Reclusive solitude dances
     To thunderous claps;     entrances.
Swept with tears of life, you pause.

                         Receding stasis

Encourages your somber cry-

A timeless echo
                       In other words,
                                                 Goodbye.

There exists a place on earth
Where one can find true peace
A place away from stress and pain
A place where all of it will cease

For some, it's near the ocean
That a calm can always be found
The waves carry all the stress away
With that familiar relaxing sound

The coolness of the water,
And the warmth of sunny rays,
It doesn't take very long at all
Before the world melts away

For others it's the forest
That sets their mind at ease
The world feels completely still
When you're surrounded by tall trees

The air somehow feels calmer
It smells remarkably fresh
Some birds tweet in the distance
And your thoughts again can mesh

So often we get caught up
In the worries of the day
We forget to worry about ourselves
And take some time away

So whether you go alone
Or with someone you hold dear
Make sure to find the time you need
To make your head feel clear

I once found the moon in a forest
of fir two hundred foot tall,
it's face being lovingly polished
by fish in a silver pool,

the water was deep like a riddle,
as dark underneath as the pine,
I swam like a thief to the middle
but that slippery silver
                        refused to be mine.

I miss the hours we would spend talking,
being open and honest and free
I miss how my heart would breath a sigh of
relief because you brought me peace

I miss the feeling of hope and happiness
and how with you I always felt content

I miss you

I miss the hours I would spend lying
by your side tracing the lines upon your skin
I miss the way you held me close enough
to hear your heartbeat, I wish I could hear it again

I miss you

I miss you every minute of everyday
it’s an ache, a sadness, an emptiness
that doesn’t ever go away

I miss you

My city is not built of walls,
But memories cemented by senses.
A Colosseum of an evening;
Of rustling sheets and the smell of ***,
Bright strawberries and smoke on my tongue.
A Forum of conversations,
Of late nights sat on steps,
A little worse for wear.
Piazzas and Palazzos
Of dinners and nights.
Each stone a touch, a look, a kiss
Until our city is as eternal as this,
Populated only by me'
Watching it crumble.

20 years is to long to wait.
Such a long wait.
You said, you got to wait for me!
And in a way I believed
That's how it ought to be.
But No. It isn't
20 years is to long to wait.
A year maybe,
Because one year don't last forever
As we both have learned.
But sorry my dear
Twenty years
it's such a long wait.

she always crossed the street so suddenly,
she would stand right on the curb as cars flew past her.
she wanted to drop out of high school.
run away, and just live her ******* life.
she hated being tied down to something or someone.
she taught me life shouldn’t be taken so seriously
and to live in the moment more often.
she was this mysterious, fearless girl
who wanted nothing more than to figure out this huge ****** up world.

All my love
Never added up
To more than zero,
And I have zero rewards to show for it.

All my love
Never gave me
A thing
But songs to sing
All by myself.

And all my troubles
Remind me of love
That sting so sweetly
And grow numb with time.

Your nature, overwhelming.
With the exception of your “Big Easy” vibes?
For now, let’s accredit it to your welcoming charm.
The one that told me it was normal to have a sleepless night.
You turn saxophones into soft lullabies
And celebrate a selective variety of anything.
You have alcoholic tendencies.
And privacy really is an illusion with you.
You do not have strangers.
Family is what makes sense.
You’re beautiful.
Unique.
Eccentric.
And blue.
You’re comfort.
Fun.
Inappropriate.
Sin.
You’re love.
Beautiful.


You are my sweet New Orleans.

I can feel their gazes
the strange look on their faces
their eyes black and still
and when I look at myself
mine just trace the cracks
I can feel their gazes

the sun heats the ground
my forehead sweats, it aches
I stumble on nothing, I fumble smiles
the sun heats the ground
and I fumble smiles,
and I stumble on
nothing

behind me, behind me
goosebumps, on my neck
under my blue fleece jacket, and scarf,
hands in, and out, of pockets
such inconveniences when I need to hold them
behind me, behind me

the air sings?, flattening each note?
the atmosphere, gets,,, caught,
in my, grasp, in my,,, lungs,
behind me?, behind, me?,
I can feel?, their gazes,
?smiles?, I fumble, on,
?and I stumble on,
nothing

In my throat you have taken root-
The radical violates my lips
Gouging my smile until teeth are broken
Its humid tendrils drop black soil in the cavity of my lungs
The bark of the ***** startled the rabbit
All this reflected in the eye of a raven

Firstborn:
How have I known thee?
Surely it is not our first meeting you and I spring
Come and gone are the lifetimes
Past eternities we have known:
In which we ran naked through the orchards
Sleeping beneath a sky of stars innumerable
A sky still ****** of smoke

I walked in the cool evening
Two dogs at my heels
When we met
I was born and the words were dammed up
The flute of Pan was played as in moonlight we lay
Unafraid Spring and I

Who hath sculpted mountains?
Wind and water are the paint and brush
Stone and flame-Ice and sea
Lightning dancing cloud to cloud
Surely Thor's begun to weld
Upon the anvil of the sky

What is poetry to a flower
A single petal gives justice to a thousand lifetimes
Oh to be
In the vein of a leaf
Or the one running blue o'r your thin wrist

Be still and listen
For a night
For a day
God sings a song of Spring
Love not thyself