Greedily your eyes absorb me
into another epic siege
of heart over thoughts matter
where emotions bleed in mindless splatter
to disrupt the lines of love life's pattern
& drown me in an endless dream.

Master strings connect, like a respirator
to drag me across death's equator
and leave me in another time of when
blinded by the ink flowed pen
& entranced entirely by your final hymn
as if you were born from our creator.

Ashes illuminated by tired moonlight
dancing as shadows of morning spite
cursed to live a life of cons
& display my hopes for when I'm gone
to that pasture with a greener lawn
and be freed of a life for love that lied.

Greedily your eyes absorb me
into their depthless sea
of emotions bled for mindless matter
to subdue the heartbeats endless spatter
disconnecting a neurons final scatter
and drown me in an endless dream.

I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.

.. ..

The chorus plays, while the echo’s spent

I want to be the one even if not heaven sent.

.. ..

A hug, a kiss, eyes slowly close as we connect lips

And the passion pulses from toes to finger tips

I pull you in tight with my hands on your hips

Lock eyes, stare deep and absorb this bliss.

.. ..

I never thought you’d capture every bit of me

But your smile holds tight onto my everything.

.. ..

I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.

The first day of the week and it reeks of starting over again.

Two days down & three more to go before we reach the weeks long awaited end

****, finally in the middle of the Rising Turtle's back

Forth day, feeling accomplished - only one more moon until the lust is what we lack.

On the final of the days - a new sun means great new things

Hence Saturday is the day we wake to yawn & stretch our wings.

We've partied through the only day we have to catch our breath,

So Sunday is the day of the week that simply reeks of rest.

As the tide pulses my hands tremble
while the waves crash against your feet
an angel of the Pacific Shoreline
pacing with the true radiance of life.
The sunset is perfect turning your figure to silhouette
and letting the stars peek to catch a glimpse -
of the beauty that rests beside the sea.

My heart beats faster and harder
with every step you take towards me
as the vibrant storm of you drags me farther
from the human that I used to be.

No wind to catch my tattered sail
when I lean against the breeze
just all the racing thoughts of us
then--now - - tomorrow
and maybe forever if you'll let me love you -
until I'm dead and gone away
to become your angel of the sea.

My heart beats slower and softer
with every breath you take from me
as the lull of your storm makes it harder
for me to finally fade into the breeze.

I've burnt every bridge I've crossed
beneath the always lonely sun
just to watch them char and fall
before you fallow me over one.

I've cursed every star in the sky
that's ever twinkled in your eyes
and watched the moon pull the tide
higher & higher, bringing our demise.

I've burnt every note sealed with a kiss
to breathe in the truth of words lost in flame
& watch smoke dwindle into the finality of -
"in the end, it's all been said & really all the same"

To the child who believes he is alone
Because his mother works two jobs
To keep him dry and fed well
But doesn’t have time to color with him
Doesn’t have time to draw balloons
And watch the clouds go lazily by
But always says I love you
And tucks him in at night.

Know that there is no such thing as alone.

To all the men who seek acceptance
For just being the man that they are
Who tell corny jokes at the wrongs moments
But still believes in chivalry
Who leave flowers on the doorsteps
Of their greatest love -
And un-enveloped poems in the mailbox.

Accept yourself and love the roses.

To the women who are ashamed
Of the size of pants they wear
And the way they do their hair
Who feel they won’t ever be loved
And wish, if only to themselves
That they where beautiful.

Know you are, for the true shame is ever believing differently.

Like petals from the flower bloomed
her smile wades
as eyes consume
the personification of beauty...
of which every angel longs
but could never hope to be
because their wings are over encumbered
by the burden of our wrongs.

Shadows cast upon the face
of the ever-blazing sun
top rung being...
of the evolution sprung...
proof of natural selection
is the breath that leaves her lungs.

hour glassed and figurine(d)
are the angles of her curves
parabolas that round just right,
i wish they'd never end,
penned in shape with permanency
nerves twist and wined to lips
that trade kiss with me like currency.

Her soul peers out through her iris
desirous to capture this moment.

because this moment will last forever...
universally content
lips bent & crease at both corners
when i rest my hands upon her hips.
and treat each passing glance as the priceless...
the priceless gift of knowing bliss.

Lately I can feel the lack of fire,
for ever un-content,
only momentarily uninspired...

I seem to have this case,
of hopeaholic syndrome,
not yet a cynical *******,
rudely displaying wisdom.
see, i simply have a tale to tell,
of falling flat from harmony,
my soul can't sing a single note,
without the she that made us 'we'.

Restlessly I toss in slumber,
with quick dreams of falling rain,
joy could never really be,
if it wasn't for this pain.
She was serendipity,
hidden perfectly in disguise,
once my heart is resurrected
my mid will surely rise,
to a level of unconscious yearning,
and the longing will finally fade,
love is the ultimate chess game,
step by step, it must be played.

pinned up to the darkness
the moon reflects the sun
guides the currents to their destinations
of where the Earth begins to run.
Back into the vastness of the ocean
and there's no such thing as end
only stories of the mystic creatures
that only seas could think to pen.

The stars that paint the landscape
twinkle, glisten, shine,
and all that live below them
can only look and pine.
Universally forever,
is the thoughtless-ness of being
we'd never know a single thing
without the hopelessness of dreaming

Blindly I write these words
trying to find a rhythm
that can cure my head
of this verse infected syndrome.
No luck, only irritations
the syllables won't take shape
only rearrange themselves
and fall back into place.
The thought blurs a little
before the eye inside my mind
the contact lens of perception
creases & tears with time.

Can't seem to find the footing
that lets my pen walk on the white
teeter on the blue lines
and space the words just right.
Simple A B C B scheme
four lines before it's complete
stood up to the best of me
but still I can't compete .
Conception of a masterpiece
that will never have an end
only the idea of a finished product
that I've created with my pen.

We're perpetuating an inevitably
awkward moment
with I love yous
soft touches
& 'one and only' stares
that make every kiss
just a little sour.

"five more minutes"
turns into an hour
of cuddling without our shields on
in the flesh with goose bumps
falling asleep to the smell of your hair.

but her essence drafts the air.
if I would have known
my true love
was gleaming round the bend
I would have closed my eyes to yours
and waded her beauty
with my pen.

They say the world is round
but I've wandered to it's edge.
I've peered into the Heavens
which resembles the beauty in your eyes.
I've stood at the adjacent edge to nothing
and listened to the complexion of a heartbeat,
like yours when I rest my head upon your chest.
I've smelt the blooming rose
as it opened for the first time,
and I have caught tears from stars,
just like the ones I've wiped from your eyes.
I have heard all the sweet nothings
which I whisper in you ear,
and I have fallen for perfection
because I have fallen for you.

How could I describe your beauty
With the mere simplicity of words?
Your smile is as radiant as the rising sun
& your eyes twinkle like stars that always burn.

It’s something about the way you caress my skin
From my lips right down to my fingertips
The way you lean in and close your eyes softly
For each and every single kiss.

It’s how you sleep at night
Cuddled up & pressed to me
And how I can feel you dreaming
With the warmth of ecstasy.

When you wake from weary slumber
To yawn and stretch your wings
I can see heaven in your complexion
And hear the angels sing.

The window seal leaks cold air
From far beyond that morning bluster
My eyes creek so I may catch a glimpse
Of the first sunrise of this May.
Blonde streaks followed by a timed yellow
And finished by that vivid orange
The horizon seeps over the darkness
To relieve the engulfing clutch of the night.

The birds chirp just beyond the fence
Singing good marrow, merely to themselves
If only they knew they were truly heard.

The branches sway and bend the breeze
Whisking the scent of needles from their pine
And the dew comes to its final rest
Upon each & every blade of grass.
The light fog creeps away in glamorous luster
As if tip-toeing with a slow retreat
Only to find itself fading quickly
Back into the nothing from which it came.

Still the window seal leaks cold air
From far beyond that morning bluster
My eyes are fully open in this moment
Leaving me entranced by the first sunrise of this May.

I can’t figure how the thought of her
Creeps into my mind
A smile like the crescent moon
And eyes reflecting only mine.
I can’t hear the words she speaks
Because I’m too enamored with her glow
The beauty of her resonance
Is all I’ll ever need to know.

I bet her kiss is like the stars
Too great to truly fathom
But when lips touch, they’ll spark
Creating a universe you can’t imagine.

Every night I dream  -
Of our hands becoming one
When all the fingers intertwine
Leaving only thumbs,
To twiddle lightly – playfully
Like they were meant for nothing more
Time is the only opposition
Of this unbeknownst thumb war.

I bet her love is like the universe
Greater than I could ever imagine
Because when we kissed, it sparked
Truly too great to ever fathom.