Simple soft songs
hum the rhythms
summer evenings, steel blue skies
soft pink the skin of honey blossoms in the wind
lily white throats curve to catch

Warm feet bare to the earth
Sink in the mud
Run
Spin with the wind the heavy curtains of rain
hide the soft green shoots of grass
obscure all things past to mist and cool water

Wash away sharp city skylines
replace them with lush curves
Scrub the touch of vengeance and mercy
leave only the lightning, and the taste of rain filled air
Flickers of florescent lights like purple paints
every small pain soaked up like a sponge
seeps from skin I had thought broken
bruised against the rocks cut against the teeth
now healed
soft golden glistens the sunset through the storm off of
blue veins like vines
silver echoes

Leaving only the rain
and the eyes in the dark
the hymn of those set free

Can you hear me?
I whisper
the brush of wind on a microphone
touch
goose bump tickles on the edge of your ear
ripples of alternating heat and chill
raised up static like the pensive in a gathering storm
dew wet grass like the sweetest taste of water
from your lips
senses blur together
I'm alone in a field
night vision turns all things to living silver
the grass in the moonlight just like water in the wind
that stars ring like bells
they are being wrapped in the coming fog bank
ethereal gossamer swirls
white silk sheets and black velvet
Naked I don't feel the cold
I feel alive
I want to run and fight and feel
trip the circuit in my brain and your teeth in my neck awake the vivid memory
red skin on skin kiss you so hard you don't end, I don't begin
twisting with passion and then
this cool rain misting from the fog
this opposite
just as wonderfully vivid
just as vital
I want to make you feel
I want you to see the sunset set fire to the horizon and
I want you to feel on fire for the sky
I want you to feel my touch and feel like passion leaves you no choice but to pull me closer
Can't you hear me.. you are so faint
Hiding in your flat world
Its nothing
Its drinking yourself into a ******* stupor
its pretending you aren't alive
aren't an animal
you are afraid to feel and fear and be free
where are the mountain tops
where are the volcanoes
where have you hidden your abyss?
We are no more than wolves in the wilderness pretending to be dogs
There's nothing to fear in death
in the unknown
in anything
Why can't you see with eyes unclouded?

Bodies cross the floor in the train station late at night
life is a spark
contained in the quirks and stories
of the passers by
their laughter, their pain, their corruption and beauty
all the words left unspoken like another world
shadows on the impressions of everyday sun and star shine
footprints on snowy days
Does no one else feel the world so keenly
So strongly as to find the perfect sunrise, a dance, rain and lights on the highways,
crossing boundaries into the passion of a lover's arms
Has no one else made my choice to feel the blistering pain as well as the ecstasy highs
..the ones that exist in the vicious winter's night, the crystal beauty of snowflakes,
touches of fingertips, whispers in the dark, its a cocktail of the senses, a drug of the truly living
I see the world in another way where the shadows dance the tune to idle day dreams
the trains contain the lost wandering souls of the lost by choice and the lonely mutes of passion
I keep calling...
There's this howl like the wind on the high mountains
its stuck inside my chest and I can't voice it
like a note of a song that gives me shivers I can't sing
stripped naked in the rain

You've left pieces of me all around
shrapnel in a desert was a jungle, was a war
and you've left the ****** reminders of the time I wasted
in the scars
in the pictures on my phone, in the places on my bookmarks bar
in the taste of ice cream
your phone number I can't forget, no matter how drunk I get
in the clothes I wear, the toothpaste, the shower, the hallways
the shoes on my feet, the taste of defeat, the sense of a kiss, everything
the ******* walls
like ****** hand prints only I can see
Its maddening, it deafening,
And its deafening because of the silence in the part of me that you finally managed to ****
just like you said
The blood on the walls doesn't bother me
but for the fact that it reminds me of what your name used to be
but for the fact that I cant scrub the memories like I did the emotions
they've sunk into the plaster, the pathways in my mind
that I don't ever want to find
and I am nothing
I know nothing, I want nothing, I just experience life like a leaf on the wind
I need the roar of storms, the press of the white water current to my ear drums
as I fall under the water
the waves
I am rocked by forces I can't control and I am a ship lost at sea and
the fact comforts me
In this cradle
I am free

hot salty teardrops
your red raw lips barely trace
waking flesh in stone

unspoken soft words
die upon hot breath exhaled
ghosting chill air fogs

wind in twisted pines
alone yet free soft whispers
carry me away

alone..



alone...




ALONE....

The greatest thing I ever did for me
was forgive myself
for being human

for being weak
and wrong
and scared

my monsters
fear, apathy, and self doubt
never left

I just accepted them
like accepting the pain of a wound
as part of your body

and your body as an integrated portion
of your mind
a hand an extension of your soul

So I take the broken parts of myself
and build around them
like a garden growing over

Free fall sensation in the dark
invited dizzy dreams
spark singed skin

the last time I felt like I do when you touch me
I had stuck a necklace in an electrical socket
to try and figure out how the lights work
I thought I could take the energy
I thought by touching it I could understand

Except for that hurt, and you are the opposite of hurt on the same intensity
just with fingertips
except for I understand alternating current now but not this

You make me want to make sculptures
and bad jokes
you make me write but the words come out like dogs off the leash in the park

Next to you is the place where I fell asleep at the beach
and woke up warm and sun-washed
where my body felt like it belonged to me
and the waves had washed away the smell of wet cities and
old growth trees

Next to you is banana pancakes with strawberries
and silence is a round comfortable thing
like hobbit feet
like blanket forts
safe and temporary constructions
inventive nomadic shelters
lovely places to spend rainy days

You are like aloe-vera gel
and I've been forgetful and spent to much time in the sun
trying to breath in life but got hurt
but it doesn't feel raw when you slide over my skin
instead its tingly bits of mint and blue
like gypsy wind chimes and spicy food