Seriously, what's wrong with you?

What happened to the man who did not let words phase him

Or be brought down by an insignificant slur?

The man who bottled everything

and wrapped that bottle with the toughest steel.

The man who saw the light at the end of every tunnel,

Who smiled at everyone he meets,

Who saw the best in every single person,

Who believed in chivalry and love at first sight

Is he still there?

Did that bottle break?

Or is not dating a woman killing you?

Do you miss her touch?

Do the words of people who don't know you get in you skin?

Why don't you listen to the ones that care?

Stand up,

Speak up,

And believe,

Those are the words you once stood for ever so vehemently  

Open your eyes and gaze at all these questions

It's about time you answered them.

Darling dearest,

I know troublesome times lie ahead,
But never neglect yourself.

Beloved, your beauty radiates the room,
Like the sun does the sky,
The stars do the night,
And your smile does your eye.

Never neglect yourself or fail to realize just how loved you are.
I know troublesome times are upon you set at an overwhelming tempo,
But soon the tempo will slow,
And you will know what I know.

My darling dearest.

Copyright March 18, 2013

I sat outside tonight,
because the world was beautiful,
for the sky matched the rain;
a star for every droplet
of pure musical chime.

As I lay upon sweet soaked grass,
my surroundings became nothing more
then great harmonics from a sparkling xylophone
situated within a black room filled with glitter-
who no one told where to stop,
and it stretched to fill all notes of sound.

In this massive expanse of the imagination,
beset by stimulus on every side,
the human mind finds the space to dream in silver-chrome
and make it turn reality.

Lost to the in-mind,
Eyes almost teary with exhaustion as city exhaust expends my already weary body, (... mind... soul!...)
I walked into the washroom at Tilley's travel emporium (you know those hats you see on Steve Irwin? The stereotypically Australian saucers with a tilt like a collision? Tilley hats. They were invented by the creator of this store.)

and it smells like you.

all my weary head can imagine

is your

midnight mouse

of a snore

and
       your

soft

       lava-stone skin

the solar system of freckles on your shoulders

the stars of

birthmarks

on your

      arm.

I say good night

as

    Canada

     tucks the 2 of us in

   for the last time


     until

    April.

I heard you in the shower
something sad and slow

I fell madly and instantly,
and you didn't even know

All that I am is smoldering embers of a dying fire
waiting for a wind that will pick up my flame
you are the oxygen which allows me to burn
with one gust from you i know i’ll remain

The night is now still and foresees a guaranteed storm
as i wait for the torrent i beg mercy of the stars
the stars not responding, they point me to you
so your tasseogrophy tells me, ambivalent you are

I, these smoldering embers, still wait patiently
my flame still remains a dormant bed of ash
the only truth i know is that your breath is my fate
and if that breath wont come, just tell me, i ask

I can no longer bare the silence of this impending storm
let the torrent pour in and douse my embers out
this is the end of my smoldering existence
oh how you had me burning during the drought