Feeling the breath of life.
Feeling the flight of spirit.
Positivity flows.
Manifesting magic.
Birthing angel wings.
I hear the soul.
I hear the stars.
Tranquility washes over me.
Beauty surrounds me.
This peace of mine.
This peace of mind.
It's so divine.

Intuition knows.
Consciousness grows.
Creativity flows.

if i shall die today

i will have lived a thousand lifetimes of happy bliss

contained within that single passing moment 

of unspoken, unending, beauty.

that moment 

when our eyes first met 

across that ocean of blurred lights and faces 

and i stood there

with my naked soul

heart like a humming bird

suspended in time.

that moment 

when everything fell into place

and simultaneously all fell away

and i stood there

lost in the reality 

of your breathtaking existence.

was i at all born before that day

that moment, that face
that brought life to theses bones

breath to these lungs

words to this paper

and reason to this old and weary soul.

yes if i shall die today

i will have lived a thousand times more 

then any one who has ever died before

for i have danced in your grace 

long enough to know, to not fear fate.

When I hold her hand time stops.

I've woken up haunted by the ghosts of my own demons.
An ominous presence lurks just outside the edges of my peripheral vision.
The impending chaos hovers over my head like an untapped thunder cloud.
The fragile calm inside my head is eerily similar to an abandoned hospital.
Each room holding the possibility of a new fear,
Threatening to burst forth like a jack-in-the-box.
I know I've arrived.
There's no direction, no forks left in this road.
I must move forward.
My next step will take me right off the edge of this cliff.
I can't see the bottom, but somehow know that once I reach it, I'll survive.
The forces holding me back are the vacuum of a vortex.
******* with all their might,
pulling me back to the past.
That past.
That déjà vu.
That endless pulse of a lifeless cycle.
Just one step.
Inches!
I will myself to move,
Paralyzed in my current existence.
The nightmare is a lie,  
I am awake.
This is the lull,
This is the calm before the storm.

when a boy finds a girl pretty
his mass of love gains velocity
and in that moment(um) of trance
he sees a chance for romance!

when a girl finds a boy attractive
though she first plays a little evasive
can’t hide for long her cheeks’ blush
in the growing velocity of her love’s mass!

My blank eyes stare
In bold frustration
At the white sheet
Sitting, calmly mocking me
On the plain brown table

The pen quivers in hand
My mussels shake with shame
But try as I might
My ideas are insanely sane

No bursting fits of passion
Or inspiring metaphors
Only a page covered in splatters
From my ink of internal wars

A block of metal in my mind
A chain of iron on my hand
Glossy mirrors on my eyes
Spiking needles in my thighs

Calling for me to get up
To leave this terrible attempt
But when a poets mind is blank
Like mine
About blankness will they find a rhyme