An angel in the stomach of poetry
Eating  the spirit that makes me bleed  
Betrayed lips that force me to drink
Blinded hands deprived of touch
The distance of my creed

Stains of the drifting stars
A burrow of flesh
As my funeral fingers exhale ashes
Jumping that mortal rope
As my flaws twist and burn
Silhouettes erupt
I see a window of clouds
The simple shape of fear
Spiraling in the smoke
I see my own demise

A Sun sculpted face
Gentle lights
Guide me through the night
As the ink of nature dries
Praying into the skies with earth at my side
Dust of the flowers on my finger tips
Shadows upon my cheeks
Glowing stars born before our eyes
With a kiss of hope
You can see the gardens song
Faintly on the shore
It's a gleam that not everyone can see

Cotton teeth of the god of mountains
The dust of the golden sky
Burning heavy kisses
The ocean slippery from your roots
Breathing  with bursts of smoke
Infinite delicate edge  of whispers
As  the sound of  dawn is gently still

Disregarded lost in space
Prying eyes shout
Staring  into the darkest protest
As the walls of my mind judge
I mistakenly sunk

As the bird dipped his wings  into the stream
The womb will freeze
He sighs under the hollow sun
The blue bones turn and shift
Remnants of the  cord upturned and gray
As he  crawls gathering strings
With shivers his tailbone is contorted
A putrid button descending down
Motionless melting lungs fading remains
Silently the limbs lay
The feathers spread dancing with pain
As the suffering begins
He reflects the time regretting what could of been

A splintered continent
A land of romantic eras
A much needed travel
We rose above the mountains in a land all of our own
We receded oceans, blowing through  storms
Making love in the rain with an exhilarating electricity
A million quiet cries touching your skin
Rekindling unwritten melodies
A stunning twinkle ignites a colorful connection
A season of raw fantasy, laughing and existing
Unwritten dreams falling into the summer breeze
Feeling flames with wildflowers
Beneath your auburn hair I reside
I simply breathe a ghost of silence and smoke
I forsake my identity in this pitted, sheer, beautiful, fractured tragedy