Your eyes smile
My heart sings

Your arms like tree limbs
My roots grow weaker

Your skin like velvet
My face red as dawn

Your smile is warming
My soul responding

Your heart
My heart
melding together

A silver film

Covers the iris


A brilliant abrasion

Shrouds the throat


A plight of lacerations

Cover the corpse


There was always

A cry for help


She was always

Drowning in sadness


But you never

Know what you have


Until It's dead and gone

Noble warrior

covered with dust

He doesn't dare to

let you see him sweat


Persistent warrior

with wounds severe

He puts up a smirk

to fool our minds


Passionate warrior

with eyes fixed on target

His gun steadily aimed

a moment frozen


Victorious warrior

with a triumphant grin

Formidable opponent to ashes

His heart is right again

I hope she loves you,
more than I did.
I hope she holds you,
when you cry.
I hope she never,
makes you say goodbye.

I hope she notices,
the pictures you draw in the sky.
So bright,
so new,
so true.

I hope she loves you,
and you love her too.

I hope you see her,
and remember how lucky you are.
Remember how she puts the light,
in every single star.

I hope you kiss her,
kiss her nice and slow.
Slow enough to let her know,
you adore her.

I hope you notice every single word,
the way his lips move.
The way she never stirs.

They're so perfect,
in their perfect little way.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
finally finding their place.

They've had trouble,
but they're on their way.
The way to happiness,
a little bit each day.

I see them walking,
side by side,
hand in hand.

I wish it would've worked,
the way that I had always planned.

You stepped
Deep into
  The waters
   Of my soul

Patiently you searched
For the precious
     Stone

You found it
Warmed it
  Caressed it
And gave it
  To me
Unselfishly
  As a gift

And now
  It is ours
    And we call it
        Love

the doubting,
strangely enough won't **** you.
but what will,
and very could, is nameless.

or, it does have a name.
sometimes we simply deny it,

quietly arranging our lives around it,
while it dwells
deep, beneath, dormant,

yet somehow still over our own heads,
cloud-like, but heavier still.

where is this place?
inside of the earth,
inside of me.
my security, that is
supposed to be a cognoscente

well versed on intruders,
or even worse,
those who wish
to see nothing there at all before their eyes.