And then you came
After I have counted
All the stars...

Still water
resting
at the
bottom
of a
Pacific ocean
tide
pool,

reflections
of you
in my
mind
in the
Sunday
morning
light.

sometimes
I can imagine
I hear you
laughter
carried in
harmony
to me
on a
a salt-kissed
circling
wind.

and I
sit for
a moment
and smile.

I always
smile.

it is
a giving
thing that
you do.

your gentle
manner
of truth
and innocence.

I can always
feel it
there in
you eyes...

you are


where
good  poets
go to
die.

having a cigarette in the alley
wonderful really
but maybe not as wonderful
if it weren't an excuse
to leave the party

Scared of the silence that presses
Clinging to you like my too tight fitting jeans
Suffocation isn't a possibility
It's a reality
Left gasping and grasping for air that will never come back
Trying to speak the truth
But the language has abandoned me
I'm not writing
I am thinking
Trying to think away the silence
I am drowning

It's been some years now
And still
You got room to grow
Got a rythm and your own beat
Slowly starting to navigate through
The turbulant tussles and winding winds
Whipping everything about
Deep breath
Calm now
The journeys just begun

An
unwanted mask
women's knows
But
She needs it
to be
in the fake society..

Under the covers I dream
Black out reality
And color everything
My palette
Cower into my side
The starkness
Hold myself in the
Dark
Where only my eyes
See the yellows
And the green inside