You look depressed, stressed, oppressed,
They say.
Really? Imagine
my surprise
At their pitying eyes

I checked the mirror
To see myself clearer,
I thought I looked okay.

But soon that thought became
my own torturous little game,
and overcame my happy mind

You look stressed,
depressed,
oppressed.

You ARE stressed,
depressed,
oppressed.

Well now I am.

Static surrounds my body
Unholy
Crackling sound
Spaces between the places
Between what's real
My fingers trace figure eights
On book spines
Compromising with air
Bartering exhale for breath

As I wake through the night
I think of times of yore
when life was but a merry bliss
and nothing more

when a smile was a smile
and a kiss was a kiss
and a dream was nothing more
than the vision of the miss

As the past walks away
and the present knocks
the dreams that kept me awake
are a forgotten lot.


How I long for a dream
of that fateful night
where the world was agleam
from the glow of her light

The tapestries of time
were to be torn apart
as forever the scene before me
was lodged in my heart.

The one smile epiphanies
the smell of jasmine blue
the reasons why the eternity
was never lost on you.

oh but what was said
was never true
at the time
oh the time
of the jasmine blue.

now as I try
to remember that dream so old
I regret not to forget
the locks of heavenly gold.

but life moves on with nothing more
than a penny in my hand
but one day I wish to say
Life was so grand.

por la noche!

I closed my eyelids.

a unique space-time I've
created. A new world with I
               and you,
and in it we're us;
pseudo pagans
               adjust
in my multiverse of could-have-been's
wannabe's and forget-me-not's,
there's a million wormholes back thru

it's a glittering new world
where we're happy forever
               (embalmed)
present-perfect continuity
we'll never need to question or worry
               of it
because it'll be ours to [edit]
a spiritual instagram. sorry for the link.

I'm a believer.
our story is brick-bound & pyramidal
it's worthy of true realness
I'll never let that faith fade.

and all I have to do is stay asleep
seal myself, artery by nerve, in this bed.
eyes closed but moving underneath
               (forever)
and here I'll lay; 1,000 years on
entirely petrified. a fossil of trust.
everything/everyone I had known - gone
               forever.
fleshy eyes, solid as stone now. Blissfully
(always) unaware of their end. No matter the time,
my (      ) still eternally & happily
               in dream.

I found the reason for living,
In the beating of a drum.
Where everything has a purpose,
A place where everything belongs.

And, I’ve been living in the fallout
Of an atomic bomb,
There may be stumbles in my footprints,
But you’ve never steered me wrong.

So don’t you feel embarrassed
By your young suffering,
For what is learned in the morning,
By the evening, becomes instinct.

I’ve been dreaming of a culture,
I’ve been auctioning the sky,
As you draw me a new future;
Oh, it’s so beautiful, I cry.

So now I’m getting on that train,
To put some miles in between,
Who I appear as in the doorway,
And who I really mean to be.

And, I’ve been living in the fallout
Of an atomic bomb,
There may be stumbles in my footprints,
But you’ve never steered me wrong.

getting lost in kisses that may or may not mean everything just to get away from you.

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I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there—
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler—

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner’s name—
For doubt, that I should know the Sound—

I judged my features—jarred my hair—
I pushed my dimples by, and waited—
If they—twinkled back—
Conviction might, of me—

I told myself, “Take Courage, Friend—
That—was a former time—
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!”