We are all but stars still searching
The constellations of our souls
Seeking who we are and who we should be
Watching, as our galaxies unfold

Though change bursts constant through this light
Where two fearful broken hearts collide
Ethereal wonders light the universe
When the stars are you and I.

-c.t.

Carried like a scent on the wind,
she pulls me along quietly,
no point in fighting, I've lost.
Pushing me forward, to a red end,
love is in the air, force is present, ever so sly,
pushing, wind at my sail, don't land, it is of cost.
It doesn't get better.
It morphs, carves and twists bones and flesh, no end,
wailing and flowing from a cave in the twilight coldly,
cutting, killing, crushing, no stopping the bloodlust,
breathing into & for me, a forced life to lend,
never put to self indulgence, never boldly,
waves bleed port & starboard, tranquility's holocaust,
systematic & brutal, my ink ever wetter.

PUT
THE
lightbulb
in my mouth
and flip the
switch.*




My       thoughts     have
been       as    dark
as it gets

If I could have anything, yet only one thing
I would wish to make 7:12 am an act I could
bless upon your body.

The hope intertwined with the tangerine sky
and the excitement that lies beyond.

A kiss that would make you glad to see the dawn,
and eager to lay with me at dusk.