I can't think of the correct words to describe
Exactly what you are to me
I can't begin to explain

The surprise

That I fell so smoothly into your
Honey stare

I pulled myself out of the cool blue water
In pursuit of your amber gaze

Nothing but a giver
surrounded by takers
My mind left in slivers
from figuring the fakers
I try to convince
myself they give a ****
at my own expense
Im proven wrong again
as if heartlessness
is a trait of the strong
waiting weakened, wishing
that my own was gone

I am no more afraid of dying
   than I was afraid of never being born
in this universal symphony
   I am just an underscore
these notes are falling flat
   the pitch is sounding off
Im softening the volume
   of this forgotten song

Old wood and brick walls made it
seem like the place called home
and we met a few strangers. She
wore a floral patterned dress and
me a combination of smoky greys.
The jukebox caused feet to dance
as musky bourbon casks ran dry.

The days blur together: fog
and moisture run off of the docks
with sunrise providing a flash
of hope that something will change.
But sunset rips change from
our callused hands that
don’t even blister anymore.

Algae green waves crash onto
the black rocks of the ocean,
the sea foam caps inviting my feet
to dance into the unknown depths
of the sea. A petite fishing boat
cuts through the fog and we meet
face-to-face.

Flowers blowing in the wind
give me a flash of hope something
will change. She offers a weak smile
and is gone as fast as she appeared.
Gone - it happens so quickly; the
wind picked up and my feet decided
to dance. Fall down, never get up again.

There I stood
In a long hallway
Stretching thinly
To a lit point

Lined with doors
Opening as they closed

Its prisms transposing
Euphoria as it shone

Lifting my chest
It dragged me breathless
Down its stretches

As I was reflected
In my own projections
Of sentients

Until innocence
Was all there is

And that is
Where thoughtless
Narrative lives

Where languidly it gives
Wordlessness meaning

And that is
Where fraughtless
Intentions can win

Acting replacing thinking

Incentive in Zen
Awaking and thinking again

Was is and gonna be
Everything I believe
Even while deceived
In sets of themes

Numeric categories
And the tragic stories
Of grander things

Things of grandeurous dreams
That I wring out in the sink
While winking
The well wishes away
In splashes
Of graying
Paint

My hate
Is displayed
In the mourning
Of Mondays

And with relatable monotony
And some mundane

Everything goes back to the same

Or at least
That's the philosophy

She took in the light
Of flashlights
As though a sun
Warming her
To perfection

Her feline smile
Unmoved for hours
Despite her heaving breaths
Unrelentingly fed
To the fading bulbs

Where she waited

For him
In the dim

Until the door opened

And he
Walked in
Lifting her
As he sat down

Laying her on his lap
In his chair

By the window

Where he
Brushed her
To sleep

Just once more

Once more
In the golden glow

He had seen before

i slept
  for twenty years and then awoke to wonder why.

i fell asleep for twenty more,
  awoke, let out a sigh,

then slept again for thirty five more years.
  now here i lie,

a man who slept my whole whole life through, i lay awake
  to die.

~



My heart cries
of this pain she feels
Draped in nightmare cloth,
heavy weave of iron bars and barbed wire jagged
Stealing her smile, breaking her will,
devouring happiness before it blooms


Tormenting tint on broken windows
and shards of anxious reaching
with extended arms that long to hold her,
much too short, but still trying…never giving up
Tears fall of distant eyes,
voices scream in angst of denial


For I stand here demanding this pain,
begging, pleading to the heavens…
place it on me, take me to my knees,
for it is there that I crumble anyway,
a massive heap on crushed posies
staring on me with sorrowed eyes


Pounding the asphalt, my palms bleed
blood mingles with gravel,
red clings to visions as worry wreaks my gut
To feel helpless… worthless
Cussing blinded metaphors
of withered understanding


Take my heart, for it knows not the pain
yet feels it in waves of despair…
crashing of desires and needs,
dreaming it with open eyes and blistered imagination
Hear my plea, take it from her
place it on me…please