far away, i walk this road
catching daisies 'tween my toes
far away, the one that knows
quiet keeper of my soul
all night long i felt your hold
around my neck, you shine like gold
if the sun is ever
to lack in luster
or there comes a time when
the moon cant quite muster
that spiritual pull
in my heart of all homes
you always will

to feel anticipation with the slightest notion
   like the sound of waves crashing

on a distant ocean
thats what
you do to me

Free
like the flowers in my hair
happy to be picked
happy to stay there
just happy
with being alive
to watch everyone
live their lives
doesnt pass by
without her dandelion smile
hold her under your chin
she'll always shine yellow
and soon you'll see
her sunshine
reflecting off your own smile
that you cant help but have
when shes around
lifts you off the ground
without a sound
never puts you down
without a bed of flowers
to surround
I tuck her in my hair
so shes always near
her words I hear
when shes not even here
sunny streaks
trace my cheeks
all because of her
my wildflower lover
god how I love her

moonlight paints streaks
  on adolescent bodies
ocean-clad and gleaming
with their alabaster finish
impeccable
impenetrable
lay our confidences
coiled softly within our own hands
for us only
peeking every now and then
just to make sure its staying put
and like a flashlight in the sky
we are all revealed
under a light thats harsh, but forgiving
yet stranger things have
and stranger things will
come of this new moon

shes got every color woven into her soul
the depths she can go, with her eyes
are untold. one moment shes bright, the next she is cold
shes just as much silver as she is gold
her needles are small, and some of them thin, but shes got a few as well
that hurt going in
shes pain-free but carries the pains of the world in the cushion of her heart, where the pins call home.
shell mend any soul, corrupted or blessed
she doesnt care, if youre poor or well dressed, she goes without rest, always a next, to serve
i always felt but never knew, in totality
this work that she does
i remember once she tried to construe, an image for me,
"I'm a chameleon"' she said, "It's what I do"
right then i knew, how deep her workings went. shell hold your hand and follow you to hell, just to bring you to heaven
shecame into my dream, i ran for her my soul screaming, for her embrace
i found you
without needing to look
i burried my face. in your soft brown hair. people were staring, but with smiles in their eyes.
i hugged you SO tight
we fell to the floor, collapsing into our laughter
you looked at me, with that shade  of your eyes, i know is only for me , you saw my tattered dress, you tightened the seams,
and told me I was beautiful...
and for thefirst time ever,
i believe

tears pour out
of pleading eyes
please understand
Id give anything for that reassurance
but thats just what Ive taught myself
to go without

my words go out
to you
but never within
to permeate your skin
is a daunting task
and a word I hate to use
impossible

hiding the tears that shame my face
this wetness feels out of place
I never let anything get me this way
but you
of all people you

I can take a hit better than any other
Ive got skin 3 layers deep
all the trash Ive heard just tossed upon the heap
in the backyard of my mind

in that backyard
where we planted the tree when I was little
when soil was brittle
unsure if it will grow strong

See how Ive grown now, Mom?
with branches and grooves all my own
  Springtime has come
and nothing will stop these buds from blooming
so why do you block the sun?

I think you want me to run
to climb down from my tree in the clouds
snapping off each branch as I come down
never to go up again
only to fall safely in your hands

But they arent so safe
and the vices that possess you are tainted in your face
your words
this house
disturbed, I hang in
but not on
with sights set far and beyond
Im just waiting for the buds to bloom

hot wax settles
on soft cool hands
we shield ourselves from the wind
with rifts of incense as our armor
leaves us feeling warmer
but that trickle ran to your sleeve
you broke the moment
say you've only had that jacket for a week
you return from your cursing
with hopes of reprieve
silences uncomfortable
he could be there
or not
either way its fine
knows that he enjoys something about me
but doesnt seem to mind
doesnt really care
about it
or anything at all
which is fine
for late nights by the light house
or the living room floor
say we explore
but i wouldnt call it that
its nothing like
staring at the stars
on an abandoned trampoline
wondering who we are
who we cold be
you tell me things about me
im too afraid to see
biking at 5 a.m
skim right by that bus
staring in your eyes
and not being sure of
the feeling i get
so its dismissed
like the bell at 2:30
i see you everytime
locker next to mine
you reach and I decline
but maybe not this time
said id give it a chance
but i ran away
before we could dance
under those tell-tale stars

a happy child
tangled in sand and strings of seaweed
cling to his velcro shorts
wet with the sea
the only love hes ever known
that kisses him every time he leaves and comes home
whispers from the trees and salty breeze
fill his mind leaving it at ease
for the hot months when the world is green
his imaginary friends laugh and pretend
sun soaks his skin and worries run thin
but there are voices shadowed in these happy notes
he cant quite make them out but they poke
holes in his shield of sunshine and gold
and soon the cool breeze infiltrates his armor
one by one leaves fall
colors lack in ardor
as does his smile
and those shadowed voices
grow stronger in the frosty chill
darkness like tendrils wraps and winds
around his mind
from the inside
out
the golden skin of a sun kissed romance
is chased away
leaving him white as if
he'd just seen a ghost
and the snow coasts
its way over
because everyone knows that
misery loves company
and each tear he sheds
is its own salty sea
streaming from eyes that no longer see
what the soul longs for
as they roll of his chin they hit the floor
and get sicked up
by the dry cold earth

Wet rain kisses
Hot ground
Breaking the silence
Steam rises
Evaporating the tension
I look into your eyes
Deep brown
My palm urges
To stroke your cheek
Curl your hair
Round my fingers
The tension between us could be broken
Should be broken
Waiting on the skies above
To open up
And let the steam
Sink into my pores
Open my eyes
To yours
Please don't give up

is there ignorance in bliss?
or is there bliss in not letting
one define the other

Even a master welder
could not feat these bars
that wind and twirl
encasing, interlacing
your thoughts with the world

for all may be what never was so
where a smile once beamed
a soft glow, now resides
torn from the out, inside
feeling weakened and tried

because you tried and you tried
but your fire was put out
by eager firemen
with hoses that spewed
and skewed, the world you once knew
for things you could not understand

but you learned to understand
grew up and found you can
live without starting a fire
and live to aspire
to be
important

but when the town falls asleep
my thoughts slowly creep
back into my conscience
ready or not Im
ready

and something so small as
barefeet or chopsticks
become the most important things
at all

red lipstick and straw hats
a smile and a wave at
someone Ive never met
how good it can get
when i havent heard yet
what I need to know

the need to go
and learn on my own
miles of road
on an endless mind
that only interprets
what goes unfiltered

in the mist
lay wake to harboured secrets
like legends of a distant shore
but without the heroine
and lacking in proper plot
development
without need for
a rising action
and falling blind to a gasping
******
leaves breadth for
raw discretion
at an indiscreet source
who found the confounded treasure
and upheaved it
from
the hiding
fort

Stories make us who we are
Have to share every instance
That can give someone the slightest hint
Of who you are
God forbid, your words aren't heard
You swore to yourself
That you'd leaving feeling
Strong in your word
With an image to match
But like this little match
That can't light damp heavy wood
Your burning all your energy
To be understood and brought to life
In bright bursts  of fire
But the jobs too big
And the efforts go unnoticed
To all except for the pile of
Matches at the bottom of this pit
Swing and a miss

a kiss planted on my collar bones
                    roots spread far
and out they come
    tip of my tongue

a green parachute soldier
infinitely suspended in air
a a green room
with hearts falling from the ceiling
spiraling down to the bed
I lay my head
in paper stuffed pillows
of where I will go
the left
lights beam off
a cheap vase
that doesnt have a place
just yet
but someday could mean the world
a map to my right
I really do hate
that purple sari
because
im sorry
but it makes no sense
and its exactly the shade I hate most
its funny
how you say purple is like a void
because now when I look at it
Im void
of all my senses
that seem to disappear
when I think of you
and how I cant understand
why you do what you do?
never saw it through
or maybe you did
and I just
couldnt keep up
Not used to the turning over
that, for you is
expected
but I never expected
being rejected
waiting suspended
like the green soldier with his
parachute hanging over
the edge of my mirror

Blue blankets
engulf me like the ocean
I drift off into rifts of soft waves
caressing
*******
every thought in my mind
sublime
Im floating
wind from my fan is blowing
and little splashes of water lift off the surface
kissing my face
beneath eyelids
I see mountains
far and ever lasting
puffs of smoke from my incense
settle there intent
in clouds of beckonig adventure
in the valleys of these slopes
there my hopes
lie
a journey by and by
and with every slip
of somber eyes
I release and i rise
for it all is about to begin
the life of the soul within

minds on a trip
loose fingers rip
passion from the heart
never was to start
need a patient hand to light
the fire
you ignite
you burn
oh you burn
but the smoke is seen for miles
journey inside soon riles
we all follow the smoke
white puffs of promise and hope
that we, too can ignite
and in turn we might
lose ourselves in the fog
and go up with the mountains

wear my skin
uncomfortably loose
           see others
  with skin so tight
skin keeps trapped in its folds
    the doubts that I hold and silent judgement Im told
unlike loose skin
   doubts bounce off taut skin, never get within,

...if only comfortable skin
  could come in a bottle
of wrinkle cream