Often a joining of eyes can be seen
underneath the moonlight,
drowning all your words
like a wave
that has crashed
on love's own ground.  
Perception glances
off a fiery silence
until you ever so gently
slip outside of your skin,
surrender is found.

When you try and touch
that which you love,
sometimes empty wishes
are dropped on the coldest coast
until, you look around
see their sinking sand.
You dream of a home far away
find you are torn between the years,
with trembling fingertips
on your hands.

Can you remember the mystery
of the words “I love you”
when they are written
to someone who truly sees
how much you miss them?  
Or do you find you are waiting
as a child  
for something that comes only
when you sit alone
words pouring from your pen?

We were born on a day
when darkness got lost
while life opened up
spilled  the glory of grace
into our spirits,
cradling us in its arms.  
Here we discovered
truth lies on the ground
where clear-voiced flowers
sing the music of Mozart
inside an hourglass
safe from harm.

A joining of eyes can often be seen
underneath the moonlight,
two hearts that have traveled far
find a comforting silence
on love's own ground.
My eyes found yours
underneath the moonlight,
come into my arms
and find......
where surrender is found.

Tired feet
From hours of dancing
Sore eyes
His nights spent reading
Quick hands
Short time for typing
Bitten nails
Long day of stressing

Tired mind
From years of thinking
Sore throat
Nights of drinking
Quick lips
Small talk while smoking
****** nose
Bad decisions he’s making

Tired hours
He finds boring
Sore nights
Hearts are breaking
Quick days
A blink and their passing
Bottled time
With friends dreaming

Fall into her hollow cheeks
what is left of her helpless hands
bleed her until there is nothing left to bleed
climb upon her neck until she cannot stand

Roll your tongue in and out of her mouth
Plant your lies securely in her mind
leave her without a doubt
until herself she cannot find

So you move away and tread on water
cannot mistake the ripples
like cracked egg shells you break them
so loudly they echo in your mind
these friends once dogs
scatter off to a better find
no more loyalty in the face of fresh meat
I don't blame the hounds the smell is too strong
and the ***** too good
My fault for trying to find solace with
guitar boys in bands
I will always be a once lost sister
they speak of nostalgically when they meet another sister
someone they used to know
I havent changed; they have this place has, it is no longer home.
It just smells like it.
find bullet wounds in my guts
I am spineless
I ride myself on cowardice and pride
I have blood alcohol of 0.5
Theres nothing left but
pride pride pride
Oh Theresa you carry your bible so well
your hands haven't aged in this golden state
the orpahn by your side could use a meal though
the smell of dead animals and garbage trucks and burning
nothing like smoke that has lodged its way into your throat
you cannot un-lodge the dark black sticky stuff
its poison
gun blasts
I thought I could face it
I am a child  of nowhere

There was the oddest bloke
Who had a bath in Coke
He licked himself dry
And with a little cry
He exploded in a cloud of smoke.

You first touched my heart
When I was inside you
Then the gates opened
To a cold, cruel world
You counted my fingers and toes
But something else was missing
Maybe it’s in a picture book:
All those steps to climb
Rules to learn
Angles of pain
The animals collect dust
The bubbles burst
The night lights fade
The seashells lose their sound
The rocking chair breaks
The goldfish die
The mandala dissolves-
But visible bruises heal
Often I blame you for what can’t heal
For what’s inside of me-
The spiral staircase
But for all I know,
I chose you
Why?

it's the wind's whimsy
which is the way of water
that guides I, the smoke

Bahia,
I drown without waking from your dream.
Like silk you slide down over my eyes
and it is dark as it should be.
Should we,
before the dawning of demasiado,
tip toe accross the waves
to dance in the streets,
I believe you will have convinced me
once more,
beyond the shadow of doubt
cast by the swaying trees,
to sink in your arms as you sing to me.
Bahia,
dulce Bahia.