A whisper of delight
Petals of softness
The cloth of beginning
The ribbon that ties the knot
Will become a beauty

A mother's touch heals the wound
And her mouth circles their hearts
A smile is a delicate stream that warmths the soul
A bud that is bursting
Will become kind

Their breathe touches the sky
Lights the stars and sparkles the water
A thorn will become if the soul is trenched with hatred
But he will learn that the soil is the most beautiful place to grow beauty and there it will be, the petals will fall
Hit the ground and leave behind what once was

Rivers of life rush in as each moment enters my mind
slip down and plop - slowly flowing
Trickling as the past comes forward
And each bellowing cry leads my flowing eyes
To reach within
Each breathe does not run smooth

I fall back into my mind looking I see the
Cinematography lights capture your faces
And each passing laughter captures your spirit
As each passing moment enters my mind as a spinning glow
Every waking moment I'm  holding onto what is left

Every pixelated second reached from your pocket
Lives, breathes, and encapsulates your eyes
Flickers as a breathe from the under currents
Stirring inspiration

Your grace - beautiful - posed - sparkle
Breaks every boundary I knew about you

I climb my mountains, and burn my bridges
Stonemasons carved my road, yet I stand looking at an empty well
I heard laughs and cries of joy, but my trees hid a waterfall
And all were jumping but me
I dipped my toes and now I see I could not dive
But do not be afraid to jump
The glowing mist will circulate in your body - casting a god like shadow
Greeting, gently, fervently - you are here
Do not be afraid

The wheat grass blows beneath me and you stand with me
Seeing what I see
The city lights melt in my arms - and you fade into flashes
Movements of passing gestures and
My love for you only grows, but I stay asleep

Your adagio string symphony fingerprints my fluttering breathe
And your whip in the wind stands still as I see you dancing to your heart
You can not see the regret - it shall not pass
Again, I see you in the wheat field
My hands reach for yours - the dandelion is lost in the wind
The rain falls - the music falls to a slow ending
I grab what I see
Hold it for as long as I can - it will never be to late
Never
To start once more
While holding what - I've become

A misstep into a nights howl
there it begins the bellowing
Night follows dusk and there it becomes
My minds greatest company

I step into the grim shadow
In these missteps the shadow
Follows me dearly-a bohemian tea cup couldn't keep me happy so!

The darkness is my hiding haven

I'm not a monk
I'm not a pastor
I don't call myself the savior
My name does not rhyme with self righteous behavior
But I try, Oh I try to be good

Decent in this world, but my palm stretches itself thin
Trying to collect all the pain and hatred in this world
In doing so I receive permanent scars.
I can not face the bars of this life
This life I desperately want to come home to

I will try oh, I will try to save you all
I may be foolish, hungry, and to idealistic, but for me this room seems white
I may be standing on a land mine, or a gold mine.
Each microcosm I pass I want their microcosm to explode with
Euphoria, Awakening, Enlightenment, and Healing when we meet

These will not be my last words that I speak
These are not the last things I am thinking
But in my heart you will see better days
And I will see oh, I will see you again

Standing alone, surrounded
Outside a gas lamp - a flickering essence of mystery
A path.

Where it leads.
You choose not to know.
Rather walking inside
A step taken, nothing more
Inside - trapped, tied, tangled, knotted
Names you do not know
Faces glance
You change your name

Masquerade your personality with falsehoods
Shimmy in your dress
Chandeliers quiver to the gowns
Unkind fellows breathe to close
Gracing yourself
Caged with rules
Grappling with tradition
Patronized, condescending, and patted
Played with, passed, and mopped
A chess piece, a card
Your house of cards collapse

The glitter is gleaming in shades of red
Brown, green, and blue
Hiding from our shadows
Dancing in the glitter
Parading around the attraction of light
But masked our identity... With strands of gold

Gold plastered, masked, and molded on our face
Contemporary gold,
Will not ease the pain
The shadows envelopes your heartbeat
Stretching close to the ambilical chord to the light

Snap!
Every dream fades
All falls into deep darkness
Painful, deep shadows
Your face grusomely scalped
Scarred, scorched, with fear
The truth, rotted, fermented
All that rests is your masquerade gown, but now the moths got to it

Alone, when you are always surrounded

When have you graced me with love

Look

Outside - you want yourself, you wait

And I sit in silence - I berate that day your lights filled the sky

Green lush mountains peak to the heavens singing ' my oh my - dreamers catchen the spirit tonight'

But I fall deep to dark ashes and rebirth into the lord Phoenix and become one

I no longer wait, I paint my skies with hues of lavender and peach

Maybe one day you will become one with me

Plunged in the dead center
Gasping, grasping, asking for air
Pooled goo globed inside of you
Sit inside a pool of gushy goo
Dipping deeper unable to move
Your lungs collapse, mini heart attacks
The fear turns black, Swimming recklessly
Pushing, and pulling, budging, and shoving
Stuck in your mind - unable to twitch a limb
Thickened - weighed down - trapped - sinking......

Will you be mine? My Sticky slime valentine?
Take me in my shape ?
I could not, Unable, Incapable.
I could not say for the goo has gotten it's way.

Was it me, you?
I could not know.  

As you sit by the veranda, I watched us fall down feet from each other
Years ago, our legs were entangled.

A choice made, that would change my life
Moving, living, and being together - then, nothing planned.
And now we don't see our plans as one,
And who could say what made that happen...

Running from this life

I feel like a drip

Course toes tickled the silked fringes

Willow brushes tasted the night

Watching it blow. Willow leafs' tips caressed nights glow
Swaying to the trumpet's  highest notes

Swamp like creatures lure in my shadow. Creeping on the moon's glow.

I feel like a breeze

Wheat meadows captured my essence in two breathes and one fervor

My growth hidden in midnight's blow.
Dampening the wrists to swim - breathe it's  green

I'm not every spirit, free - risking to capture a misted, darkening dream

How can I phrase this?
Lamely laid - I've paid my way to my own grave, but I changed
Transformed
It's the day I will exclaim in pity pools and parade budded skies
My lovely hearts are carried to fry
It's why?  

It's city kings and big boxed lords sitting on lards of lush and luxury
Delivering to the mouths and blistering our hearts
And keeping the steel wall closed from ourselves - we become the consuming  generation

Airdropped from to the earth from a contained hedonistic lair.
We grow in every way and grow through every day
Listen...
Look...

Feel.

Can you digest what you see?
Can you see, the cruelty painfully pushed as a casualty
Covered like up like a felony
Treated like no biggie
Thee eyes no nothing of what they see
Their story is morphed

And no one wants the truth

So we sit in silence

Until the world sees what I see - justice

Morning dusk weakens me
Holds me
The grandfather clock ticks
The stained cabinets sit idly
The sprinkles of dust laying
Reminding me of last night

A wish kept beneath the stairs
Was there
Granite and stone freeze
My feet walk upon a frozen wish
Locked, quietly breathing
Carrying me to where I am now

Hidden nights grabbed. Gripped
Heathen puffed mouths
Filled with devious schemes

Sun dried eyes blend these notions. Rebellious, shhhh shhhh

Trimmed, pierced - bitten
Carress my lovers mouth

Love or lightness. Blend my truest heart's honesty, love
With your truest intentions to blow away - hidden behind all darkest corners.

A silence. Who do we belong to, eachother?

Candidly so,
I'm increased by you
Your love, presence and adoration

Have you came to me so
In beauty, trampled by ways
You can not live without me

Your woes do show
Am I yours - carefully written down
Unknown to you
I am

We've not formally met

Each breathe, momentary thoughts.... tumble like sand
Beating breathlessly, all the while, in a moment, the dream - shatters!
A bottle of sand. A bottle of sharded pieces beside granules of sand.
The ocean tugs, again, once more, then in a flicker of moments the shard vanished from earth's surface
Pulled out by the oceans current, further, eventually the singular piece of glass sinks below, quietly below - quieter than darkness.

The abyss' dark shadows thicken, envelope the single shard of glass - the only piece left.
As it aimlessly sinks quickly beneath, unable to swim, gravity's weight forcefully leaves the piece no options but to fall into a further kind of darkness.

All the sudden, a swing, a single bounce, and drums beat and their bass of the underworld stings of sorrow and empty screams, the sea bottom was swirling touches of unwelcoming creatures and carnivorous eaters - a whirlwind of fright.
Suddenly the glass is swallowed, gulped up, it wasn't what it expected - it wanted to find its missing pieces and piece back again, but the swalling creature would not allow that dream to happen, ever again.
All it felt was the chomp of heaviness and it didnt move.

The mouth held the glass into shape, other pieces of sand mixed and moved.
What a feeling. Heavy in darkness, quiet, calm, and steady; the piece of the broken bottle was forming inside the mouth of an oyster.
Each day the glass would wait, more sand appeared and  it worked away, waiting to be released.
Working to form, making its shape, toiling and forming, years in darkness, all waiting to see the sun once again.

Years in darkness, ousted from others, yet it grew and grew; bigger by the day.
Then mercy came! The day came, that shone in a brilliant manner, blinding and glorious.
The latched closure opened, years later for the single shard, but it was no longer a shard.
A single pearl among the desert of shards, the desert no one could distinguish amongst many shards, but a pearl laying amongst the desert of shards.

Can we......
I feel - is all this - wrapped in knots, hope, cloud, and a clout to my head
A motion, flashed - twitched in a second, innuendos
The clock handle moving - while our motion is steady - untouched
Building and falling. Your bravery marked on us both, forever falling to your grip

Green, blue, purple, lively love my dear
Have you whispered sweet nothings
In ones soft ear, caressing them in a trans
Whispering 'it's you'
Finally, a dream caught in your sunrise
The hands you hold me with mold into my side
Marking my hide - burning inside
With passion - fumed, full of embers crystallizing
Will you bring me - collide to me - send me to you
You whisper on my neck touching slowly - counting the galaxy
The lunar collection piled on my back
The mountains of smoke collect in your misted breathe
And your holding me by a whisper - and I drag my arms
Holding you -
Fervor of your brushes - the taste of your wind
Surrounds me - holds me

The world's tipped on its axis, yet my mind is tripped over you
Lost in relish of giddy tickled touches - fools stuck in a dreaming pool of love
Light rays land on your hand guiding a touch once more
You do, hold me - and I you

Believing and dreaming, growing and leaving
Leaving behind......
A whoosh and a spin, a grin and a glint, all that it takes before time is amiss.

DREAM
larger, infinite, timeless, senseless, insurmountable, imaginable.

These are the moments in which the impossible can be conceived.
A smile is taken as a romantic gesture,
And every single moment can be jumbled in a messy, wild, reckless grin
Each stroke taken as its last
Each beat felt like never before
And its all coming now

Will it ever come like this again?

Weep Oceana weep, my sweetest dear

What a homebody you've been to me, darling Oceana

Now don't curdle my head and heart, but oh the distance
I weep for the distance

Each cradled memory - beaten with palm frans with invisible hands holding me


Meddling with time Oceana. Oh it's been time! My ocean current bringing me down, but I promise, so deeply to the marrow - there is no other one, to this day

Oh dear, my sails must go up you see.
My hands are wrinkling with time, sparingly - so I only hold your fainted lights in my locket to the unfolding oblivion

The wind on my neck, Countless stars guiding me north - a new destiny.
But in every written desire, I will always look south, back to you - my only Oceana

Conjoining in one - above
As long as serenity sets in the ocean mist
Clarity sets, breathing as one

Each one above, below - reasons with strength
Guiding our touch, skimming over the ocean's gaping mouth
Realization, small, simple, then grander, greater.....
Peace within, the circle closes in
Self evident that
Once more, clarity of the 'true self' closes in on you

Crushed under light
Observed minusculely
Contained, constricted
Hypnotize impatience, as one tears for the dark

Callous bites aimlessly
A wild animal one becomes
As if living in eternal light

Finally, time for crouching in the dark
But one is dreadfully fearing when the bright of light
Will reveal, displease, repulse

So they stay crouching quietly in the dark

Her golden hair, her eyes were wide and her ears were open
I'm going to tell you she was a beauty
A magnificient vacation from your walls of pressure and hatred
A nice getaway in your moments of need

But only when you saw that your needs needed to be met. You thought to say hello, and stop by for a while.
She was still listening with her ears open, eyes wider, legs apart when she sat, and hair golden as the sun.
Only when she wasnt looking you looked for another vacation in an abandoned warehouse where you could easily store away the evidence.

Her hair was always in her face, but after you learned the shape of her hand, you painted it along side your hip, as she swayed back and forth she started to see the  smoke in your eyes.
Her eyes squinted, her hair was a little bit frizzy, and her body was stiffer.
She smelt a different vacation on his back.
She started to feel his hand slide down her - she obliged as she turned her cheek to the wall

Days turned into storms their little island was beginning to sink
She was Circulating, desperately trying to decode him - but she felt the concrete thicken her stance.
The mirror yelled at her thighs and she started to cut her plates in half
The mirror yelled at her hair so she dyed it in black
The mirror yelled at her eyes so she drenched them in black

The next morning her nightmere wasnt gone she saw him and he saw her
He was confused but she was more so.
He looked at her, without a single word pushed her in his car
He legs were so  locked together he had to get a wrench to pry them open, her eyes lifeless, her hair fried  with chemicals - with this gaunt, lifeless, hallow expression she felt numb to the bone, but be was in paradise.

The prickles were stabs to her, his body was suffocating hers - she was paralyzed. He was controling everything he was shocking her body.
"Get off!" "Stop please Stop!" She screamed for mercy and with every gulp,  fear  surged through her body. His paradise was transforming into a tornado - he tried to lock her away in the basement. He put her hands over her mouth "Shhhh keep quiet, just let the storm blow over."

She could feel his pulse, aggression was what the smoke was made out of.

He contained her
Silenced Her
And after he broke through, and completed

She started to weep, and he fell on top of her.

When she woke up, she got out of the car, walked to the ocean
She saw a tiny little island
Closed her eyes
Dove in, and forever there may she stay.

Quiet quiet....

Tingle, oh granted, a dream!

Silence.   It's burden.

Toiling hands, emptied veins, to give a dream beneath space? Time?

Quiet, the flickers dissolve to the present of thought.

Ambition? A dream conceived from particles space can not deny.
Restless hands dig for reasons...

Found space beneath.

A pit below - hollowed.

The abyss  of flickers snipped away- beneath.

Subconscious dream sleeping lowly,
Dark. Shrouded pitfalls creep your thoughts.

Uncover such dirt. deafeningly  uncovered. Brighter than light upon ones dream.

All the time - below

Opening doors keeping out the dark fumes
My lover hidden upon darkened tombs
And I assumed there's an attribution through you
Who am I to assume?
My dream casted discreetly, shielded neatly - playfully pull underneath me
Keep me at an unrest

Undress, test, your eyes will surmise I'm not thinking of only you in dusk sunrise
Tie me, try me - bend me, break me
Try as you mite you can't believe thee
You're not the only eyes  

Hash me, harass me - your answer unfulfilled yet,
Becoming furious I let you come forth
Sharp and sweet I meet you hands and grip they do
I show you, I can love two

You snap and take me, burn, bust, and shake me
You can't hold any longer
You let go
And I run never letting you really hold me

She was the kindest friend I ever had,
But one I wouldn't say to much about
We'd see eachother on occasion, but she never pushed me
I never felt like she was an evasion to my space
To my crazy little thoughts

Instead she was the soil to my growth
The seed of my confidence
My flower blooming, bursting with colors
My feet firmly planted
I walked with pride
My eyes looked at the stars,  For once I felt assured in my stride

Some nights we stayed up late, our pillows stacking into forts
My eyes twirled like a plane on a rocket
And In my room We danced all night, laughed until dawn
My stomach would clench in pain from laughing
My eyes watered, and my heart was fluttering with glee
I felt whole around her like she sewed a missing part to me

We Shared our darkest secrets for long
My blood sistes, Nothing could every feel wrong
I felt so close to home I could cry, and I did

I told her my somber life story
The trauma, the pain - she held my hand
Before long, I told her my insecurities.
Despising the shape, colors, and texture of my body
I looked at her and held my waist,
I glared at her in disgust, twirling the fat, ripping off my skin
I was screaming in her face

Then I curled into a bundle, ashamed.
She cupped her hands under my chin, and said," I love the way you are, please don't ever change."

Reconciled, I went to hug her to only bring her nearer
Oddly, She didn't hug back because she was nothing but a mirror

Moments

Hidden ago, long ago beneath this stairwell

Tempting to reopen yet torture to hold so dearly

Single lane separation

Holding this ideal, sun kissed on my temple, perpetual grief as the truth is opposed to ideals

Warm tender joints
Shaking in calm movements
Sleeping under the yet to be seen ideals of given fantasies unable to disclose

Oh but a haze.....

A fog, a blow
Oh but a weariness.......

Oh but a fallacy. A curse.
Unless embraced, unless held with care.

The haze can confuse,
Lose you....
The haze, is hanging angel, a shining curse.
If torment will come -- you can allow it to.
If the haze is taken slowly, it can caress you.

There is nothing but freedom and madness.
There is nothing but darkness and pure light.

At the harbor, the docks shake and anchor.
But out at sea there is nothing to guide you.....

And the haze can be the meaning you put.
The winds will blow the direction you gear.
And the haze can be nothing but a story you tell it.

Ashes blown
Spirits awaken
Memories casted
Breathes stirred


Morph....
Transform....
Break through.....

Blow the dust and let the leaves sway
Greenery lush will decease one day
Committing isn't always fitting.... Learn there will be nights where the stars hang low, but you want to see the stars on the other side of the world

Play....  
Dream.... Wonder what this day will include
Don't believe your roots won't include you, but....

Branches break and so may you,
But look beyond the wandering map,
Look beyond the plaque name in front of your home

If you step across the border
And into the well..

May one day come, your name will be written from stars above

The world turns
all becomes, shifting metamorphosis
Continually
Grace
Of
Growth

moving silently
moving days without visible motion
We shudder and bask in the days end

Forgetting, what the motion took to become

Endings

Hesitation burns so lightly
Heavily holding
This grandeous hypocrisy

Who shall pay for dinner?

Him or her ?

Emotional Emotional Wreck
There is nothing that will turn your brain off and on like a dream wiped away
Your fantasies were potent
Not potent enough to speak your thoughts
Not thick enough to grasp the day and shake it in your hands

Messy Messy Head
A rocking chair could do less damage
A roller coaster of energy
Negativity plummeting in your hands
Left with a sigh of relief, yet regret

Burnt Burnt Face
Hot with sour emotions pouring into your veins as a very reminder of your loss
Your regrets
Your pain
Your mistakes

Started in your head
Will not end in your Head
It will end in your heart

Crickets creek under the midnight glow
I hear the Violins strumming to the airy night
And as many stars a glow, the warm gust heightens the senses
And fervor stirs in the belly - warmth, touching, feeling
Flickering candle light momentous glow - lifts your head back

The breathes of air gently brisk on your neck
Guiding it's way to your back
Grasping behind you
Holding you tightly - embracing you
The summer breeze welcomes your deviousness
Your imaginings and all of the wild rage, yearning for touches

Laying your back on the dune under the twinkling ceiling  
A distant dream imagined years ago and enters a doubt
Loneliness creeps in and ones ideal twinkles again and hope is restored
The empty echoes filled with cricket squeaks
Jitter bugs and buzzing fills the void of the empty summer breeze