I,
Quiet Observer
of the moving air.

Your colors way
as they
wash
     through
           me.

I exhale pulling rolling seas

(the scale fish
wish and
wash
with ease)

I, Observer
of a quiet
room.

These Souls come
in and
     out
we *****!

Aged children
miss
their lullabies  
So he sang
her softly
to sleep.
Her submitting in her dreams.
(wishing it that way)
And it was
for, yes
I saw it all!
I watch the young-ins sleep!

your colors move
I interpret you!

(closed walls)

EVERYONE can see through me!
You
have nothing
to hide
     therefore.

The sun didn't look quite right.
Once echo with bright and
burning
we trudged our way to nightfall
seeing life only dim.

Sore smoking we wade and
wheezy
hoping to see our sun soon
in a different location.
We're hurting to find new light!

I invade and address such conditions
understanding the light
as it's new like the day.
Away!
Shores shining. I see it,
I breath it.
Captured with imagination
and soaked in through my

water walls.

I, crystal
now glimmer
absorbing,
light so.
He said to me, baby
just please
let it go!

Lie here!
Stay dim.
We can find our colors

elsewhere.

He sang to me on the porch step.
I watched him whimper
hitting the last note.
It thumped,
and I wished I didn't hear it.

So soft
and ridged,
like rivers
stones,
and waterfalls.
Such a happy imagination
at first glance
and a sad and
seapy
way down.
Ears on fire
notes like water
my voice slacks
in such ways.
Feel it!
Believe in it!
for voices will not
stay!

Him singing
there
like songs
are not melodies.

Such a sad way to be.

I think
the vision of Death
has seen me.
She sat in my living room
and she laughed
as she should have.

Since then, everything light has dark.
We accepted the lambs
of our giving grass
and saw them holy!
Meat and all,
stripped down
by the monsters
of the earth
and received
on our silver platters.

We are ****** too.

People feel stupid, alone
in crowded places.
What is your tattoos
and hair doos
***** looks
and drug use
going to do for you now?

Her favorite color was Purple.
I know this, because I studied the corners of her eyes.
With bright colored bags
and calm painted skin
it was the most beautiful
thing about her.

In fact her name was
Purple.
Excluding the flawless of me,
reaching toward the stars
showing shine
without jealousy!
We even laughed together
as I so eloquently shoved
the idea of her presence
in the grocery store
aside.
I look back toward her eyes
they are broken and proud.
In motion,
I envied such passion
such simplicity without regret
I scold my illusion...

Seeing life without dark
and holding hands with her tragedy
I look
once more
into
human
eyes
and realize,

that I
now am the ugly one.

Hold on!

Like the fire does,
to the sky..

We know heaven in fossils.
We are godly, we are wise.
I held on to you, dear cloud
with rain in your eyes
I showed you life in fire
It means something to Die.
Long winter says over
I kissed him goodbye.
And with spring comes new wind.
              It is new wind..
And what could feel better?
Sweet breezes.
New eyes.