Birth pangs of a new era erupts violently no longer acknowledged by the one who lays naked upon the darkness. Soul fasting with anguish allowing his thoughts to carry on towards iniquitous perceptions cultivated from the depths of hearsay. Burying his beliefs deep within the dissipated center of his unconscious desires. His mind craving acceptance as his body endures brutal rejection; his spirit forsaken amidst the shadows of death all because he dared to be different.

Darkness cracked by the beam of
my halogen lamp, the glow illuminates
the emptiness within the night.

The blood drips from the ***** of
my fingertip, creating the shape of
a distorted rose on the dusty table.

The tip of my tongue stings
from the poignant taste of acrimony;
the depth of tender thoughts muted.

The words I desperately need remain
hidden within the convolution; speechless,
the silence wreaks havoc on my eardrums.

My pen is dry, the ink evaporated
from the inconsistent flow of diction;
these infatuations longing to touch the paper.

There is nothing so, I quietly wait.

The Spring equinox
cresting on the
horizon...

Hearts and doves
abandoned by the
poet...

He was tempted
to contact her
refraining for fear
of his echo...

The night is
becoming shorter...

So many things
they can do
that will remain
forever undone...

No whispers
Just silence...

So many things
they can say
that will remain
forever unspoken...

Eyes closing
bodies falling
into slumber.

It feels like I died long ago;
Waking to an unwanted revival.
Drenched from a flaming baptism,
Soaked in anguish.

Observing opportunities masquerading as
Angelic delights; the brood
Masking deception with discretion.

My spirit feels the curse rising from the ground;
My body collapses beneath the heavy rain.

Those desires to change the world
Deemed a misdemeanor; my sweet dreams
Cast upon the smoldering coals,
A wasted sacrifice of embers,
Ashes, and vapors.

Faint words of familiar sentiments falling
upon my heart and mind; the language
conjured spirits from my past.

I looked for the bottle
but all I could find was regret.

So much confusion within the chaos;
my flesh burns from the sting of scorpions,
they cannot understand what I've been through
nor will they understand what I am
putting them through.

It's beginning to feel like winter.

The intoxication fades,
we feel the subtle torment
of piercing venality.  
This pain leading us
to fields of unrequited affection;
Despondent emotions drifting
towards the center of night.
We are lost, stumbling
through the void into
these broken plains; those
untended fences damaged
by the force of storms.
Demons in the mist,
Phantoms trampling love;
T'is the nature of the season,
the epilogue of desires.

Influences of adversity
Pushing forward
Moving my presence
Towards absurdity
Music absorbing
The reverberation of
Negative thoughts
Ready to close
Weeping eyes and
Let spontaneity take
Control putting this
Reality on hold
Enormous chasms
Expands the distance
Between the seen and
The unseen
Leaping
Reaching
No fear
No thoughts
Soul riding winds
To the other side

The waning moon.

Winter breathing frost upon my pillow,
the pain all too familiar, heart beating…shallow.
Lying here, listening to the taps of frozen rain.
Dreams of hope, giving me optimism…feigned.

The morning sun.

I caught of glimpse of my reflection
more like a shadow standing in my direction;
Unrecognizable to me, the weary look of affection.

This day spawned within the night;
dawn becomes the dusk as I remain
in the light.

Another night reflecting…

Holding an old pen to calm these
Disgruntled thoughts, spilling on the
Filthy paper; awakened by the emptiness.

Remembering our quiet moments, especially
The casual discussions at midnight about
Nothing and the rain.

Missing the silence
Interrupted by our whispers and the secrets
We kept from the rest of the world.

Crumpling this memoir of disarray; set
Beneath a new lighter to burn
Within the flame.

Quiet hour,
laying nestled
beneath imaginations.
Her head resting
upon his memories,
the faint scent of
affection still lingers.
Recalling each frame
that formed their moments,
feeling the sensations
that guided their journey;
touching the pages of adoration
that once told, their story.

Quiet hour,
laying nestled
beneath imaginations.
Her head resting
upon his memories,
the faint scent of
affection still lingers.
Recalling each frame
that formed their moments,
feeling the sensations
that guided their journey;
touching the pages of adoration
that once told, their story.

A new equinox rests upon the horizon;
it seemed like it would never arrive.

The touch of a cool breeze
upon the nape of my neck.
Sending a chill along my spine;
goose bumps of impending excitement.

I find myself thinking about her
beautiful autumn eyes; wanting to taste
the pumpkin spice on her lips.

The smell of rain,
that subtle hint hovering
within a single cloud;
my tainted memories washed away.

The rooms remain empty:
Voices echo in the halls
from the lips of strangers.

Fairy tales into the night;
thoughts raising my spirit
from beneath its dreams.

Sleep eludes me again;
the new moon marks my heart,
condemning my wayward soul.

Clocks no longer ticking;
extinction hides in darkness
waiting for my eyes…to close.

Nocturnal twists;
stifled breathing.
Demons drowning
in fountain ink.

Voices echo from the halls
of distant memories;
the sky darkened by
the migration of shadows.

Love was found at
the height of appeal;
that moment of joy
arrived quickly
and deteriorated rapidly.

Life consumed the space
reserved for happiness;
the absence of trust
broke our hearts and
shattered our perceptions.

We know the question
and fear the answer;
wondering if we will see
another sunrise.

Adoration is searching for hope within the condensation. Maybe it’s time to say goodbye again; another disappearance from someone who said “I love you,” leaving a troubled soul in the midst of déjà vu. The patterns of time falling like heavy rain, saturating a life with poignant sensations.

The melody of your voice
hard to hear in the distance
the sound quiets gradually
vanishing into the blowing wind

The image of your body
becomes lost with time
as dusk turns to moonlight
creating faint shadows

The scent of your love
fades like the mist
leaving a dew of tears
on the surface of my skin

Waiting for the morning
to cease this endless night.
The seconds prolong
this enticing desire.

I long to touch
your beautiful face;
to see the sunrise
in your tender eyes.

Tomorrow is far away;
sleepless excitement magnifies
this excruciating wait.

I long to kiss
your beautiful lips;
to see your smile
light up the sky.

Sunlight dying on the
cold horizon; lingering adoration
within sentimental messages
from this blonde ambition.

Those wretched words
caressing my skin.

The bottle of
Tennessee Honey
on the dusty shelf.
The bitter
sweet memories
she left me,
kept on display.

A beautiful box
Placed on her pillow
Engraved with
His constant promises;
Coated with
His golden rules.

A small latch
Keeps something inside.

Her finger’s loving touch
Breach an opening;
Scent of escape flees.

Gold falls as dust
Engravings fade as vapor;
A beating heart
Revealed inside nestled
Within his written note
That reads:

*“I’m sorry.”

Summer is slipping toward reminiscence.
Moments no longer held tightly.
The days are nothing but mist upon the glass.
The sunlight no longer burns brightly.

Listening to the tides;
the mounting anguish along the shore.
Limitations brought about frustrations;
silently waiting for the knock upon the door.

We craved something different,
we received more of the same.
Our souls reached this beautiful place;
hoping the fates will grant us domain.

Our memoirs fading in the night yet
the stars remember our names.
Emptiness breaks our hearts;
the blood dripping upon the flames.

These moments are deteriorating rapidly;
the hours crumbling from hefty disdain.
Absence of time destroys a promise;
our love is brutally slain.

Maybe, we give in too quickly;
thinking so much will change.
Perhaps, we give up too easily;
believing the end comes with the rain.

Shattered against
The sky
Scattered across
The clouds
Beating tears
Along the pavement

She was a daughter of the Caribbean, a newborn star; she was the image of paradise before the fall. We met in the hallowed season, death haunted our days.  Her mind vexed by the turmoil; her spirit reaching for closure within the downpour of tears.  She touched me in ways unimaginable; this beautiful soul wishing I could see past her youth.  A grown woman wanting to spend her days with an old man.  I will never know what she saw in me; all I can remember is the joy of her hello and the absence of her goodbye.

The morning smells like rain…again.
There are some things that remain in question,
mostly bitter-sweet sentiments
masked as joy and happiness;
it is funny how the straight and narrow
road is really a circle,
the perceptions of progress are illusions
because the accompanying footprints are different.
Here I am taking steps back only to reach
the same plateau because hope kissed me
sensually on the lips;
different is not always better
just as love is not eternal

Raindrops…
The moisture on the window;
the weekend huddled beneath the blankets,
the only thing separating what is real
and what is perceived.
The constant tapping against
the glass is a beautiful symphony within the psychology.
I followed my heart towards the pit,
staring into the opening and catching the glitter
from a fading light.

Sunlight breaks through these gray clouds…
The less we speak, the more we learn;
there is an unsettled situation
within the correlation.
Something is amiss,
I cannot put a finger on this
point of quiet contention.
To remain in this abandoned shelter,
this place of insanity,
is the only hope of weathering
these frigid temperatures.
My lips are numb and my heart is cold;
I can see the sun and that’s all that matters.

We talked of travels;
Escaping towards the constellations.
Our plans to rise above the despair,
We both created.
Words touched by Shakespeare
Rested on our lonely souls.
Promises poured casually;
Drinks passing our lips.
Tongues tasting the bitter
And the sweet.

Once upon time,
there existed clarity.

There was no darkness and
there was no light.

Gods and mortals
gave birth to one another.

Death fed upon their
Truths and lies.

My nights were endless;
the beating of rain
reminding me of all
that I lost.

My hope exchanged
for contentment;
I surrendered beneath the
weight of unhappiness,
my soul suffered behind
a smile.

I met you from a distance;
I found you interesting, the fool
within me willing to ignore this gem.
You were tender poetry; my spirit
was mesmerized.

Frightened by the notion of falling in love
again; I needed to hear your voice, to know
you from beyond the veil of
an intriguing premise.

That moment of clarity;
removing the ambiguity that choked
my heart.  This feeling of absence defined
by your missing touch.

I need you.

Gentle rain
Falling softly
To the ground
Nature’s tears
Washing its wounds

Father Time
Writes his last words
Recounting his mistakes
Repeated
From his predecessor

Looking at Mother Nature
Sorrow in his eyes
His last two words
“Forgive Me”

His final embrace
Becomes vapors
Fading
Into the distance
Forever

On this night
No words, profound
Silence speaks within
Meditation; reflecting on
The memories indescribable.

The silver moonlight
it’s after midnight.

Hmmm…

Touching her curly hair
The secrets we often share

Shhh…

Conversations now faded
Moments of love quickly dissipated.

Standing along the seashore
holding an urn containing
the ashes of mistakes and regret.

The foamy water crests
beneath my feet as I say farewell
to these cremated memoirs.

Pouring their ashes
into the wind to drift
along the seas.

Making a vow
never to return
this place again.

She shares a promise
That her life
Will be different

Nobody believes
Her words

She is humiliated
By their laughter
And ridicule

Despair produces
Her tears

She waits for
The storm despite
Their flawed wisdom

Faith releases
Her mind

She sees the signs
As the summer heat
Touches the overcast sky

Anticipation cloaks
Her spirit

She feels the change
As the summer wind
Moves the sedentary landscape

Exuberance permeates
Her soul

She listens as the
Sound of thunder
Echoes her name

Love overcomes
Her pain

She smiles as her
Heart receives the
Warmth of falling rain

Moonlight,
touching the lingering night;
cool exhales on the glass,
catching the thoughts of
an insomniac.

Memories,
deeply rooted within the season;
a spirit grieves in turmoil,
the darkness weeps within
the chaos.

Remain still and…

Touch the wooden horse;
feel the ambiguous notions
of a celebration and a curse.

…take a moment to…

Look upon its predictions;
images of misfortune and pain
in the constellations.

… breathe and…

Seek a wish within a spell cast
on this new moon, to banish
the memories of the past.

…be at ease.