i’m sitting in class, listening to the conventions of everyday noises, straining my neck to get in touch with the balance within that vanishes so easily. the snow is melting in my hair; the subtle coldness calms me, making it easier for the fantasia to settle. the thought of him continues to rush through me, and the euphoria tastes wonderful. he rests comfortably upon the greyness of my tired soul, so close and yet so far, but i guess that’s the allure of everlasting lust.

mar 1 16

My lifeblood is set adrift from the foreshore bottom land of Camp Creek .. To mingle with her fauna , patiently transfixed with the finality of life
giving sea ...Bound for the salted waters of coastal Georgia  , longing for the surety of the Atlantic's welcome embrace , for the solace of shrieking gulls , the camaraderie of sea oat and white sands , for the first rays of her morning Sun ...

a conversation in my head

It’s just a coincidence.
                                                              You sound more afraid than sure.
What defines us as the sane one?
The fact that you have voice in your head or that fact that I exist?
                                                                                   The fact that you exist.
And I’m not just a figment of your imagination.
                                                                           Then that makes me insane.
*Precisely. This is a slippery *****, my friend.

A second degree flight
Flown caution to the winds
Heaved from the lungs I’ve blown
In case the scrapers came crashing down
Those towers, see those towers
Far into the distance
Twinkling at the murmur of dusk
Sparkling with the ray of sun bright
A second degree estimation
To the gratification swelled on my tongue
My heart is tumbling, I swear it is
Those crisscrossing lines, paved lives
Changed minds and hesitant differences
Revolving affection and careless individuality
A Clementine held snugly in my palms,
It tasted so sweet and crisp,
Like the way the sky felt
Warm and orange on my eye lids
As I listened to the shift of a new beginning

Sometimes I don’t want to think
About the time you lost your shoes
And they flew in the air, the wind
Catching them and carrying them
Far away onto the road,
The way your socks soaked
On the wet pavement, you hair
Unruly and wielding sublime turbulence
I don’t want to dare recall
The stunning life sparked in the hearth
Of your eyes, there was so much flame
I think it could have lit the entire sky,
And with each swing of your head
Fire wood stashed blazed inside your head
Drinking in the present scenery
At the way the world seemed to be
Singing to you again,
And I’ll watch from afar, for I have run
In the opposite direction,
If too close, lightening will frighten
And bruise the sublime pearl of sky,
I’ll replace the succulent, gentle wind
As the heat which your head used to
Lay in my broken heap, perhaps
Far apart, we can coexist
Without ripping each other apart

my head has gone dizzy
remarkable flashes of serenity
drenched with the slightest shift
in my trade of comprehending
the slightest smirk hinted at the lips
blue eyes, whirlpools and tides
the drizzle of laughter and words
which spill and fly,
floating around in the atmosphere
three dimension folded and cut so smooth
not the slightest gap, complexion so simple
just to hear your thoughts ringing in the air
a pleasant annotation to the brightening horizon
a singing wind chime, strung with sea shells
that’s all I will let myself do,
to listen to the luminous chime