a sweet spot glinting*
of rippling heights
*keep it close

two dimples yawning
dormant far too long
earthquake spilling golden

reminiscing in sweet memories
savoring the laughter, cheeks
sore from laughter
and hearts flushed with
warmth and desire
and with these memories
often leave a bitter edge
a yearning for it
when it's all not
quite
true

A flume of cloud dust
Residue left by the particles
Or another wrought arm
Shoulder to shoulder
Head to head
An elbow grazing
Eyes averted as if
To mean nothing
Petals like stolen pebbles
Left on the marble countertop
On the waning afternoon light
A warm grey and mystifying echo
Sometimes my hands tremble
Skipping the stones
The flower tucked behind my ear
And a void of fear
Underneath the surface
Which has iced
Over the absent years

I just can't sleep on some things
on certain nights*
especially that one thing
about hearts being
intertwined
some with barbels,
and some with warmth
it's just a matter of fate
to find the one
*which ache

the engine startles, the headlights flicker on
the soft spatter of rain a murmuring lullaby

the ceaseless roll of pavement
getting ****** underneath

the winds brush in a scatter of melodies
picking stray locks of hair

the descending sun a ball of scorched orange
a cigarette bud in a whirl of ash and smoke

music tumbling from the radio
filling the empty leather seats

no other headlight permeate the reflections
just pavement and trees and churning sky

outstretch an arm and cradle the twilight
hum sweetly in lone companionship

a forsaken breath
sliced like shadows
a dreadful weight
flung into the mess
how easy it is
to fall to the blackness
how exhausting it is
to watch from afar

perhaps she doesn't know much else
lifting her feet flagstone by flagstone
and breathing with a fierceness
which trailed behind her gaze
she fumbled under the twilight haze
mumbling with half shadows and half light,
her life captivated by half truths and half loves
stranded on an in-between
like coral reefs and rolling fogs
she dreamt of a life of absolutes,
crooning with morning calls,
so deliberate in their musical merit
yet she walked with half steps
and lukewarm indignation,
her reach falling short by indecision,
So she anchored in what unearthed her heart
with fantastical reads and splash of color
and afternoon gold-drenched walks
she yearned for a full truth, a clarity
yet little did she know the coral reefs
housed by far the most beautiful
of creatures

two notes of laughter
interweave like stream water*
trickling and shimmering
two voices who
love one another

a companionship
which eludes my grasp
trembling and sinking
I stand feeling like
*an alien

I see white, I see nothing
yet tugged behind the corners
where dust may began to collect,
I know that light and color
is brimming, waiting to race
onto another dimension
of timeless captivity,
I see white, like a thick haze
and it petrifies my bones, locking joints
into an empty embrace,
so now, trudging through the timeless echo
I know that the time will come
for the blankness to implode,
for the spirit to by spurred forth
like that of mourning widow
seeking revenge on the docks
of an alien shore

I can't sleep tonight
Because I realize
What I should have
A long time ago

stuck high, high in a fog
glistening bulbs, whispering
reminiscences of gold and pinks,
of blues and greens,
wading through a marshland
crisscrossing streaks of dreams
wishing upon a falling star
rustle of trees, savoring the breeze
the sweet, crisp wind and icy glares
melted, blasted into watery gazes
with the grinning avalanches
and warm, warm smile,
a mystery, a marathon mystery
twisting through woods
and bridging mountains to the next
a marathon mystery
an ongoing memory

I picture myself with an army
An army with strife and vigilance
An army crooked next to the snaking pearl shoreline
Filling the air shimmering with good vigor
I imagine an army bristle with accordance
When a dragon take its destructive toll
An army marching the vast grassy planes
An army with cook pits twinkling at night
As if gazing onto a heavenly hearth
I want to lead an army who wouldn't think twice
About letting down their swords when the
Fight needs not to die
An army of ordinary men
An ordinary tale
Marching when their need is high

An army of what?
An army of whom
Simply an army of ordinary minds
Simply an army of extraordinary minds

a storyteller, the odd girl*
who rested her head in the cold sand
smiled a weary, weary smile
What is it, she asked
how about a tale, one of the gods
and a gallant hero
She smiled, teeth showing
as the water covered her face
How about one of the sea, she replied
A tale of the sea?
Yes, and how it connects all the continents
With the sea, I can go anywhere
And I'll give you a hero,
Not so particularly gallant
Yet wisdom of Sun
the Sun?
Yes, silly, the tale is the Sun and Light
And how they existed side by side
As two halves meant to be
Yet their cousin, Life
Grew dark and heavy in envy
And became the sea
To drown their love
Yet Sun, in all his glory
Felt pity chip in his fiery rays
And with an explosion of power
Brought the inferno from within
Of Life's deepest throne
And brought forth liquid fire
To spew across that of Life's watery bodice
Oh, how Life was infuriated
And howled with rage
Yet soon...soon Earth began to mold
And soothe Life's churning ways
Earth was beauty of green
And she spoke most eloquently
So that Life began to lap to her shores
And call to her in tune and lore
Yet with an ach to her heart,
A flaw to Sun's sight which cannot be seen
The Wind swept Earth away in howling love
Grieving, Life took the beings
Dwelling in his dreams
And placed the creatures on
Lady Earth's lovely, lovely shores
As gifts to her, so that Lady Earth
Could love instead the expanse
Which Life, the sea, became to be
Wind so then battered the sea
And swept him high in his throne
So by mischance parts of Life
Cascaded unto Earth's kingdoms
Earth, weary of such cruel tricks
And taken aback by Life's otherly touch
Shuddered so that her shoulders
Began to tremble in a terrible fit,
And Life, the sea, soothed her shores
And sang her crashing melodies
So the fright would leave her body...
And to this day, the world remain as is,
Life, the sea, sparring with running Wind
The Wind bold and dashing
Running untethered in great leaps
The relentless affair, the Triangle of Time
An existence of infinite grief,
And streaks of bubbling joy,
Under the heavenly eye of Sun and Light
them why are you here, on the shore
laying down on the eve of Life and Earth
Well, you see, the girl said
The Sun and Light are ancient and wise
And created all that is,
Yet as I lie here in the sand
I sometimes, quite silently,
Feel the aching yearn Life, the sea,
Reach for Earth
and if there is no Earth?
Then the loneliness of Life
Will consume him and turn
Him into ice, as seen
By Great Uncle and Aunt
North and South,
Where Earth does not dwell
can you hear Life, the sea
Yes, and how mournful
Does the music flow
An ancient tune of why
Loneliness fell to the bottom
Of the heart

This is the color
This is the price
This is the reason
I chant for a greater day

What is this
I know not
On fire
Underwater
Saved
Fallen
There is life
There is death
There cannot be
Another
*this

there are 7 billion souls
and every shade of love

those lies flew
tumbling, whisking out through
the window as the ashen faces
stood starstruck with the impression
of another moved syllable,
coping with the thought
that it disappeared years ago,
that their beloveds were peeled
like ripe oranges under a summer sun
so all that is left to see
are the pieces
of another
argument

soft, kissing rain and grey clouds*
trail a finger down the cold
*marble statue of Athena

breathe finer
breath louder
voices obscured
foggy mirrors cased  
wilder minds erased
cease the ceaseless fray
this obstructed destruction  
lead a roped hallway
a heartless willow
shrouded upon mornings
of grey chilling graves
stone heads jutted
miniscule in occupancy
of our daily living ridiculed
leave a moment astray
soak in the finer grain
follow the veins
which roam upon green hills
breathe in the finer sky
bridge the bridges
and walk the banks
scour the terrain
which have seethes to exist
devour the sights
and trace the map
fingers of atlas
before the dirt
have called back
your bag of bones

a paragraph of words
a herd of syllables
in my throat

I purse my lips
to keep it all contained

laced with a wading fear
with a love that’s like warmth
cupped in soft hands
and an indignation
reflective as polished stone

I am a dewdrop
twinkling in the sunlight
of a spider’s web

I am a question
held prisoner
to the whims of time

I must say, I must speak*
I must admit
just quietly, ever so slightly
into the cold, grey air
and the twisting of trees
to the brisk, harsh wind
and the sea of puddles
carrying the scent of ocean
I must admit,
I feel a hole in my chest
where there, beneath
the warmth and strength
and throughout the years
I buried a bag of bones
where the future cannot
*touch me

blues splotches nestled
in grooves of wrists
the streaming of things
pulsing underneath the skin
as the warmth of each kin
slip through my grasp
how the strings in my ribcage knot  
please don't step on it
shall the bones render me
shatter into a thousand pieces
keep your knees close at ease
and chins snuggle in discreet
as I yearn from afar
the silhouetted body tangled
in reminiscent dreams
it's best not to wake you
your breaths whisk into distances
yet just don't forget about me
as I sit you drift
so the weight won't crush
what already have been embedded

writhing thorns engraved in bark
the wood creaks as each breath clones dark
ancient thrones of malevolent sprites
thus thrusts in everglade crevasses alike

dew drops, swirls, a complexity
masks nature's generosity
authenticity aching bones lost completely
as flesh groans in lacerated deeds accordingly

quick, hold your breath
as the earth moans in discontent
ivory, savory whimsical delicacies
the thrones topples atop star ridden daisies

sigh, beloved, my beloved king
splinters etched in wooden sheathes
close your eyes, dreadful king
as the children of you forest

grow tall to die

Why is it that
I am happy in a day
Yet so miserable the next
This is getting to be
So *******
Exhausting

I feel like I am drowning
Even though there is no water
To drown in
I feel like I'm falling backwards
Even though I am sitting
Very quite still
I feel like crying
Even though today
Was my birthday
And there is no reason to
Only at how it's so easy
For days to turn dark
What is it, night?
No it's not the night
I can't see the stars
And feel the breath of a better day
On the horizon

do you ever feel like*
you are a ship
with the walls
still being built
yet you still
float along
the cerulean surf
*of the salty seas

look out for the best of us
the way the greatest dance
is sung to the spill of light
the anxiety tucked away nice and neat
tie it with pretty bow
stuff it in a box,
loved the best are those things
held closely to our chests,
cradle the box in the crook of my arm
as I run as fast my legs could carry,
plunge into the frothy shoreline
and I hold onto my breath,
feeling like those boxes of fright
which keeps me awake at night
***** away my breath
I try to save for the swim
across the cerulean waves,
yet the boxes only ***** away
the breaths I try to save
for the day I will I finally
learn to speak

leave me breath*
I cannot lie
here, in the dirt
as the sun grows cold
into pearly ashes
of starless moons
give me eyes
so those teeth bare
the midnight cannot stare
and barrel knives in your chest
the fire dances in your heart today
so leave me breath
I can't possibly keep up with the rest

I always loved to see*
breath
in the cold
so beautiful to know
we aren't as different
*after all