Unholy methods to
Keep me from
Contacting old souls
Is keeping me alive

The beginning
Feels unbearable

I miss the years
I didn't have

Scriptures dealing with
Nostalgic by yours truly.

Drifting thoughts from
The car drive to
Swimming in the river

Corals belittling dandelions
Crows eavesdropping on swans
Conversation sparking love

Daylight Savings protecting humanity
From westward expansion
Being an Absolute Truth

The strolls have become dense
And filled with tension

The clouds pestering prehistoric life
Until they awake from their graves

A prayer is spoken in public
For all forms of life,

The final stage
Is surrounded by aqua.

The cerulean dilated blue eyes



Mentioned,



Universes beneath our own

You two are pure for each other.
The roses are immortal.

My heart is glowing of a million suns for you.
My soul is at ease with a million moons for you.

History isn't relevant currently.
The present is the present.
Patterns represent the future.

Candles burning in melody
Drafts sneaking beneath the floorboards
The furnace is broken but I’ll build a fire for you

A hopeless romantic I’ve grown to become.

Every ounce of courage was brought forth,
Spilling my heart out to you.

A fool I am?
I resent nothing I’ve told you.

I’ll continue to climb for you.

A few hole punchers
A bag full of oranges
A head perplexing

The king will always rule for himself
The sea turtles never lie
The miscommunication destroying chaos

“Here’s a glass of sweet tea”

Gouging out flashbacks
Purposely watching stains spread
Wishing I could count to one million

Sailing the Mediterranean Sea
Roaming The Great Plains  
Soaring above The Troposphere


“I want to feel the black and white”

Finding a cure
Won’t benefit
My addiction.

Picking through
The crops isn’t an advantage,

Shuffling around urges
To dial numbers.

Latin is the cure.