Infinity is contained in a decimal.
Time speeds by,
and yet a moment can last forever.
The infinite within the finite.
There are a billion possibilities within you.

green tea:
cool and mullen,
on my tongue,
reminds me to breathe

autumn mist rises
across the glazen waters
through the aspen grove

freshly yield, grass mown
green the smell, like warm summer
brings me back to earth.

Light runs the edge sharp.
A glance could slice your eyes.
The blade melts through air like hot iron;
with a deadly silence it glides,
until neck exposed, a head is claimed.
And the crows sing out their mockery

wee spinning spider
her webbing the line of time
laced with dew like pearls
the world magnified in spheres
I am caught in the beauty

A little bug stares at me, eyes unblinking.
Should fear determine death be your fate?
I'd rather try to understand you.

Gust of wind;
so full of hope,
so full of promise.
A sickening sweetness-
turning up the dead leaves.
They catch in the cobwebs
of my idle mind.

when 21 is mentioned
what image does that evoke?

perhaps party goers
and late night clubs

not

birthdays sober
in your bedroom
boarded up

alone I am, and will be 21 soon
wish I could say
that I wont spend it in my bedroom

baby yellow rays of sun
fresh from sleep they wake
and shine softly upon
the crusted snow
crystals crunch beneath my boots
like a crème brûlée

Being but men
what softness know we
tough it up
**** it in
let out not a peep

what do we know
of gentle
and fair

fear to be fair
how can it be fair
rip out your heart
strip your chest bare

Tender soul
what do you know
of grit
and glory
yet you make me whole

my river's run dry
eyes that can't cry
I need you so
help me to grow

being but (a) man
a softness I seek
hold me close
lie me still
let me be meek

Midnight excursion
Streetlights of gold
So many treasures
The darkness unfolds

Silver leaves illumed
By the moons ghoulish glow
How many secrets does
The darkness know

Diamonds that shimmer
In the vast blackened sky
What next to this in
The darkness am I?

Billows of wind
frame her outline
like silken drapes

Locks of scarlet
dance and tangle
under the broad brim
of her navy sunhat

Palm extended merily
grasping to the rails
she leans over the salty water
waving her fair-wells

O' this image of delight
i pray the sea be gentle
let her not know of the
fierce bite of bitter waves
or of poseidon's lustful greed

Her tongue rolls                                    
    tipped with paint                              
the strokes she speaks                
forming living colors      
    
                                hot lava

         melts me to my core            
                
                            dripping                            ­  

                       from the corners of her mouth                    

                                    watered with her kisses                    
           The seeds she whispers          
                                 bloom inside my chest                                                  
           vines wrapped around my heart

Poetry is found in the incoherent thoughts.
like a needle jumping across boundaries (grooves)
a wave pattern, synonymous with the beat of my heart.

A door stood closed to me.
I knocked; no answer.
You gave me the key
Then forbid my entrance.

–          –          –

I was dying of thirst
You poured me a glass
But forbid me to drink
    
–          –          –

How can you act surprised, that I persisted?
How can you claim betrayal?
Why would you lead me on-
only to take away my hope?
What you are is cruel.

I leave the strong weak
I stop many in their tracks
My presence is contagious
I'll give you a heart attack

Give me an invitation.
Yeah, you can be the host
I'll eat you up from within
Looks like you seen a ghost

Parasitic emotion
Only care if I survive
Surround you with commotion
Hypothalamus joyride

Adrenaline is pumping
Breathe in and out fastpaced
Heart begins a-thumpin'
Muscles staining just in case

I treat many on their deathbed
And some I give a high
Others I make drop dead
So tell me,

What am I?

Our time is up
The string is taut
I hold the scissors
Ready to cut

You read cheeper by the dozen once
and fell in love with a red head.
Now there are twelve of us.
Are you happy?
Is this what you really wanted?

I can't say childhood has been great,
knowing all you are is a number...
"hello I'm number 7"
lucky me.

They weren't ready for us.
I think dad hated me.
The neighbor next door seems nice.
He was the old grandfatherly type,

At least until he had you groomed...
Once he revealed his taste for children
it seemed too convenient for a little pig
to live next door to the big bad wolf.

Dad said I should have known better.
He told me that the wolf was
"too kind to a kid like you"
and that he
"gave out too much candy."
I should have known.
No one is ever that kind or sweet...

We moved,
and just kept moving.
Only ever a year in one spot.
I never made friends.
I had too many secrets,
and I was scared
they'd find out.

At 17 I got away.
And the secrets started slipping.
I was too tired to carry them anymore.
There wasn't anything to lose at this point anyway...


L
G
B
T
and a dash of
s
u
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c
i
d
e
They say I'm hell bound...
Sounds like fun.
At least I'll get to live before I die.

Rock, tall, edged,
and slightly warn by the sun,
forms it's curve around the bank like a gentle hug.
This layer of privacy from the rest of the ocean.
This our own escape from the rest of the world.
I would watch you from the shore,
as you'd jump with the waves,
feeling the sand hot between my toes.
And you beckoning me to join.
You'd claim to be a king,
asserting your dominance over the sea.
I couldn't help but laugh when the waters overthrew you.
The hours we spent there, seem so distant now...
I miss laughing on the beach with you,
and all the sunsets we watched.
What became of our little swimming cove?

I broke
After so many years of silence
                         I broke   ,------,  ,-------,
And everything came flooding out
                    I broke    \              /
Into a single desperate act of defiance
             I broke          \ /
A screaming, yelling, piercing shout
I broke
It wasn't enough to right his wrongs
I broke
But my fear left me that day
I broke
in that moment I became strong
I broke
And I no longer will be his prey

We ran to the play fort,
that sits in the backyard.
under the shade of trees,
where little veils of light find their way
through the curtain of leaves and branches.
it was there you stole a kiss from me,
but i would freely give them all to you.

The conch shell knows my secrets
I whisper them to her
and she repeats them back to me
in the melody of the sea.

What is life, but a reflection of our innermost desires.
What do you see in that mirror?
Sometimes my mirror becomes foggy,
and I can't see anything.
Sometimes I don't like what I see.
Sometimes I wish I saw what you see.
But then I remember,
we ascribe our own meanings to life.
And I want to choose to be me.

You, me, and the clover field
stretched out under the sun.
In the blue, clouds intertwine,
just like our fingers.
I can't help but admire your face,
breath and breeze harmonize.
You look so beautiful.

Give them a chance to be on your side
preconceived notions tell you to hide
but,
opening up may yield a surprise...
even still,
what if abandonment i was right to expect?
what if the truth leaves me shipwrecked?
wait,
maybe now is not the right time
should i stay mute and continue to mime?
no,
why is it that this is so hard to say,
the thing about the matter is... i'm gay.

the little odds that i hold dear
keep me hanging on.
the piece of hair tucked behind your ear,
and dancing to our favorite song.
the tenderness in the corner of your lips,
when a smile creeps onto your face.
the feeling of our touching hips,
when locked in tight embrace.
those nights with you under the stars,
or in the early morning air.
the things that keep me going are
the times with you my dear.