Not what I claim to be
amazing, the level of hypocrisy
even in mundane conversation
lies roll of the tongue
in rhythmic beats
scripted sheets
pre-written dialogue
spit like *****
out of the mouths of ideologues
preaching ignorant unity
and pro-rated conformity
catching the youth
at alarming rates
and so quick it's done
from the first yarn spun
conversely the idea
of total honesty
has toyed with me
but I couldn't
couldn't continue
too much to lose

Cool ivory, his fingers touch;
A masterful sound.

Melodies crushed, words hush,
Heavy bonds do the notes make,
Beneath the weight of tears.

Pure white, dim-light,
Notes escape from warm breath;
The show goes on.

Infinitely above the skin, it comes and goes
Stays in the body, into the pores
As far as the horizon, it never ends
Blended with the air, it moves with it.
Moving away, all that enters
Pushing it to the shore, to make it safe
One feels the intense smell of distance
The hidden memory of another age

There, where everything is salt and water.
There, where everything falls and never rises.

I was amiss stranded in a hurricane of my feelings
Trying to figure out which way to land without
A lighthouse to guide me, trying to conceal
The fact I was slowly sinking throughout
That long hot summer
But you were there I heard that blissful
Music that slowly guided me it had my what
Was left of my heart back together and making
It whole again
We talked on and on had amazing memories
First person texted in the morning, last one
At night
I was slowly repairing the hurt, fixing me and
My broken heart, having a little more faith
In the world that before.
But it wasn’t that
You guided my ship but not to land but to the
Jagged rocks that was your home
That sweet music was just your siren song
Pulling in misguided sailors into the trap
You laid
I was almost as struck, no idea how to get
Out of the mess that you put me in but
I have amazing friends that never left me
They stayed by my side when no one else
Would and like Odysseus my friends bounded
Me and guided me through the sirens song
To finish my journey

Full of life
the fire surged through the glade
hips swayed, lips splayed
pushing up leaves and leaving
a smile that found a better home
at forty than at twenty

those castaway eyes
glistened with hopes
two Lost might cling to,
broken flotsam
on the heaving chests
of hurt youth

We met our end,
eyes shut as tightly
as a loving mothers tuck,
burnt in the glade

one day i'll wed you
said the child to the girl much older than him.

echoes of her laughter rippled the winds
planting a rose on the child's cheek.

the child said knowing nothing about wedding
and nearly nothing about her
except

she filled him with a vague feeling
that made him wait to see her
when she was not around.

she was lost many decades ago
and the child moved far away
from that wedding vow.

the news came through the wind
she had died of cancer
somewhere far from homeland.

the child still dreams
her laughter rippling the winds
echoing by the lake

remembers his wedding vow
on that summer noon
still knowing nearly nothing about her.