and the music left babe
so I did to.

the notes drifted, listlessly,
into my heart. they wrapped around
every vein and muscle.
it moved me, closer to the edge.

I swayed softly,
and sauntered over to peek.
to see you and my ending, all neatly
written in. the chorus was sung.

I picked up the tempo, and got
the beat down pat. I missed the steps,
couldn’t fall in line. but your grip
steered me straight, and I followed the lead.

I danced to our song, and uttered the line
you fed me. the whole world rejoiced and
sang in it. the house was full of chimes,
and they played background to our laughter.

but slowly rust invaded, the notes quieted.
my veins were strung tight, and the chorus
didn’t match the tempo. the grip tightened,
and the lines I said were forgotten.

the music left me in house empty of life.
chimes were in my nightmares, and the songs
stopped me. my ending was erased when the
notes drifted out.

The only thing I did today…

I will never be one of the great ones.
She proclaimed, “Mediocre.”
I have licked the lollipop of
mediocrity, the sweetness pulled me in.

The never trying harder, became easier.
Laying down, lying about laying down.
I will go nowhere, and nowhere will
welcome me.

For I am as mediocre as any member
of nowhere can be. The machine of
dull people will **** me in, another
cog in slow motion doing nothing.

I will never be quoted, nor doted upon
by any hero. Never a leading lady
just the shadow around the spotlight.
Mediocrity is an evil friend,

one who I welcomed into my head.
No matter how much I plod him,
he never pays his rent.
Me and mediocrity are fated betrothed,

but no matter because I’ve forgotten
what light looks like. And striving to see
is forbidden by mediocrity and me.

one finger grips your life, and your
teeth grind together,
like the stone below, grating.
inside your heart the head is
beating, screaming to stay together.
but your green eyes,
they slip to the right and down,

"dont look, please baby."
I know you'll do it anyways because
they truly were my downfall.

and you exhale slowly, the sight
of death so close.
his warm breath, turns your cheeks
pink and your eyelashes flutter.
A final smile spashes your face,
the finger slips and you let go.

the black whole ***** me in,
sickly sweet it feels.
"The faithful will always wait."

the sentence you whispered,
in your death, to me.
tightened my face, it stopped
my heart. it made me miss you
and leave you in one fell sweep.
but I wait for you in faithfulness.

You buzz around my face
black fly.

the enemy retreats
and BACK again you come
to torture me on this glorious day

shoo fly don’t bother me

may I use your thousands of eyes fly? for
I have a pest that
wont leave me be

if you were me and I was you
                      fly
would you swat and swing at me?

Seasons
have become clocks
             tick tock
           heart beats
  
dancing through the
     veins of ancestors

   rhythms
beat the drum
             boom boom
             spring forward
    fall back
to the music
of nature
of life
of past, present, future of                                      
                                                                ­           seasons changing.

Branches grow but do we see them
Twist and turn
Which tree do you belong to?
I ask.
Which tree do I belong to?
I ask.
The scene of love transcends through
all beings
Passion filters up the new bark,
falling and filling each crevice.  
I dance in my own wind,
I turn
I cannot tell whose branch is whose
Smiles play tricks on mouths

The trees know,
they must.

Nights eyes wink
and twinkle watching me
The man with a cat grin
surrounded
by miles of black sea
I know this man, he has
been watching my whole life
always above
capturing
the dreams that
surface pop and fizzle away.

feather headed and stuffed among
crumpled clouds I lay  


What do you see man?
You have been looking for so long
and every night I wait too,
to look myself.