Feel my heart’s attention
You can hear it
Buried deep, pounding like thunder
Thun, thun, done.
Done are the days where I’ve loved you
So few they seemed
Hours onto hours
Then nothing complete
Done are the days of this youthful mourning
So little of love was seen.

Distant shores of France,
Toward you I advance,
Looking for your water.
The sun seems to beam down,
Oppressing the nearby town,
Where I sit talking to a doctor's daughter.
Her clothing looks so chic,
I dare the boy next to me to speak,
Enchanting him with my eyes.
Dare I say this is my place,
I run around the forest with haste,
Expecting a strange man to become wise.
I feel safe at the stump of a tree,
Imagining a family of three
Beautiful birds chirping in the sunlight.
What will happen to me when I get gray and old?
Will I remember the stories I once told,
The ones that brought me joy and fright?
I guess we will just have to see,
Go along with the processes that be,
Dreaming of our youth when it has gone.
I will always admire the country,
Looking upon the sea and its bounty,
Alongside the doctor's daughter until dawn.

Lemon sultry cake in spring
Where does our love begin?
With a hand or with a fume?
There goes our blessed moon.
And what of our painted lady?
Do we choose not to worship?
Come back again to our lives,
Sweet summer of pride.
We want what you hold.

You heralded yourself in such a way that no one could come close.
You sought your outcome in a bed of women with knives in their socks.
I see who you are.
Your eyes are empty sockets that see light in the dark,
Because your mind has imagined it all.

Desire I have to be a great,
Desire, lost and won.
I have it in my heart,
For in my many lives I have seen
What treacheries come about
When it may run deep.
I know this place feels foreign,
For I am of seventeen.
I have not made a home,
And there is none to be seen.
Desire for a home arises,
And I must put it away,
For love of all things is to
The poets dismay.
We all love desire, and,
We desire to die,
For we do not know,
Or, perhaps do not have
The means to live.

I lie here, thinking of you,
As I often do.
This time, however, I realized it might not be true—
The dream I have of us, where you wear red and I wear blue,
As a symbolic representation of our spiritual hues.
It can't possibly be real; that which constantly plays in my head.
The idealized form exists in the mind, but when materialized, it's just a bunch of pale roses in the garden bed.
There's not enough water to keep them red,
The sun doesn't shine brightly enough, and they fail to live up to what was said.
"They will be so beautiful, they will be so nice."
But the months go by, only for their sweet fragrance to be trapped in winter's ice,
And I think even if our love does compare to what's in my mind,
It won't last a lifetime.
Does that dissuade me from pursuing you?
Not entirely, though it leaves me confused.
Why do I follow what will be bruising, when I could sit and forever peruse,
The depths of my imagination, the stories I've told,
In an effort to construct the perfect love with my mirroring soul.

I seek the meadow within—
It lies there covered in mud.
It’s fragrance of the June summer,
My, how I wish we could meet more often.
I run my hand through you,
Your everlasting green,
And drink your blue.
Crystal coast you seem to be,
I’ll forever run with you.

The fumes from my paintings are making me high
or am i feeling that feeling you keep chasing
wait, did you just whisper to me that we
share that goal of chasing highs
no not of chasing but of being
in love with one another
maybe im just crazy
slowly coming to
nothing but a
single word
children.

To live is to know one's heart
And to see one’s soul as theirs.
Another one in another year
No, they are not replaced
Only this physical form disintegrates.
But on and on goes on the soul
In different outfits forward step.
Let go of all the suffering
For love is so adept
To see the tears of a beautiful child.

I threw my cigarette in your luggage
Thinking it was trash
How was I supposed to know
That you had become so attached
To belongings in a case
That will eventually disintegrate?

I travel back and forth
In this existence.
I see a queen
Perched on a rock.
Confident she sits
Knowing the future
Not sharing it all.
The apple of her existence
Is not hers for the taking.
It is teased in front of her eyes.
Consumption and proclamation
“I am the ruler and not you.”
What is she to do?
She sits perched on a rock.

Created out of my own imagination
It surely was not real
Running towards the dilapidated station
Of spacious spectacular zeal.
Like a butterfly wanting its cocoon
I want for the embrace of what I've made
The future feelings to come taken too soon
With confirmation of sickness on a *****.
I have dealt the deck many times
But to wonder what you have become
Is like watching paint dry.
I have seen so much and known so little
I understand now that all we need is care.
Care for me with the embrace I seek
Care for me like ships gently caressed
floating on the ocean's surface
And I will give you eternal life
Just say the magic words
I do , I do , I do.
Let the crevices of your mind fill with light
Truth becomes souls inside a blockade  
If not for your love and understanding
That I am who I am
And you are nothing but my lover.

I see the same car everywhere,
I am passing it I say,
I entertain that its not fair,
Then I look away.
Things that I don't want to see,
But I can't escape,
All the things that used to be,
I've shoved behind the drape.
It is all a show after all,
Can't you understand?
The forces that are mighty and tall,
Are scheming from another land.
You are but a pawn in the game,
However, do not be discouraged,
Your angels are not to blame,
They are the reason it is far you've journeyed.
Everything will be explained,
When you arrive home,
All the things that drive you mad,
will finally leave you to roam.
No, it is not mistake,
No, it's not just in your head,
The events that occur when you're awake,
Are as planned as blood is red.

I felt a wave of love from the trees,
Green in their growth and sweet in their fruit.
I simply asked, "Would you help me wipe away this soot?
The soot that clings to my heart and darkens all that should feel lovely."

They said, "Come near and take a seat.
Can you feel our roots growing beneath?
Will you intertwine your breath with mine?
And when you weep, will you touch the soil and feel our heartbeat?"

To the giants of the land, I replied,
"I can feel your love, know your knowledge, and see your vision.
You are the serenity that bridges earth and sky,
While I am but a morsel of your magic that will surely pass before you die.

The power you possess in your filtering form
Creates life for those who here are born.
But I ask, who will you be when you return
to the sacred place we all deeply yearn?"

Pretty people I don’t really care for
Beds I don’t make
Souls that walk barefoot
Or people that are bare
I can’t hug a stranger
For someone might be led astray
A curse or a blessing
It’s not up to me to say
They always say it’s up to god
But god doesn’t make much sense
I only know myself
And even that I can’t explain

she's gone like the stars in the morning time
a few left to make you smile
never enough to overwhelm.
she's fine like the sweet escape of time
they call her name
she says i'm running away.
she's felt so deep
like a trench where soldiers laid
so awful it was to lay with them.
she's kind as flowers are pink
sometimes they are
and sometimes you have to look inside.
she's rough like jagged stones
beach hair tousled from the breeze
"baby," she says "come back to me."
she's sick of deception
who knows her name
"please get away from me" says she.
she's me.  
cant you see?

Golden buildings and cypress trees
Information that held the soul
Intact and nurtured we would go
To the place to learn the art.
It was not about the test,
This understanding would rest,
Forever lingering about us.
Quickly breathing in the morning
A chilly cycle of the afternoon.
A warm smile in the corner
A straight face in the corridor
A moment with you would
make it all better.
Tell me you got that letter
I sent to the back of class.