The cold moon breaks through the crevices
and where do I hide?
there's nothing to haunt my mind
but only the guilts inside.

Told not to venture into the night
I braved in the power of moonlight
where every shadow was a ghost
every dark nook a lost coast.

If I had someone with me
it wouldn't be all that scary
but I left them on the way
thinking I wouldn't need them anyday.

The loves I betrayed
the souls I traded
descended behind the tree
like the waning moon.

Before long the dark would devour me
knowing, I moved down with the moon
with none but the sighs on my side..

The derelict offered no place to hide.

The river will flow ceaseless
The sapling will be a tree
Will sing in happiness
The new you and the new me.

The sky will inspire a song
The birds will chirp in morn
Seasons will duly come along
Day and night will be born.

You won't know but we'll meet
Under the canopy of stars
Our love will again be sweet
Through all the blushes and scars.

We shall emerge anew again
Lost we never will be
Under the sun and pouring rain
There'll be a new you and me.

your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

how you love
the field and the buttercup flowers.

the meadow
and the chase
where love becomes fire.

and it is love

that has brought us here.

a heartache for you, dear doe.

a heartache for me, too.

are you bleeding your heart out
not to be with him
as i am not to be with her?

a prayer.

let the ghosts of heartache
rise in the mists of dawn.

let our heartstrings
stop beating to the same
sorrowful song.

doe in the first light of dawn.

Run to him!

(inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’)

the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what's become of us?

I have value
It comes from within,
I know it's enough
I feel it under my skin.

It vibrates from me,
The power I hold
I'm special,
I'm something to behold.

I know I'm sensitive
It's something I used to hate
But now I'm embracing it,
There's a reason I'm this way.

So I stick to my routine,
I don't want to give up
I may fall down at times,
But I will not get stuck.

If the night is half lit
and the silence is deafening loud
don't stop on the bridge upon Post Canal.

The shadows are rippling dark
and her water coiling snake
calls you to to take a dip.

It's shallow, says the phosphorent whisper
and the night too warm not to splash,
there's too much pain, the bridge creaks
leave behind, leave behind
you haven't anything to lose.

The winds buzz in your heart
disappear without a sound
nobody will know
nobody will care.

A few feet is not a great fall
and never greater than all the pain
you so silently suffered.

Once I stopped, tempted
almost inviting her to **** me in.

The coils rose and drew me in.

They said I jumped.

They could never know
I made peace with pain.

I've really enjoyed my stay
Brought tears of joy
To my day

I'd really would like to stay
But the flip of the coin
says , nay nay nay

You've all been so kind
Made it all worth
my time

But it can't be put off
a second longer
no time to scoff

Call me a supertramp
A hobo hologram
Call me anything
you'd like to stamp

Just don't call me
I'm the son of moonlight
Silent soft and free

I'm one of those guys,
I'm one of you all, the ones

to whom bread and circuses
sales and promotion
seem the dream job, be like…

Mike, right? Mikey likes it,
you should try a spoonful

of Life
from Quaker rooted mis
formed coops selling futures.

Make the connection, wireless.

Recall the Sleeping Prophet,
and make believe you believe,
become the seller of revelation,
Life,
hear, lend me an ear,
I'll take away the veil, you'll see.

Just listen to me, crossing the desert,
thinking just look at those stars,
this is all too beautiful to disbelieve.

Once done, once recognized as true,
down to the level of waves,
collapsing at a leaning ladder
with three steps,

proto Hebrew  logographic wisdom
knowledge understandable logic

Logos sophisticated sublime
revelation of the riddling
nature of all religions,
at the core connection,

deep down where soul and spirit
play one mind against the other,

to keep the exuberance down,
near the fundamental interpretation,

in a word to the wise, wagered
as enough to go all in on, one word,

thinkable top to bottom by any
with a link to thinking with science,
using, by right of knowing, new tools

for text used in laws and orderly
procedurals letting go courtly
rules regarding deference
to betters betting we lost,

while we have time in a klein bottle.

Past a certain point, life's news,
is reruns, and it never gets old,
the big reveal,
at the end.
My side won.