 2012 · 878
A place with no ending
I'm wondering now if
Tomorrow, when I wake up
I'll forget this day ever happened.

Its wake of consequence absently
Sounded in white noise voice,
Soft whispers of a great taboo.

Pathological History:
Even for Me there were nice things

Sociopath Society:
Persuaded subtle rejections of pain

How dense can conventional apparatus be?
Contriving comfortable ignorance,
An inconvenient dream.

Postured hope urgently praying for
Well behaved inevitable endings.
Jul 2012 · 1.3k
Muggin'
Fittingly meticulous, finicky
Precisely mitigating routine
Tracing excessively
Over cornered mezzanine

Stray penciled lines
Candidly contrived
Archaic dossier
Balanced centers
Unavoidably erase

Guiltily lost the way
Confused compass oscillates
Irregularly unanticipated
Perpetually transitory

Tender heart insecurity
Ego sensitivities in vain glory
Sacrificed arrogance dignity
On the day of defeat
Jul 2012 · 1.6k
Charlatan
It's nice to have temporary friends again, when they decide to visit.
Sharing stories of underwater animals from a
Viewpoint of an observer blowing bubbles.
A fish that defends its purple eggs till the death.
Sea turtles still breathe air, it seems like such a hassle.
I just want to feel weightless;
Into vacant space.

Still learning what can people can amount to:

Blurry myths of sadness anxiety
Letting go of trick happiness
Hype trend excitement
Constant detail examining
Hummingbird heart beating passion
Assumed reactions endless distractions
Occupy one-track minds
Recycling uninspired questions.

Sagacious in Patience
The Hollow and Empty kind
Finding Solitude priceless
Drifting images of third-eye kind;
I tried at least I thought I did.

              I don't
want to break;
             Silenced Glass.
Jul 2012 · 677
3 Summer Haiku
Lucid Summer dream
Moon shines brightly, a beacon
The lone white balloon

Hot Sun and Cold Beer
Valley Wind blows twin eyes dry
Grand Mountains vibrate

Summer Night stillness
Poised Glass swimming pool surface
Eager to shatter
Jun 2012 · 830
Amnesia
No one is going to purpose a toast
For ghosts endlessly dwindling
In rooms full of the living
Too scared to live.

To kids helplessly
Drunk on petty gimmick
With an authority of contempt
Held for anyone but themselves.

Taught to fear for love.
Begged to save face rather than soul.
Told that to die is to live.
Jun 2012 · 755
Parking lots
Not a time for cutting corners,

Confused but at the same time eloquent,
How does she do that?

Under glorious shooting star glow,
Imaginary problems revealed,
Without discretion,
Becoming increasingly intertwined
Was perhaps no mistake.

It was destiny.
It was fate.
Jun 2012 · 3.7k
Hypothetical
Universe has no taste.
With haste,
All runners run the same race,
Winners reaching their last breath finish line.

Could be chance or accident,
Either way I'm happy with it.
So much worrying and anticipation,
Just lifts to dissipate,
On such a long awaited day.

Should it be taken seriously?
I hear fickle people go both ways
May 2012 · 1.6k
You Wouldn't
Plan to kiss no one without secret intent.
Plan to kiss no one without meticulous method
Plan to kiss no one without a hidden plan.

Now
You know
Who you are.

To think I should speak with you
Is pessimist-dismissed
So quickly
The pen drops
Before the thought
Crosses
The multiverse
Mind
Contained
In paper Cranes.

To think you would want
To want
To talk to me
Is so ridiculous
So out-there
So cover-up
Alien-conspiracy-theory
Secret-society
Cryptic-code
Cart­ography.

The phonetic
Background
Of my throat
Shuts down
Shuts up.
Vowels in my stomach
Bunch.
Curves
Of your face
Shadows of your mind
Overlay mine
To camouflage.

I could
And would love you,
Not ten fathoms
But deep enough
So
We are suspended where light waves
Cannot bend
Breaking on coral
Breaking on coma

Waking up sleeping sand.
May 2012 · 635
Silent Sky
Screams like a banshee,
An old love
Outside the bedroom window
Soulful mourn
And nondescript yells.
Small notes with scratch fingernail pattern.

Falling asleep in the spiral
Green, because of trees.
Not friends anymore,
Moving onto better things
Better things are bigger.
Better things are important.
Better things are meaningless purpose.

Giving up on a lifestyle
Because of a paycheck
Into a hotel full of the dead
Where it is most hospitable
Until the realization,
That you’re sleeping in an incomprehensible lie.
Not happy
Not content.
No peace.

Only War.

War never changes
In deep voice
It climaxes
With knives
With grenades
And
Atom
Bomb
Fission love.
Leaving behind
Ruby
Sky
Death.

Silence
Is of ghosts
Until
We
All
Become them.
May 2012 · 883
So long, Lonesome.
Everything being the way it is doesn’t make sense.
A slight isolation from the world is synonymous with vacation.
Hard to believe in innocence,
When society insists it will be lost anyway.
Anyway, everyone ends up in the grave;
File away the papers and let’s have a parade.

Will humanity again retreat to a cave?
Will the debts of nations remain unpaid?

Midnights on  Fridays,
Not even in the company of strangers.
Just fictional characters seeking real life stories;
The kind with hooks that never let go,
The kind that gets ghosts to gawk in awe,
The kind that speaks of change and new faces.

New locations begetting expansion and undiscovered harmony.
Self-centered, wondering what this means for stubborn habit.

Disillusioned sage.
Sleeping cynic.

A bird that walks instead of flying.
A fish that tries to fly instead of  just swimming.

Sometimes feeling lonely.
Sometimes feeling free.
No love doesn't mean no worries.
Apr 2012 · 1.2k
Oranges and Lemons
As if I had the patience ;
to become the faceless replacement
to endure hollow transformation.
Another ghost in Void Lust's engagement.

Much to awkward arrangement;
two hands clasp adjacent,
two mouths agape in amazement .
Two souls surprised to find that
Together they are satiated.
Apr 2012 · 605
Iron Galaxy
Could "You" stand the thought
Of who "I" might really be?
Or is thinking just not easy?
Is reflective thought just fleeing;
Instead of seeing what a well adjusted reality might be?

"I" won't change the ways
Of static servants
Cursing the waves
They were born on.

In singing, "I" would take the wrong key.
In adventuring, "I" took too many arrows to the knee.
No Justice. No Creeds.
What "We" projects, is at best fleeting.
Mapping out the moon
For a swooning future
Greedy for every last inch.

Backed into the corner
"We" are all in
The same kind of pinch.

How are "We" going to deal with it?
Apr 2012 · 3.8k
Gemini
Stars blinking
Billions of God's eyes
Following one another across
A mostly vacant sky

The Moon smiles
Perhaps this is God's fingernail
growing for days until
It gets clipped

A slippery *****
To crane a neck
Staring out at
The distant explosion

Were these eyes meant to receive such an ancient light?
Feb 2012 · 487
Intent
Some pace this planet,
feeling so empty,
a heavy hollow.

An unknown creation
for things we do not know.
Unspoken by words
however absurd,
rambling continuous thoughts
resists a black hole's circular reason.

For things we do not know.

This world where our feet rest,
a faithful foundation exists.

How careless have we been acting?
Jan 2012 · 1.7k
Bottle it up
Ah! The ecstasy!
The solitude of a Saturday night.
Just another sighing twenty-something single nobody.

Ah! The revelry!
Anime plays to chase away that lonely feeling.
The original soundtrack of beer bottles clinking.

Ah! Such splendor!
Vaults of immaterial wealth being squandered away.
Time itself could make no better an enemy.

Given up hope in humanity.
Easy come, Easy Go.
Do I know not of their suffering?

Welcome to my Cave of Healing.
Spontaneous self-expression is a key
to the container that is so hard to fit in.
I'd write with perspective if mine wasn't broken
or if anyone could really know what one is.
Jul 2011 · 1.1k
Counsel
Eager men gather, a coalition snug in fortuity.
“Do” is their sentiment.
Vacant economizing is their doing.
Incorporating crisis trepidation intended to conceal true dealings.

A lofty story, nebulous and misty, cordially faces jeopardy.
Equality is never the aim for the uneven.
Humor them though, to their caprice show them what it means to be upright.
The uniform have no battle to fight, like the adage of the sage.
Both ponder in delicate hesitation, is this the moment?
Do I advance?
Do I relapse?
Have I any recourse at all?

Doubtful in whimsical inquiry
wishing to elevate such a state quickly,
be pleased with assumed explanations;
without debate, such a reckless undoing, will enfeeble us all.
Jun 2011 · 2.5k
Sweltering Sonoran Desert
Where we live it is no desert for the rains still fall.
Where we live the cacti stand tall,
proud and green Men and Women
defending rocky slopes of heaven.
Where we live the bat flies with the nighthawks,
dog fights at twilight against hordes of insects.
The lizard and snake fear a Greater Roadrunner
who laughs at passing cars, for it shall outlive
The Petrol Race centuries forward.

The Sunrise seems like The Mountains'
live birth to a bright blazed star.
The Sunset bombs a horizon
filmed with faraway layers of dust.
The milk cloud of stars and cosmic debris.
The Moon rising, a pale beacon beyond The Mesquite.
Jun 2011 · 955
A Castle For Everyone
Another day lofts some new journey forward.
Another mixed-maze-colony of choices being made,
some painted on walls in ancient caves already.

Carved tree trunks stand.
Influencing in mad mysterious ways,
kaleidoscopic proving ground for the mystics.

Another cigarette **** kicking in the cement ashtray.
May 2011 · 724
Cave
No epic, a dried rose hangs upside down
Its uncertainty, turns our heads away, it doesn't
Need its love. The Sun.

It becomes crisp
because it has grown cold
It becomes limp
because there is no longer growth

Finally it can close its eyes
finally finding its way
to sleep in uncertainty.
it's the setting sun
everything is returning,
becoming one
then nights come
and everything has changed

when was the last memorable moment you had
think real hard
mine is under the stars
I'm here, I'm here in the same place
but it is night
everything has changed

We push, for that moment
keep pushing till it feels real
and it spreads your spirit
(the soul)
a thick realization of a moment
when could this ever be
it is night, everything near
you need
has disappeared
it's free.
May 2011 · 809
Crystal Lakes
The blackest of eyes
penetrate the mind
the dullness of life
only causes the excitement
to cover the boredom
in which people confide in
they're not hopeless or helpless
in this slow parade
they are just blessed with the magician's mind
to convert and trick the naked eye

Oh! but no me
the cursed minority
where reality won't satisfy
the take by meaning

judges, you fool yourselves
priests, you can't justify this life
leader, you cannot change me!
friends, thanks for betraying me
lover, thanks for noticing me
me, you wish you knew yourself
teacher, thanks for encouraging
life, quit denying me

Manipulator manipulate this face
the broken hands
the finger spindles

If metal cant stop bullets
why don't we make it an atmosphere?
foil up the thriving earth
insisting that we won't be baked

but if the sun-rays keep on stopping us
and frost freezes off my face
crystal lakes are crystal lakes
but the mist in the air is raid

breathing is the anchor to awareness
did you realized that you're doing it
right now?
May 2011 · 472
infinite me
Beyond the brittle needles of foam
in the creeping shores
of infinite me
in the light, eyeless, the sunset dies
the last light twitching

Always be open to the secrets of living
sing better than them,
Old minds, fearless and hungry
it's Sunday, myself and yourself could fail
all the sky, one smile.
May 2011 · 435
August Something 2010
I can't believe it's this month or this year.
I still can't believe that I'm even here.
I wonder if I've changed or if it matters
if I've stayed the same.

The lines that kept contrast are no longer
definite, I wonder if this shallow body could
have some depth to it.
I wonder if the curved-edged-hemisphere
will appear more clear, if I could only tip-toe
towards it.

Constantly falling down isn't failing, it's gravity.
Swing along to melodies,
these resemble galaxies,
some are like we,
clusters of stars.

melting along the lazy river,
flowing along the edges of light,

if it seemed to feel right,
traveled on and on,
for nights of mindless flight,
sprawling the great expanse
in symmetric dance.

the whole lives of stars waiting for a single day.
May 2011 · 666
Responsible
The way I feel cannot be a word.
I want to know if some things are determined
behind the scenes, Free Will could be of concern
but here it is not for me.

Fallen ill of all the actors acting
of all the come-backings.
Where the next topic of discussion
is who is *******, fighting or some kind of disliking.

Don't know what to say
when people just wait
for an explanation of my pride,
tearing at my ego's insides.

That isn't what I've come to share
Not anytime soon.
How can you expect anyone else to enjoy the tune of your own thoughts,
if you're unable to enjoy it yourself?
Is that why you open your mouth?
At least do some filtering before all your bad ideas fall out.

Why is it always the same story repeating?

To different faces, different deliveries.
May 2011 · 764
Behold
Get out more.
Talk about nothing.
Revel in the sharing of vices.
Transcend the mundane in small groups.
Keep it personal.
Burn the paperwork.
Let's tell each other secrets.
Reveal our problems in search of solutions.

No matter how much is left behind.
There is so much more to behold.
May 2011 · 615
Holding On
Cyclical consumption stops here, friend,
One second has opened these eyes,
to everything new, to constant change,
and since many could not give her the time of day,

I once met a lady.

She made this heart’s pulse fall
upon eyelids, as she slid in closer
to tell her secrets, burning words to lament
this unforgivably stained memory,
some use it for revenge ,
but others don’t have such luxury.

Fear of the Ultimate Rejection,
became self-absorbed just like everyone else,
just not as clever or witty.
Constantly referencing the outside,
determining if it will help me.
In total limbo zones nothing changes
too drastically, till it’s time to leave.
Am I Ready?
Apr 2011 · 558
All that can be defined
I'm falling in love with something hazy
the vagueness just seems to invite me
a magnet energized by closed eyes
that static that charges between balloons and hair
her screaming scarred my ear drums

Alive is an everywhere
just hate to be reminded of the tricks planted in language
to fill in the missing gap
In short, double recreate reality
what is the past but a fiction
it is a sly thing
to try and love

Seeing the line of the dead makes me sad
dreary are the things they prized
like televisions
and monies
there is a circle that repeats,yet
there is always an exit

space starts emitting radiation ballads
fought and tortured on the other side of the conscious mind
seeing realization is noticing the opposites
are both equal and fragile
the line between laughing and crying
is the width of a hair and a change of mind

I haven't been thinking or living.
Living unconsciously is dangerous
relies too much on luck and money.

The world I live in is less determined
that a form.
I am the idea.
Ominous Cloud.
Apr 2011 · 782
Black Forest
There are too many factors to be remembered,
In each second we are fragmented in so many ways.
There are too many mouths to feed when supplies aren't endless.
Some lose their voice if they are to be ignored.

This is a final call for freedom from memory.
The past is simple in a song, go ahead and live any aspect.
Transcendence at its best, I love the feeling of lightness.
What happened to butterflies? When nervous I only get
Preludes to heart attacks.

Things weigh heavy when they matter,
like a matter of importance.
I wish for this rigid stance to relax,
For strained hands to unclasp.
This was an Auto-Write that was composed listening to Black Forest By Pale Young Gentlemen
Apr 2011 · 519
Brick Wall Reflection
Each day will pass through me
Like the leaves on a tree

Everyday takes a fake step
in any direction nowhere
Still holding my breath in
A bus that never leaves.
Apr 2011 · 608
Can't get away
low:
convinced, that it is okay
to be here,
and to rot
here.

"alone"

believe
i don't deserve,
anything more

"why ask for it?"

if those high points
led to disappointment,
gotta look at them
on their own.

"separation;
no continuum."

lost in the fog,
delusional faith
that one day,
a phantom
will save
me
from
here.

"please save me from here."
Apr 2011 · 754
Harmony
strike to smite the silence
the demented order
of gathered myths in our mind
a mind of collective potential
the greatest outcome could be
the exodus to nothing
and floating on air beds
and wishing beads.
Bread clouds to eat
and music is everything.

symbols were generated to fool me
and the journey wasn't a riddle
it was right there ready to be over with
it has been waiting before birth
no one completes the journey anyway
just one day
we decide to sit down on the side of the trail
and realize there are grass fields that surround us
and flowers that smell like chemical happiness
that we don't have to sacrifice ourselves for
a means to a living kind of thing.
take a break
for 10 minutes
and then for 10 minutes more.
then we keep hitting snooze to
stay asleep
for every dream
Apr 2011 · 523
Do as it Does
Sit still for a moment
or even for two consecutive moments
without moving
try to close the eyes
no view of the future.
There is no worry
there is no pending fate
just
stillness
and
sitting.
Apr 2011 · 968
Maying Prantis
On slick steel strings
six of them gather.
Around the electric hum box,
the muffled distortion buzzing
of suave spear-like poses

We are so green
and so mean.
The dance of divinity
in-between drum filled paradise
and a pair of hi-hat smash
the opening line to our razor's crass waving
our mantis praying

Drenched in reverb chorus shimmer
lightning dash with the blast trimmer
our boats the bass on the river melody
In reverie, Minced the mic
our barely audible voices shivering
our mantis praying

Strap stable static through magnetized
cords of magic
getting picked up on the down stroke
the shift bend pinch harmonic
capo for the overture
the reprise.

Fallen leaves in the back of the half-stack
octave raving
our mantis praying.
Just saw a praying mantis on my guitar..
Apr 2011 · 640
Don't See
I am nostalgic for things that haven't happened
I am thrilled that the system kills your soul
I don't mind that people drop bombs
I am filled with hope as Jesus comes down from his cross
and saves me from the mushroom cloud
I find faith in green pieces of paper
I find peace in organized time and schedule
I am enlightened with spoon-fed predigested fact

Everything can't be the way we want it to
so I'm not going to take the chance to whatever I can.
There are too many things to hear about or see
so I'm going to believe in authority and what it has to say.
There are too many opinions and perspectives
so I'm going to align myself to the most popular belief
Dreams can't be achieved and passions impossible
so I'm going to save effort and get by

One day I'll be enamored to settle for someone who can stand me
I'll be generous and support wars and c.i.a coups.
I'll be fulfilled and play my part in this consumer state.

I don't know if we forgot what we are.
Items surround us
and
Ideas are shoved down our throats
That isn't what we've become though, right?

We are capable of being kind
we have the capacity for love
we can imagine the peace of a black hole
we can manage not being in power for a split-second

A split-second, because really,
that's all i think we have left.
At least for now.

sweet love for the planet earth.

we've got finance
we've got tree oppression
we've got paper moons

don't borrow anything you can't give back.
Breathing in, taking oxygen
Breathing out, give your air away
But don't worry. You won't find stares everywhere you go if you don't dress the part. So take a role and pay money you can't get because we create money out of air and magic, We make war with television and camera crews. Find your place and be complacent because if you are to be improper the camera will find it and exploit your ***** traits.
You are filthy and no more important than anybody else
and if you think you are get
real and look into a glass of water
see you are impermanent.
and that it’s okay
because rips in the earth move
and will fit together like a puzzle piece one day
the moon used to be huge in the night sky
and if you look at the water right it fills your mind
with the night
dreams materialize and get stuck under the ice
of a frozen lake
where fish are

You look through glass
ceilings but all you can see are your eyes.
black pinpoints
in a enormous grid
of slavery or love,
whatever way you want to call it,
finally being free.
if we decide. if we agree
prepare to live by the sea.
Apr 2011 · 897
Commune with Nature
One step leaves
civilization behind
anxieties reduced
wearing proper shoes
plenty of water
walk down soft paths
after awhile these
trails fade
making way for what is really outside

there are no boundaries
no roads
not a convenience store in sight

I can only speak so much for miles
of repeating desert. Climbing mountains
and feeling like god on top of a rock.
So much I've never known
is revealed to me, because
I can see for miles,
and miles,
and miles.
Apr 2011 · 446
Broken Sentencing
if that
which Didn’ts, did
that is what did me in.
Never’s none bypassed me, with her
kind eyes
Apr 2011 · 623
Escape Artist
Became
soft and tired
of the delicate dance
on invisible glass of your
sadness

One night,
when you slipped out,
running from what is known.
nameless blades of grass slit your  skin,
so weak.

The Fear,
is it surreal?
veins strained into ribbons
to grab, and patiently untie
the knot

Listless,
you transformed
into a shell, and sat
shoreline swallowing sand, I still
loved  you.
Cinquain
Apr 2011 · 603
Inlet: The Void
My heart swells with warmth,
as I find myself astray

this is when I realized
myself as the mystery

I fell in love with a witness
as I suddenly departed
from all the silly acts
I put on,
all the pointless positions
I conformed to.

her smiling face
and my empty body
felt all the factors shrink
and fall behind

the expanse ahead of us
grasped all.

it was undeniable
that should you leave
it would soon follow.

it took only an indifferent moment
to destroy the lovely instruments

however, all these stunning singing voices
continue.
off-key.
Apr 2011 · 615
Fluorescence
At first we staggered and swayed
under the drowsy moonlight,
for what seemed like days
for what melted like weeks
and dreamt like years.

Our trajectory was sufficiently lit,
so we should not trip,
but left us with no idea
where our path would end

The adroit movement of your hand
intertwining mine,
with our fingers laced
urging the palms to read
each other ,
was enough to invite
time to stand still, and secrete

this was the moment was where I was born

and where I should die.
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