home is a cage
slide out the window
find a different way
run with the wolves
chase the child

it won't always be like this
ceramic heart
cosmic bruise
lovesick in a hotel wildfire

chemistry begins with
orbiting the moon
he calls her a river

swallowing down mistakes
she cares a little less about everything now

blood on the mattress
young blood

breaks in the sun
mean pure dark is yet to come
--nightly things

as long as she gets by
despite the crushing weight of gravity
she will take swan feathers
and wedding days to bed

but never take the blame

Why do I stay on the bright side?
Because I fear the dark,
Knowing what it brings,
I find no peace in it.

Suggestion
Yes
Ideas
Yes
Backwards not forward
When did we allow this division?
Will we every be the same?
Who is to blame?
The answets
Remain

They'll hurt you darling,
But only if you let them.
They'll burn you down,
But only because you're beautiful.
They'll mock your song,
But only for the fact they've never known their own sound.
In time darling, they will love you as well.

I'd like to think,
That I'm an honored member,
Of the elite poetry society.
Though I know,
I'm a long way from that,
But make sure you save me a seat,
Because no matter what, I'm coming up.

We'd never call them losers
Because they couldn't stand;
We'd lift them up from off the ground
On worn out knees and hands.

We'd never call them fools
Because they wouldn't talk;
We oohed and ahhed with all their sounds,
And they did it as they walked.

We heard a blend of sounds spew forth,
Like spilled out alphaghetti;
They roared with oral prowess,
Like lions on the Serengeti.

As years passed, and they were graded
(And most certainly not by us);
They might return with D's and E's,
We'd never judge or fuss.

This is how we treated them,
Our children that we raised;
I hope that our puzzling world
Will forgive, forget and praise.

The young sorceress Baltra observed the stars above. She and her old friend Killian together discover something in the constellation Oscillain, The star dragon.  

" The Oscillain constellation has gained a star at the left-wing center mount. It does not belong there."  Baltra spoke from the observatory "Gaze heavenward" on the island of Cimsoc.  She has been there a year learning about the sky and all its wonderful mysteries. The observatory was built on an island where the sky seems to present itself the best. The darkness there made star watching a beautiful dream come true.  " You're correct Baltra. That star was not indeed there nor am I seeing it in any of the star legends." Killian was an old Star watcher and a great creator of maps. Using the sky above he was able to create maps and plot out directions for lost ships at sea as well as people lost on land.  " Killian there is a strange light pattern and sequence the new star is emitting." The new star begins to flicker and channel new colors of light.  Killian looked in awe at the star trying to ascertain if it was a star at all.  

Killian eyes so focused on the sky where interrupted by his ears that heard something in the surrounding beautiful darkness that star watchers loved so much. He then turned to Baltra to warn her whom already heard the sound herself and held her staff high.  

" Luminis Sados!!" Baltra's staff lit up like a bright moon revealing the horde of undead skull warriors.  Their eyes began to glow a dead verdant followed by howls and moans as they advanced forward.

where did these virtues come from?
the law is there to protect old money.

peace beside your thought, nation
god is a Gun.
so what is Man?

shame to isolate them
fear to motivate them
love to move them as necessary .



power likes
predictability .

I chewed through the streets to find you

up & down the avenues of hope

my burning heart raged with fire
when you were there

and you were all that I wanted,
all that I cared for

you brought out the potential in me
when others had shown me the grave

you released my creative freedoms
when others had me incarcerated

all others before you were mere
throwaways, a simple practice
leading up to you

but when the lust had dried up
and my yearn for your thighs
still watered,

I still cared for only you

its when you became the exact opposite
of everything you’ve ever shown me

that’s when the love became scarce:

I could not stand the sight of you
I could not fathom what you’ve become
I could not grasp what lurked behind those fiery eyes

we were once aggressive lovers of dark bedrooms
and now passive strangers on blue-grey streets


and when we cross each other’s paths,
you fidget with your knick knacks
and watch your soap operas

so, I must go
out into the cold
where it is winter
where it is always winter
where the harsh winds sting
and the frost bites as the snow storms
back where my heart still rages on
in the streets I used to chew
through.