The trick is not a trick at all
     Of self
           Of other
                 Of wanton desire
But in thIs and therein the I
Never be what err you cannot
And never have a reason to lie

And then one day
   When the sky’d had enough of it winded and vitriolic shame
With eyes wide as well mouths
   Looking down from the most inhuman skies abound
On that one day
   When the world wouldn’t stop for even a second anymore

It rained

Feeling the winding springs beneath
Gravitational pull indefinite
Might leave now
Definitely

Near not
Nor want of desires am
Be told as much by their fathers
Less
For fear of a girl expecting more suns
For expecting stars without such burning
Infinitely falling duress

We are not them
Human which tears apart parting flesh
Nor timeless clocks or flea ridden pests
When wondering in east
Be confounded by the floundering boundless this
That we are but men
Infused with Gods lost compasses

Near not, you’ll find
That behind the guise
We smile and acquiesce

Words can never hold you
Like immortal arms can try
Or comforting words can pretend to keep
Everlasting as the books which fall short of life

Much emphasis on this mortal can
This inevitable, always, will try

Humans, right?

Coffee smooth as scotch and butter
Tea to last an hour past
And wine as vineyards stretching out
Let's drink until the cows are stars
The comets turn cold coming home
As a shipping roost will do for us
Let's drink not though we must

The moonlight serene
Looks both different and differently at me
Through these Hemlock wings alive
And the summer breeze perspective
Flying above us with its free embrace
Whispers a painted picture of forest green
Into your ears the essence of my dream
Of which you are of part and parcel
A major reoccurring being
You, and this new moonlit scene

Humans, we are who
Being of sound voice and full
Speak often not of
And more so now than ever
Of that which is nothing new

And then suddenly
Like the dawn, she was there
And my face alight with a joy so bright
That she was even more radiant
In the second sun of my reflected
Impervious to shadows and the nets they weave
I am glad that I waited through the night
To be greeted by my dawning eyes such as these
I am glad

When you are in Texas
The storm feels closer
The grass feels more vibrant
Not greener, but strong
And the cool wind blows
In a proud feminine way
Unpredictably beautiful

When you are alone and in Texas
You are peacefulness embodied
Tranquility on the edge of both war and throng

A wonderful feeling of being and belong

I hate the morning
Love the shadow eyes
So much
That I often forget to
To see the light of day
How bright it is
To feel
Amazed

The body never truly falls
Be it completely forward or back on itself
Because the body is so much bigger than just the one
Made up of ones nonetheless

When one man stumbles
Though it may reflect in small and personal pools of running water beneath
His falter is not of the body, the whole
For we are as one, and made up of ones
And when one man stumbles in his walk
Another man will always be there
To step up and catch his fall

For as he was in full, once one
Now we are in full, many as one

With him our unity never truly falls

Not to be found
But reaffirmed in mind
As no verse will ever lift you up
Or bear your cross quite like
Christ

One more day
One more breath
One more second yet to pass by me
In exhaling exuberance of life and living fast
I am tired of seeing
And by roadsides existing
Not stopping to smell thoroughly
Such quiet flowers by the wayside
Passing myself by
This is me

Deep beauty
Steady silence
And ripples stirring into waves
Unchurning days besought with shadows
And a shying sky which looks
And gazes longingly beneath
At each of these
One blue, one clouding grey
Begotten eyes

Only to see what I can see
At the end of whipping, curling, line

My barefoot sand
And rocky outlook
Blinded by the trust in being
Feels beneath
And over the edge
Of falling for you once again
From the feeling of this am I
No longer fleeing

Do you feel, do you think, do you pretend for, and still hope to be? Do you try, do you want, do you wish for, and occasionally plead? Do you shine with vibrant wonder, and in dreams cool resolve to be? Free from the sake of those waiting upon you.

Do you still wish to fall?
I'm sure you do. But for me?

The most beautiful essence of memory
is the breeze.

The most powerful beat of the drum
is the heart.

The thunder paints colors in my ever clouding head,
and rumbles to be heard once again with ease.

In all of your astounded ears, surreal, would you please?
I wish to be whole and not in part.

A wish is just the absence of a realization.

Just as the night is just the absence of the sun, which ignites our minds to breathe.

Just as I wish that I'd realized this sooner.

Yes, even I am susceptible to life itself.

Espdcially me.

Golden strings
Worn thin and brown
Like hair once let
From ponytail down
Around fireside
A plucking keep
A look by flames
Ignites in me
A song
A song
To keep

No one knows the color of the sky
Our rods and cones decree it is
An abundant place
With waves of clouded wishes warm
And cold hard truths
When it rains and often storms

And yet know one knows the ways in which its true colors go
And show
And show