Your cheeks become tight
After your tears have dried

During the times in your life
When you feel like no one wants anything to do with you

But this loneliness
Is not your final deliverence

You just have to wait through it
For your gracious comeuppance

Whether here, across the table from us
Or they're just a fading rememberence
The radiant truth burns brightly as thus
The stars must confess of their existence

Somewhere, far away, linger thoughts actions
Told through the universe's consciouness
Which are now freely dancing vibrations
Enticing souls with their vivaciousness

And here we are; the long lost counter parts
Lighting the till where time taxed the stars tolls
While the trepidatious mourn hums it's heart
We make our seperate ways as complex wholes

Yet as far fetched as this story all sounds
We are reflections in the stars rebounds

The long lost substance
That money can not depart

You come to me as yourself
You come to me as you fall apart

You do not understand when the time has changed
You do not have tomorrow on your face

You kiss my lips
My lips are gone

You kiss my wounds
My wounds have healed

You live a life
That I could steal

You love me forever
Is forever real?

When is now going to be
When you feel?

I kiss your lips
I unlock your heart

You do not understand
We’re never a part

It doesn't matter if it's today,
or twenty years from now.

You're beautiful.

I’m counting one through four,
in rhythmic patterns,
while handing out compliments.

If we were meant to be
it would be left to me
to ruin it.

But still it's saved through her grace.

I feel her smooth skin
against my palms and fingertips.

Why she’s so self conscious,
I'll never be sure…

I'm just thinking meaningless things
to rouse myself
all so I can please her.

If I thought about the gem I held
within my hands
I wouldn't last.

I’d melt like any cube
closing in on the surface of the sun
and all when we've only just begun.

I could sleep in peace without self doubt
if you'd tell me I'm the only one for you,
and I would say that you’re the same for me too.

We could draw charts from our nervous systems to our brains.

We could deploy when the sea is casting debris out
and spill our love into the ocean
where it could be cast about.

Splashed and dripped upon you.

Swimming in the great salty blue
waiting until the son devours you.

There are endless amounts of ways to tell you, “I love you.”

But in the end
just know that I do.

The wind just waits to catch my sails with the word that you love me too…

It is the soul.
It is the purpose.

What this is
is just as important as,
“What is This?”

The searching in between
is what makes life worth “It...”

It is This.



(Words are a poor portrayal
Of what the soul has to offer)

So soon do we go bye
that it’s almost impossible
to recognize the beauty
before it passes.

They told me to stop and smell the roses,
but the roses have been set loose
and their out of the light before I’ve come to a truce
within my own mind,
or when I look up to the sky
to see the sunshine.

If too long gazed
the blaze will make me go blind.

Dressing up to something you want to be
(or something someone else wants you to be).

Before you know it
your something you never thought you’d believe.

A situation you never thought you’d see
like looking up at a smile to be had,
and held,
and kissed.

Next thing you know you’ve already missed,
as they pass by on their public transit.

For all to see.

Walk into the giving machine
with who you don’t agree,
but holds your fortune by the throat.

Digging a personal moat
becoming remote
and not giving back
until you not only ask,
but also make and take.

She’s here not there,
not waiting for me.

I don’t care unless there are three,
or one less - for you - I feel passion without a bless
and to attest I know that I will.

No bitter pills,
no sorry shrills,
and nothing to ****.

I’m back in the egg,
I’m in the void,
and I’m ready to be re-undeployed.

Even if I get annoyed
I know I’ll come back
to where I’ll be in the stack
and without a lack.

To all who are near
the joiner is clear

...

A flutter of her eyelashes.

Her flicker has forever lasted.