a bliss
to embrace
what is
at peace
with **everything

Back into the throes of existence
I find myself thrown.
The session has found me again
and I admit
that I lost it
sometime ago. In longing I drown
until something best left unknown
reared its head; The Great Perhaps
was upon me at last

and I could only see heartbreak
awaiting me on the horizon
of her love.

Her heart beats quickly, and it beats red wine.
His breathing slows, and he inhales her scent.
She drinks him in with her midnight eyes.
He hears her sigh from his gentle kiss.
     Her skin rises with chills, and she giggles.
His brow glistens with sweat, and he smiles.
She lets her slender fingers dance with his.
He lets his lips delicately touch her forehead.
      Her thoughts scatter to the far reaches of the universe.
His words scramble until he is a stuttering mess.
She hears the music in his rich, velvety laugh.
He sees the magic in her deep, mystic eyes.
     Her eyes scream her love for him to the stars.
His eyes proclaim his love for her to her soul.
She tries to speak, but no words form.
He tries to speak, but his voice cracks.
     Her world stops, and she goes in reverse.
His world stops, but he has to move forward.
She says—I miss you— with tears in her eyes.
He say—I love you—to the ghost of his wife.

This is where the heart lies:
softly in the hands of rhyme
and meter; we've made a shrine
out of syntax and code.
We tell stories and we sing songs
about life and love, and this
is where some of us grow up,
this is where some of us die a little
each day.

This is our home, not your playground,
so keep your fights
out of here.

never slows
river of life
flowing beautifully
into the infinite

gathered up,
spells and sorcery,
budding silver moon,
eyelashes melting,
sweet, sweet kiss.

Brick
Brick
Brick
Falls
Building a house
Building an empty home
That you will always live in
Where you try to fill the house with your comprehension
But without intentions
You trap yourself
You become your Hell
But some will never tell
The time you spent in jail