Bristling branches brush the brazen boldness of summer kissed flesh
Scratching their stories across warm leather and black skin
Kissing the sun with its brilliant caricature smiling from the canvas of hair, freckled flesh and happiness
The winding wind pulling in the playful tangle of curled hair
Where cheeks blushed under exertion
Huffing breath like a prayer
The call too great
Like a sudden pain in the soul
The sound the rush the feeling of touching something that was real
Stays real even after the moment is gone
Tickling hairs of grass meet curious hands walking the hurried gate down into the rocky trail bed
Feet teetering on unstable rock-stone-steps
Tapping out the excited rhythm of her heart
In the meadow on the trail in between the trees
She was truly beautiful
A vision of free.

I can see the world in your eyes
Behind those thick frames is wonder
Imagination
Reality becoming something magical and at the same time all together real
Tangible
Magical
Beautiful in ways that others can no longer see
You child are something special
Something unique

I can taste what life should be from the way you smile
Fresh
Wild
Glinting in the sunlight like dew on bright flowers face
Oh you are the brilliant
Bright in the height of day

Deeper than the deepest
More vibrant than the colors of the brightest star
Just being who you are
I celebrate all that is you

Yes you
There Poet
I'm talking to you.

Marley once said that music could heal the soul
Those words I am not likely to rebute
For music moves
It speaks, and motivates
A landslide of symbolic aspirations
In the right place and time
Music can do more in one moment
Than medicine can in days.

It is more than me
It has touched even you
Yes you sitting on that glowing screen
You have felt it in your feet
Trembled in your bones
Echoed in your mind
And at times even in your sleepless tumbling rolling in the
sheets that specter that stops you from sleeping.

But I will tell you I have loved nothing as fierce
As completely
That should it stop
I would think so would my heart
I shut down like a robot with a glitching brain
Panting that last trembling note
Falling from my lips to echo in the sudden silence.

Yes even with death I could not part from it
For even dead my being would shatter into song
Ripping from the ether
Like a winding piano toy
I should sing yes
Even into my grave

Singing "A beach in Hawaii..."
Plucking that soulful song
Fingers sliding that beautiful rhythm calling you from beyond the grave.
The way music calls me everyday.

We spend our whole lives chasing a moment
That pursuit of happiness just beyond our reach
We never find it
That willful character is fleeting.
Flitting further from our grasp.
If only we would stop and listen
To the beating of feet on trembling ground
We would come to notice happiness can never be found
But experienced.

I want new love
That kind of new buzz igniting the passionate flames of freedom
Like Spanish fire
Vibrant
Reds, yellows, and white
Bold and over the top
That cinematic love that faceless wonder
Beyond the tangles of a painted world
Where the heart sizzles, crackles like oil in a hot pan
The acid rub of raw emotion that chews up the back of the throat
Till there is nothing left but that sensitive ache

Where tears are from joy, and pain
Two emotions so entangled that one knows no end to the other
Where "I love yous" are murmured in the quiet
Screamed in righteous fury
Garbled in shaking tears.
I want new love
Something that is truly real.

That makes bones shatter and the mind reel
Something that binds my hands and ruffles my wings
That poisonistic aphrodisiac
Not cupid on his euphoric wing
I want raw
I WANT REAL
That feel love
That everything

True love
That fantasy
That makes me feel like a princess
The poet, the queen

I need real love, new love, and true love
All those emotions in between
Not a solemn promise, with no fire, no mind, just game
Not the fake, or whispers of what could be
I need real love, true love, that kind that only feels.

If all I am is man
Then I want the world in my hands
I want the right to speak with words that echo
I want to posses the same rights of work, status
And objectify others to meet my own selfish needs
That when I die my spouse dies with me for they are worth nothing without me
May they bind their feet to satisfy my need to provide,  support because they are nothing but an ornament to my state
Let me abuse them with words and hand to meet my every demand
All that they are is mine
For I am man
A victim to my own sick pride.