Goodbye.
Yesterday, tomorrow
the life before was.
I’ve met you before

                                                                                        as we sat down
                                                           i watched worlds align
                                                               in your movements
                                                                                  and stars become
                                                     black                                           holes
                                                                                      in jealousy
                                                              you are beautiful
                                                                                        you are beauty

we drank the night
to day;
dizzy, star-struck,
watching time stop
in our swaying movements

                                                                                                  too bad
                                                          she couldn’t hold her liquor
                                                              our drunken timelines
                                                                   intersected
                                                                       in stumbled
                                                                           introspect
                                                                                      skipping steps
                                                           i enjoyed
                                                                         our spinning thoughts
                                                                  and tongues sharing
                                                           aged language
                                                   alongside new bottles
                                                                                  until i was forced
                                                           to watch her phase
                                                                            in and out
                                                                                           of herself

that moon *****
must’ve had more
than she could handle,
because the next day
there was a new face
on her course,
wasting happy hours
shouting sad times
to morose microphones,

                                                                                         if you fail
                                                                                           to sing
                                                               your anger will
                                                                   leave you to scream
                                                                       and shout
                                                       similarities
                                                            stunningly simple

masking taxation of
tie-ins’ infusion inbreeding,
demonization of sharing similarities
left time socially awkward
and unacceptably indulgent
of the mindless self

                                                                                 tonight i will
                                                                       join myself in song
                                                it will be a hymn
                                                     rhythm saved by him
                                                          we’ll circle ‘til its begin

we’ve refin

Heart trembles on fingertips, yearning.
To extend a hand: MOMENTOUS
Our continents brush against one another
Later there will be great clashes between our oceans,
ERUPTIONS, our lands scattered and reformed.
But for now, with gentlest of touches
We draw our hearts to the surface. . .

Destroy and enjoy the meanings that are unknown.

I heard a waterfall crashing down suddenly
It was wrapped around a restless picnic of sorrow
Tears were shed for the boy that went missing ahead of the morning dew
The mourning shade often covers the vast array of lies in a lover’s last verse
And it loves to embrace the ends of the message unspoken.
Although salvation bleeds upon the reasons;
The smells moving cannot flow wild enough into the sinking reasons that are unknown
And the insane fragile moments release a certain fury,
That the tides cannot unleash in such a hurry!
The heavy load of mistakes in your overflowing mind
Must carry like the mist that flows through a vacant lot of bad luck.

God bless this atmosphere that I am trapped under
Like a rock stuck in a plain circle.
I chose to forget the waters that once made me so happy.
I got so far away from the numbing sounds that tried their best to **** the sadness,
Just so I could see if I could actually do it on my own. . . and you know how I listen so well.
You took the words right out of my mouth.

In this tight turning hour of chance
Strangers hold these sayings
That are stuck like four minutes for four minutes after eleven seven PM
And this gives me a stumbling southern draw that could collapse suddenly
In the sleeping yet impending doom that is waiting patiently outside of your mind.
I’m watching the shell to see if it fits or breaks when moved near the bear in the room
That would refuse the birds so violently yet greet and guide the ***** burnt sweat-stain
From the other side of the tracks edge inside for a cup of your finest tea.

Their ability to fail doesn’t worry me, so I climb to the top of the fights in the tree limbs.
All the while buzzing and shaking the bay that abused me
and stripped me naked in those tattered streets.

Hit rewind and get back to the obvious yet sudden shock
When women appeared softly
Then ripped the lovely big sunset out of your wanting hands.

When we meet a person we subconsciously inspect each feature
We intuitively notice flaws and perfections
the less we see a person the less our eyes renew the image in our minds
we focus so ******* reinventing an exact, lifelike image
causing it to eventually slip away
so we try harder, pushing the image even further
until sooner or later we begin to question ourselves
and a cloud of mist forms and impedes our ability to visualize
creating more distance between the memory and ourselves
and no matter how hard we resist
we gradually lose pieces of the face that will never reappear
and wish our eyes could mend the broken image
just one last time
no one has solved the mystery of how to capture this memory
or even hold it for eternity
so as victims we watch it slip away
we helplessly forget
and pray for one last chance to remember
not the ambiguous, blurred remembrance
but the clear, flawless one