I live in the night sky
And float along the Milky Way
My lovers are comets passing by
Whispering Words as they run away
icy hearts with tears of fire
Wishing they could stay
To the moon I do confide
My dreams of love and life
She unveils to me her darker side
And I help her through the day
She weeps as she pulls the tide
With dawn she comes undone
She speaks of her forbidden love
As we glimpse the burning sun
We retreat into the dark abyss
Every time the daylight comes
Cloaked in the darkness
To fatigue I do succumb
I make my bed amongst the stars
And bathe in the Big Dipper
I lay my head just past Mars
My mind rests a little quicker
Wrapped in a constellation
I kiss the moon goodbye
My heart is in complete elation
My home is the night sky.

Longing for something more profound
Stumbling around the same old ground
And mindless robots are all I've found
Is it too much to want to converse?
About atoms and molecules
Or the whole universe!
Everywhere that I turn
Here's what I see
Their only concern
Is what's on TV
Consumed by football
Hunting and cars
Meanwhile I'm here
Entranced by the stars
Perhaps I'm being a little dramatic
But please, come on please
Let's ponder cymatics!
Or quantum physics
Let's trace the specifics
While we chase some exquisite
New discoveries
Oh please, come on please!!
Stimulate my brain
Before I go insane
See?
I've already lost their attention
I'm so done with this dimension.

The lighting flashes in synchrony with the neurons firing rapidly in my pounding skull.
The night sky is exploding within itself,
Reflecting my inner turmoil.
A hopeless omen foreshadowing my misery..
For there will be no relief tonight,
as the thunder rages on in the darkness.

I battle these urges as long as I can
But self control has always been an adversary
There’s something there that pulls me in
Just when the light is approaching the end of the tunnel, a sirens song lures me back to the depths of darkness
It consumes me.
I muster up every shred of my will but it’s no use, it’s only a matter of time before the monster within grows a resistance to my futile fight.
Like a marionette tangled in its own strings...I just want to know how it feels to dance with someone once more.

Passion consumes every fragment of her being
atoms dance to the rhythm of a burning flame
Even suppressed the fire is still there dwindling beneath her skin
Tickling Her neck with goosebumps
Tingling desire down her spine
urging her to relent
Wildfire that cannot be contained
It's treacherous wrath knows no bounds when starved of the energy it requires
A necessity of being
Devouring the remains of those unable to feel
Charred ashes of apathetic souls
Dance with the sway of her blaze
Or return yourself to safety in the shadows of her sweltering light.

No light may fall upon my skin
To heal the darkness that dwells within
Draw the curtains and pull the shade
As you peer into these eyes of jade
A haunted glimpse of pain concealed
The horror if it's all revealed
It's the pity that I dread
I'd rather have disgust instead
If it's truth that you seek
Perhaps I'll show a little peek
I'm not looking for your absolution
Spare the awful light pollution
I'm not one to try to save
I prefer the dark inside my cave.

The week of the moon
Always comes way too soon
As it boasts so full in the sky
Yet here I am empty
Good spirits have left me
Cursing, asking why
The cycle's completed
As I lay here depleted
Watching the minutes go by
Emotions are churning
My body is burning
Revolting at its cue
nature, my friend
I'd like this end
But there's not much She can do
In misery I wait
With this cruel twist of fate
For it all to start anew.

Darkness slithers in like a snake again
And hisses the words
Hello my old friend
It makes its way to the belly of my fears
And rests in delight
At the sight
Of the sirens tears
Caught within the demons snare
It begins to constrict
As I gasp for air
A losing battle
For the more I fight
My vision gets blurred
And can't see the light
So now it seems
My only choice
Is to listen to
The hiss of its voice
Reluctantly I begin to abide
As the poison seeps in
To scorch my insides
It's okay I say
It'll be over soon
As I begin to give in
To the ominous tune
My soul revolts
In violent thrashes
A part of you must die
To rise from the ashes.

A play unfolds in my mind each night
As two opposing forces fight for control
The nefarious darkness assembles its army of thoughts to lay siege upon the throne of light.
Reason fires down from the compassionate wall
As the guilt slithers its way to the top.
The loathing berates the beautiful moat until the trenches give way to a cleansing flood.
As dawn emerges the enemies call a cease fire...to replenish their armies for the twilight to come.

I'm trapped in the web
Spun from dreamt up illusions
Victim to none other
Than my hopeless delusions
Lured in by the same temptations
Agony is unmet expectations
Like an insect entranced by the light
Trying to escape the depths of night
I was drawn in once again
Perhaps this time will be the end
Hope was a deadly misinterpretation
Lost amongst unspoken translation
And I knew this all along
As I traveled towards the sirens song
I can't break free although I try
you're a spider, and I'm a fly
It's your normal way to be
As chaos starts to strangle me
The pain I wish I could not feel
Consumed by fear, the struggle's real
It's almost over so I'll say goodbye
The dark creeps in and I'm ready to die
Just when I thought I was fading away
I realized it's just Valentine's Day.

These words
They haunt me
Or so it seems
Incessant currents
Of poetic streams
Beauty
And love
Pain and sorrow
Troubling pasts
And dreams for tomorrow
Crumpled up
Paper
And piles of regret
Deemed unworthy
They make me upset
Memories burn
I'll never forget
They turn
And they churn
Inside of my head
Restless
Not sleeping
I'm writing instead.

I'm so sorry baby
It's not your fault
Mommy's just sad
I'm so sorry baby
I tried to keep it in
I tried to hide it
But it hurts so badly
Don't be sad please
Mommy needs your smile
I know you're scared
I didn't mean to yell
You're the only thing I love
But right now I hurt like hell
Please baby try
To understand
Mommy needs a minute
My strength has depleted
My will has all but left
I'm holding on for you
I'd never tell you that
A selfish heavy burden
But you're all that I have left
Please be patient with my tears
Mommy will be ok soon
We'll read a bedtime story
And gaze up at the moon
Things will be fine again tomorrow
With a little sleepless rest
To ease some of the sorrow
So I can be your mom again

Deep down,
We always knew we didn't belong together.
Like oil and water, separate, yet floating along in unison.
I can see it now.
I was always water, bubbling along trying my best to uplift those around me and nourish their souls with my vital compassion and generosity, springing new life into every crevice that lay in my path.
But then you came along, and covered me with your toxic love. It was thick and all consuming, slowly killing all the life force within. With arrogance you spread infectiously throughout my mind until the only thought I had was you. Once in a while the sun would shine upon you and I was in awe at the magnificence of your shimmering beauty as if for a moment, I thought I saw the real you, but it was merely a facade. A clever predatory disguise to mask the horrors of your deadly true self.
Pretentious description, maybe.
But since that fire was started I've been trying my hardest to burn away every trace of you from the surface. Hopefully in time your toxins will evaporate from my body and life will begin to flourish once again.
Until then I will wade along, watching patiently as the evidence of your oil spill dissipates into clarity once again.

I have the tendency to ponder reality
In this tangible world
I question duality
My mind and body
Once again disagree
The facades of perception
Versus intuition i can't see
My body a shell
Consumed by limitations
A universe in a vessel
Haunted by these sensations
As Conscious thought strains
For truth it cannot reach
In these dimensional chains
My soul continues to beseech
Through its holographic game
Past this curtain of deceit
To a knowledge I must reclaim
It's myself I must defeat.

I'm afraid sleeping soundly only occurs after a fifth of whiskey
The void of sound is achieved by borderline alcohol poisoning
A deafness like the still of the night
When all things fade to black
Until one awakes with the dreadful ringing
Of bad decisions in ones ears
Like the incessant hum
Of Brain cells as they quiver and die

My soul aches with longing
Gazing up at the sky
the twinkling stars above
That have probably already died
Burning light years away
But I feel it all too close
Star dust is in my bones
It's energy is my ghost
That shimmering star is me
A memory from my past
I gaze up at myself
It occurs to me at last
If only I could feel you
But my mind just seems to block
The soul that resides inside myself
That's yearning to be unlocked.

A tortured artist’s muse, an abstract concept that could never truly be defined. Though, they tried. Aspiring Picasso’s came like passerby’s, setting up their easels, trying to capture the essence of a moment. An ever changing scenery in constant flux. A single clip of time, forever evading the masterpiece. There was only ever a beginning, as frustrations with the unrelenting storm tore the portrait to the ground with each passing breeze. They failed to see the beauty in starting each day with a blank canvas, always determined to brush every stroke perfectly into place before the sun set. The love for the view was lost, so desperate to embody it completely they forget to appreciate it entirely, as layers of color paint a picture of indifference. But tell me Pablo, would you label the bird as callous for wanting to leave the branch...or would you gaze with the all the wonder of life watching it flap its wings?

As I lay awake listening to the howling winds against my window pane
For a moment I thought I heard it scream your name
So i opened the window and let it rush in
Only to be struck by the frigid pain
Reminding me to close it once again.

If I were any more devoted to the illogical belief in you I could start a new religion
We'd hold belligerent masses every Monday since it's the worst day of the week and it seems suiting
We'd have commandments such as not to idolize another with the threat of impending self anguish for all of eternity
Zealots would come out of the woodwork like your adoring fans, each declaring their love for you is greater than the next
Skeptics would insist that the notion of you is false and scoff at those who believe otherwise trying to persuade us with cold hard facts as we gladly turn away in our blissful ignorance
We would hold on to our unwavering faith until our last breath in hopes of gaining some sort of favor in your eyes
Until we die and finally come to grips with the realization that it was all just a clever con instilled in our minds to control our every move in the joke we called our lives.
I realize all of this, I am aware my dear...though the heart is insistent on this blind devotion to your love.
I suppose I'm just as foolish as the rest.
Scoff.