I felt you in my dream. You kissed me twice
and I can’t forget. You don’t know it
but I feel Your skin whenever You’re far
intoxicated in the back seat of that car You whispered
the secrets of Your soul, what I had always wished for
I savored You, You tasted like the ashes she left of You
soft lips like smoking coal after flames die
and my hands in Your hair felt like summertime sand
after the ocean and I cried for You
when I wake I feel closer to You, knowing that at least in my mind
we were together, You were happy
and I’d sleep forever to have Your kiss again

Cleanse the shore,
simmer beneath my soles
cold sea foam kisses, seashells and horseshoes.
Set aflame the desert of our pasts.
Awaken me to new eyes and sore souls, from bruised
minds and crying smiles.
Even when moonlight arrives
the waves will remain
alive.

I dreamt, and she was there. Raining
down with ease,
feathering the wind with endless time, paving
my asphalt highway
into meadows of green, millions of miles passing inside me
Three words, this Flower said, she asked if I would be
angry, she saw in me this fragrance
I would never shake.
Her thorns sting, the ivy will settle and suffocate
the lively dandelions surrounding her,
but that rose has her place in my garden
that a lily cannot replace.
Flower, don’t forget me.
I gave you life in the shadows,
your gloom left to the moon
when you felt my glow.
Flower, you’ll hide in her moonlight
wait until midnight to come alive,
but you will see that you cannot live
without the radiance
of sunshine.

Golden roses open, they are prone to resist
when the cold is secure and the wind feels sharp
Harvesting vestigial life in brisk black;
purposeless with rime and yards of yellow
Yet, the lions of springtime will arise
set aflame the dead trees and twigs
No longer numb, but filled
with fire, where sparks fly
We cry tears of honey,
running through the wet dew
with damp cheeks and dismal lashes
when the golden roses rise
and rest our weary feet

I am not me.
I am known as my thoughts;
my mind creating, manifesting
itself into communicatory wavelengths
frequently disrupting the patterns of being.
For because I think, I am not.
Only because there is, I am.
The trees, art, light, air are not because I am
I am the trees, art, light, air
and they are me.
Do not dare join me with what poisons my being.
I refuse to fall under my thought’s control.
I choose to be aware, be here
And be among the truth of
Myself.

I’m blinded by this face that was my best friend
I hadn’t appreciated you for those years of
high times and drunken dress up
You are more than what we talked about at night
when we were confused and alone
and even after those moments passed
I’d close my eyes to be with you.
Dream of you,
unaware that it was love
But now I’m more alone than ever
And she has your heart.

The summer nights and spring time blossom
strangled my head and lost my soul
But you were with me through the gushing red
Who knew I’d feel this green for a girl that I called
my best friend…

We were one, my secret partner
The one I’d drop my soul into,
vulnerable to your bare eyes
Now you’re miles away and
I still cry

Your mind is the reason my sheets drip with regret
And the stains in my head smell of roses
And your face is in the photograph above me

I know she’s beautiful and I know she’s yours,
And I have mine and you’ll forget about me,
But I’d still reveal to you what you’ve been missing
Even after our years together
You’d see that you haven’t been yourself
And I am that open door to the real love
The kind of love you told me
you wished was real,
the kind you searched people for
the kind you felt when we laughed together
the kind you thought you could only find
deep, unconscious, dreaming
in your sleep,
I’ll hold it sacred
until you return

Imploding hearts and indecent dialogue;
this fire in my throat ignites the atmosphere above us
You’ll count the flaming streaks in a million billows
until they stain your sight,
your depressed iris left ablaze
scorching your memory of me
to mountains of ashes
You’ll soon awake, surrounded by light
in the sweltering confusion of you and I
the wild red exposed
shifting your mind into this moment
You said we couldn’t escape
if the sky ever enlightened and
set aflame
Yet I would rather dive into the inferno
than ever drown within you