and then I felt so alone
the moments where decisions veered then vanished to a place once called home
without a thought and a distant destination to go
when even you yourself does not come to know
though faith and a big heart grow
while as you know the earth grows old and the size of world grows smaller and my sense of being is lower than low
the tendency of your thoughts compare to the sound still sea, blue infinity, deep sincerity
like the morning brings clarity after the night moon releases you into sought after sleep
and we’re free again and again you’re found and humbled
existence, I am, we are to be

I look out the peek hole, how obscure; everything is so small on the other side of the ancient blue door. And with a world so dark you would think the light’s shining rays would be so eagerly compassionate to leak its way in. I would rather fight than hide, for all that has ever disclosed light unto my destiny, even still I remained blind. The past is sequencing me like a storybook that has already been written. Bitten into the forbidden fruit too many times, in excess—his stomach cannot muscle such atrocities, diagnosis him with food poisoning.

Recklessly disputing against my own words, desperately reaching for whatsoever crawls under my nose. Well, I suppose I have managed as you can see. In a panic somehow I was able to scavenge up a couple of good things. It is about time I pull my own weight, time is ticking, and nobody is waiting on you. Master fate your late, eternity does not hesitate ither, and I have steered off the path for quite awhile—opportunity, hope, trust in you—I am late, but do not make insinuations, do not count yourself out just yet. Have you forgotten who you are? Possibly so, I find the present as good as any to give myself another venture to demonstrate, moreover discover, just why I have been granted to come along solely for you, master of fate—ready, set, explosions.

Comfort. Drifting. Waiting. Wasting
Somebody I left behind, pulled out with the tide into skies spying peaking to a sea of crawling clouds— can you see me in the searing silence, withdrawing whispered sounds on my finger tips, I feel my consciousness on my tongue and with lingering lips I taste ten thousand dreams I’ve had of you falling further into the great blue bane. As you do. What were those dreams, that ship has set sail, but there are lighthouses I see looking out wooden panels placed around edged white walls, the dull light found there, found here, found behind rocky rocks, nothing the moon cannot hide, shed a tear on me moon, like new stars born red desires on your white cheek, I wanna lay at night, without reaching to myself, let it happen, breathe, breath less as my effort, release my regrets, and pronounce myself, comfort

Burnt wood, stained path toward the expanded darkness

Trickling curiosity, misbehaving feet

Tree branches waving, ripples marching, step into the fogged abyss

Stumbling laughter, eyes wide, slowly my thoughts slip

Limestone gleaming, the beauty is teasing, the brick house is crumbling

Bigger than me, I’m finally free, lost in the mist forever will I be.

She wants to travel the world

Held in her wandering head

Protects each word

left unsaid

she folds, oh she folds

Like a poorly drawn map

Or an old wrinkled note

I am the sea

She is a boat

Told to stay afloat

Float baby float

A bullet in bloom

Shot in your dark—

barred off old crowded bedroom

but you’re still the only one

My one and only

flushed out sun

_________

Why do you cry

Cry just to fight

Fighting till the dawn of night

Hiding all your light

Just to shine by day

_________

But oh how you tremble

How you tremble

How you tremble

Trembling

Cannot hear, feel, or speak

Breathing is hard

Too conflicted to think

My peace is loosely knotted

Hanging Slipping Undone

Scribbling Stuttering Swallowing

Words ridden on my tongue

At the starting line of a race that cannot be won

Running away from myself like a horizon

from the setting sun

Fall softly now