Let me be snared by the tangles of unrefined evenings
To see the beauty of stark lightlessness in full bloom
Plunging half the world to an interlude of sleep
In the impermanence of her enigmatic abyss.
Let Chaos retreat to the comfort of his wayward nest
So I can enjoy a soliloquy of peace and quiet
Let the humdrum noises melt into the pitch black darkness
Until I find my clarity beneath hushed blankets.
Things tumble to their sealed fates like board pieces
Untethered by the vanities of this dog eat dog world.
The silence only broken by the chirping of crickets
Mended by the flutter of night birds as the stillness unfolds.

Life finds a way
Everything is a cliché
Brace for come what mays.
Tango with the wind
Rustle through your skin
Ripple from within.
Fall and bounce back
Cut some needed slack
Plan a counterattack.
Search for your truths
Celebrate the fruits
Remember your roots.

But the dusk took all the pretty edges
The daylight sighed its final breath
And my thoughts scattered with the dying sunset.
The bleak horizon fell from grace
Draped in the nakedness of lines and shapes
The homebound pigeons got lost in flight
Above the concrete forest of cascading stripes
The heaven got drunk in bourbon hue
Befuddled in all imperfect views
I became the silhouette I once knew
When I told the skyline about you.

Eternally looking for a cure
Stuck in an obscure prognosis
This placebo is a double detour
To a self misdiagnosis.
Half of my heart is a bare bone grave
Whatever's left is in paralysis
A quarter of my mind cannot be saved
From your creeping psychosis.
You overdosed me in epinephrine
But you caused this anaphylaxis
You left me low in serotonin
Induced in a shotgun hypnosis.
You walked into my life like a virus
Spreading your love like a disease
Now I rot in this one-man circus
Forever chasing my catharsis.

It was the inevitability of rain
And its unbridled beads of pearls
Kissing my parched window sill
That percolated inside the crevices
Of my temperamental mind.
The sunless sky unlit my listless eyes
Pouring heavily from the looming clouds
The morning coffee looked just as dismal
As the free-flowing muddy waters
Receding toward an abyss of false finality.
Each sip echoes the pitter-patter
But the drink unstripped better in memory
The aftertaste left much to be desired
Like the bitterness of unwelcomed hellos
That came after our sun-kissed goodbyes.