Somedays I just want to sit
At a coffee shop and think
About all of the thoughts I’ve yet to see
All the skies I’ve yet to be

I dream of a world
Where you hear my words
Letting me wander until my oceans run dry
And then in your arms up stream hold still
And onto everything grasp
As if in every river you wanted to dive

Jazz I love
perfect sidewalks, like
but you are the epitome of life
in a daily stride walking there beside

I could
certainly

Less than sun and more than sky
Which holds above the clouds untamed
More wild and freely kept than these
The rugged lylac enthused hillsides
Just beyond my reach
Which as a child ever passed me by
And nowso you are more to me
And will ever be such
Most wild and free beside
Me

Walk under the stars
Wake under the sun
Swim under the water
And play beneath your someone

Smile when the crows gather
And laugh at crowds who call you anything
Because you are not that-which is in chains
But as free as all of these things are above

It is right
And no wonder that I saw
And wrote you as starlight

Because I cannot touch you

And I need a loving vision
Alive and learning
And closely burning

Not at a distance
And for that, I'm not sorry

Sorry

Heavy is nothing
This no weight being your graceful self
When defined and falling from the heavens felt
But am lost upon impact
And in these splashings all around
My head is awash in the ends of summer
With just these droplets of youall anew

The deer, for one
Know better than to fraternize with humans
And their mechanistic ways
With coffee and love and oil to burn
Les their own natural pattern be disturbed
And lost
In our perceptive order and ignorance
Of the ways of the turning world
Beneath our very feet
They'd better not
Learn

I remember you    like my last breath
      Always
   And           Yet never
Fully aware

Love is a dance ... not a chase
And both partners need to step up
And do the ultimate about-face
And
Embrace

I want to move you like a day
well remembered
from afar

Short and sweet
your heart to shift
your eyes to reach for another star

My hope is always in 'suchaways'
presented so as not to find
or be guilty of wanting less

I express and play
with the vision just beyond my own

To show you, see you
move enact
such is my desire today

As I want to move you not so far away

If you knew me, you'd know
And in such feelings be felt
More than a stranger passing by
More than a simple smile
Or an almost unexpected sound

In the real you would live
And out with expectations you'd breathe
Until your lungs were filled
With more than just speculation
And your thoughts were more honestly bound
(By such realism) and no longer free

And if I began wandered here less around
Without the knowing's of so
And in my mind decidedly worried less
And started more committing to find
There's no knowing where or here or when
Our future together would commence to go

All I know is that this and in this way
(Towards the sky)
We must both more than wish in order to grow

But then again, if you knew me …
You'd know

The snow light bright lays down beneath, looking up at these blues, with your brown eyes so deep and bright. And time, time is but a memory felt within a dream of oneself. And in believing this found therein our reflective sight.

Breathe in the stars each night
Like fireflies
To give my heart the company it needs
To beat and with pattered wings flee

Waiting patiently. Hoping to catchup with the most honest time. The kind which chimes but doesn't turn, more than a second at a time. The kind which doesn't know how to lie, even when it's meant in kind. I see you now. I see you in goodbye. And I'm gladly rid of your hypocrisy. Nice try.

Talk about a lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting impression.

There are days when love is deeper than oceans
Running faster than faucet rivers at a head
And rolling quicker than wheels over hills and sleds through snowy dales intact

And then slower days of not (in love) arrive
With a scorching sun that never sets
And a chilling mournful eye in the night sky

My guess is that
In love we are tides
Simply unaware of our own comings and goings

How we ebb and flow until we die
In love

I reject you

Oh modern soulless

Hallow chest of a shell

Plundered socially left

And more negatively right

The swipe I say

Is a curse at best

On the men of this

No longer protruding

Less West

When conversations grow darker than night skies cold. And the tree leaves on the breeze fail to whisper the truth. What happens then, after Summer, so far away from the Springtime of youth? I don't know, but ergo Autumn. And with this quote end. Just as the rocks below look up to the sky above. Marylan spoke my mind in synonym that day, and so I'm through with love.

Bumped into your words the other day
In a distant mall of a shopping dream
A little desire, a lot of forget
And I was off again on a spree of me
Unthinking in regards to what you were actually saying
If and when again
And again

war
once declared
turns out a deck to find
cut a pack fiercely into
and with the next flip missed
then another, and another, all aligned
discover that there are no more ladies left
to be found in such empty hands as these, no
here - there be only jokers left alive

Youth is forever to be desired

And fleeting and admired

And pitied and constructed

Into something more or less

No not so much



Youth is imperfectly young and lovely

Stupid and whole in its incompleteness lost

Just as downwardness is down

And skylight heat tries to rise


Youth is only you

So long as the youth

Within you

Is alive

A canvas is a conscious thing
Which holds no lies but hands with truth
Just try and hide from a single strike
A single stroke of brush to be
Once there it will never be without again
Once aware you'll never unsee the colors again
This is the nature of paint
Or at least one of its many mothers
See?

The best way to get over yourself
Is to start climbing
To stop thinking
And to start seeing yourself as
Something truly surmountable

Create
   Are you happy now?
Escape
   Are you something now?  
Engage
     Are you lacking now?
Erase
   Are you nothing now?
Replace
   Are you growing now?
Keep pace
   Are you fleeing now?
Change face
  Are you about now?
Embrace
   Are you joyful now?

I told my heartbeat not to beat
To hold its breath in quietness
And keep its chest in evenness
I told my heartbeat not to beat
And yet it has betrayed me still
By not being even but in a mess

[at seeing you]

One day you'll walk
Though the same old door
Into a world unchanged
Only to discover the truth

That nothing is ever the same
That no second ever failed to fly
And that all is the essence of obvious
Even you