intuition is a
powerful premonition
I feel it in my gut- hate

I
never knew you could affect me the most
I
never knew you could be the music to my ears

See?
you don't know these things don't you?

It happens everyday
until one day
it'll ******* away
far away

Flower of time, how precious is this jewel of mine.
Blooming at birth,  slowly withering at the same time.
This Flower of Time could die anytime, withering in time.
So please be careful with this moment in time.
I hope you are careful with this flower of time.
I hope you are spending it wisely, not wasting your time.
You only have this portion of time to live this life.
Please be careful with this Flower of Time. It might run out at any time.....

The one answer left to me
  is captured in verse

Old roadmap destroyed
  old play unrehearsed

The light becomes blocked
  as it shines from without

Its story an old one
  its warmth left in doubt

The road to this moment
  paved over in verse

Its bedrock a question
  an inner rebirth

My eyes closing tightly
  the last chant has begun

Past-future in ruins
  as within—I become

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

I came before your petals had bloom.
The grass would assume that I watered your flowers.
I wasn’t responsible for that.
You found some way to deep aqua from the underground as naturally unsual it may be.
I just had my face in hand as your jasmine flowers grew.
As you became an astonishing woman.
A woman beyond measurable clue.
What are you?
An abundance of love.
A presumably undoublty covenant in the hope that you remain that angel that inspired me to be.
To be more than rain from above, showering with a day that you remain in your shell.
Remain unkept.
Dwell on the moments that the psyche doesn’t intercept.
We’ve normalized retracement.
Idolized the impact of a non-profitable commitment and I’m not one.
I’m not a human that strives on the wave.
I’ve bounced, I’ve danced, ive denied the logics but the population remains unsaved.
But I am with you.
I’ve been in loneliness but you’ve broken through.