stepping onto the edge of a cliff
golden prairie brushing against your skin
the frothy seas bristle as thoughts float adrift
as waves crash onto sheer white rocks akin

breathe, you are a tree
the breeze resurfaces and kisses a melody
exhale, let the tension drain out
as the sky tumbles to commemorate your tragedies

close your eyes, you remain a tree
your roots travel far underneath
allow the space to come from within
and from the heart so shackled, so begin

balance against the tide
sightlessly gazing onto present converged  
a foot on land and another in space once denied  
open your gaze to your experiences submerged

stay, patience, let your branches grow
sleep, meditate, let your spirit heal
as the waves crash on those tumbling white stones
and an inner smile diminishes your withering woes

maybe, perhaps, there is a time
where the fallen shadows
and hooded eyes
sweep out from the deafening hood
into a broader night sky,
a stunning, sublime silver
of magenta crescent moon,
blood orange and flushed
because that is the way
reminiscent sways amidst
a stroke of passion
and there is that beautiful moon
spotted glistens of a starry sky,
talking, laughing, singing a soft melody
to cool the aching strides
which create pitfalls and unbearable demise,
nay, don't look that way
don't squander where the land is darker,
where the soil is tethered by an eternal blackness,
no, keep a chin up high to the glimmering starry sky
and the glimmer of magenta orang moon,
holding close to dear heart the memory
of a twilight setting nigh

that inexplicable chill which numbs my fingers
typing away with all the wonders
they cram in my head, leading my mind
off into the distant wild lands
of unknown adventures and tiring feet
and sitting in a warm glow
of Sunday morning coffee
I type and type away
filling my heart's content with such dreams
cursing the day I stop believing
I will type until the cold penetrate my will
Type a world which we have all come to fill

I close my eyes
And the ache recedes through
These words lop-side, so distantly, unknowingly
Into increasing, massive
Space

My mind reverberates
With the echoes of memories
And with every blink through time
All is lost in increasing, massive
Space

The curves of this pen
And the ink left behind
My conscience pruned into lost corners,
My presence grows faint

And I am left staring through
The remnants of my artifacts
And all that is left is increasing, massive
Space

Perhaps the music blasting in our ears

The sidestep glance across the bakery counter

The honk of horns zooming fluorescents down the street

The gentle mummur of garlic sizzling on pans

The crunch of rich Italian bread soaked in olive oil

The sweat of leather soles

The mystifying fogginess as one touches a cheek

The relentless sputter of summer rain

The crackle of a brilliant smile

And noiseless or brimming with spectacles

We are most afraid of absolute silence

For that suggests our inability

To be a part of something

Bigger than ourselves

fluttering piano keys echoing in the still air
translucent marble brushing like a grey cloud
or porcelain china shattering on the notes
a ricochet of melodies erupting from the *****
fingers roaming across the black and white keys
turmoil rolling in them, tense with the passion
erupting from the wrist, coiled in the suspense
a single window of harmony and dissonance
filling, swelling the empty room
for the walls to remember, cracks in longevity

Could I handle
A tremble
Bursting happiness
Lingering
In the edges
Of my cheeks

it's strange, strange that these syllables
shuddering in my head rebounds,
a eclipse of shivers and taunts,
fixated stares into the barrel of a gun
there are more than one way
to **** a person,
to annihilate everything
to which they belong
and be left with none,

just watch the way you step,
the words which linger
on the cusp of your lips,

beware your shoulders
shudder and accentuate
the tightness of your hips,

or a quick turn of your head
immersed, over-crowded
joints creaking heavy like lead

the dappled sunlight ricochets,
the adrenaline tunnels,
pools, spilling over
the brim

stop, a suffocating grip
far ahead

hurry before you lose sight
of your hands,
right in front of your eyes

turn around, stall
stay where it’s golden
and the breeze sings

far away

I am tired
Tired

I tried to write two poems
In fact

About the reasons why

How I have not found
Someone I have been
Looking for

How it's so ******* exhausting
How temporary
My life has behold

Nothing is set in stone
But i would like
The feeling of security
With the chaos seething
Like a bile undertone