Again at my house
some people call it home
yet I can't, cause I forgot
the true color of the walls
was it blue or was it gray
my blind eyes can't remember
through all the dust they only see
a tiny nook of light
where for a second I can breathe.

It's my little piece of furniture
my little piece of literature
my little piece of love.

For once did the supreme forgive him,
Mercy was always the greatest will.

Suddenly, he became the child he once was,
and cuddled up to his father.
Evil existed no longer,
humbled by the greatest presence.

He thought of all the miseries he'd caused,
all the pain he'd given.
thought of it as the only vent,
to his own misery.

He wanted to fit in,
make mistakes and be forgiven.
For long he'd been denied that,
and nonacceptance turned to wrath.
He still envied his siblings,for he wanted to return.

Reminiscing old times he remembered,
he was happy and soulful once.
That day he decided he'd retire,
Be the good he always was.

For once and forever,
things were as they should be.
peace and quiet prevailed
Life sprung up again to its beauty.

You must relish every moment of life
Because someday you will wither and die
You have no choice: stay alive or be dead
This is the life and these are its acts
And you are helpless in the matter of fact

You must take all that life's giving to you
Perhaps tomorrow you'll be dead in your room
So let's do this and I don't want to hear
That you have no interest in ******* with me

'Cos I know that hos love to take a deep breath
To give a ******* without any disgrace
So all what I want to advise in these rhymes
Is "just have a **** and life would be nice"

I’m tired.
Tired of looking for you
Tired of hoping for you
Tired of thinking about you
Writing about you
Dreaming about you
I’m just so tired.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
I just want to sleep.
Why can’t the thought of you leave me
As easily as you did?
It clings to me like a lost child,
But that’s a lie.
Really, I cling to it
And **** on it
And play with it a while
Until it gets dark,
Then I haunt it
And I breathe it
And I just want to sleep
But my heart never rests
Because you awoke something in it
That no lullaby can put to bed.
But still I sing to it
And cradle it
And cry for it
Like a lost child.

Without my glasses I feel like I am running on a beach of diamonds.

I will never stop saying this. Just in case somehow the wind carries my message to you. I don’t pretend to think you’d ever stop to listen but just maybe, maybe on one of those occasions you’ll have your guard down. And over the din of the music and noise you might hear me. Or maybe in the silence of the night. In between the wake and sleeplessness. I’ll be there like a shadow of something in the past. I will never stop saying this.

My skin goosebumps with the breeze
Early July melting silking soft, my vision
Lucy firing metallic spark neurons
Across the liquid night sky
Sulfur edges closer in it's hazing accent
Pool water lapping against the edge
Makes me giggle
******* hard, eyes wide
I take it all in
in awe
The laughter of our captured youth echos
Mountains stand in shadowed silent regard
Cradling our memories, pasting them
against our walls
I lean back in pure joy
Deep sigh of contentment
Overwhelmed by sensation
Sizzle singed, stretched thin, just need a little closer
Inhaling the scents of independence
Cut grass, twilight dew, chlorine
Charcoal takes me back every time
Chemical rearrange pulls spastic front to back
*All I can think about is having you here

There was no earthquake
no shattering birth
raging against the pane of existence
sending butterflies cowering behind glass
and wolves baying over a bloodless loss
in a forest where one tree falls to a soulmate
breaking free from clutter with a passionate flair
like a newly clustered sun's first real pulse
of living light
flung into a dark sky to dwell on its joy
at brightening its view of the universe

when I met you

there was no pepper spray
of subdued stinging elation
burning under my skin
when you climbed over everything
and demonstrated against
all I had ever defined
choking the air with a perfume
so hot it welded every flower
within miles into a single staggering
placard blowing me into a garden paradise
from where winds were strengthened
with a strange unprotesting fascination
only guessed at by curious angels
only sensed as the singular truth
amidst the nonsense of existence
by a philosophical idealist

when I met you

there was no starving ants' nest
hunger to consume you morsel by morsel
carry the idyllic seeds aloft in triumphal succession
and acclaim the day as evermore celebrated
store the piecemeal plot as sacred land
my eternal home to build on as we will
and relishing the daily harvest
the piled to spilling their vanity fruits
of Aphrodite's labouring shaken womb
by putting your heaving bodice of attraction
on display where the highest peak
looks up at your shockingly favoured nature
and in its warm shade curls up
contrite

when I met you

on a never to be exceeded
memory pillow of accomplished desire
below the tree line where it melts
the final crystals of snow
and rolls over on to its back
hard time ink tattoos giving way
to slipped on morning lipstick
like a puppy wanting a rub of its tummy
discovering the pleasures of green grass
on its first summer
of life

when I met you

there was no play of your fingers
skimming down my back
touching every vital chord
of merciless disharmony
tormenting the hell out of me
with a soft on my eyes stream
of exotically attired tireless servants
loyal only to our exchanged look of adoration

when I met you

performing in concert with your lithe body
by suddenly trumpeting the flash of lightening
generated by a momentary show
of everything you possess not static
and worn to part plush glimpses skin on skin
from shifting notes dripping under lazy dresses
dropping their quavers on to velvet carpet
and rubbing in the salted healing potion
you drummed up on quiet sleepless nights
inside a perfection of smooth conniving visions
bolting the bedroom of mad freedoms from inside
and banishing every other maiden's swan song
from this man's dreams of orchestral piece

when I met you

I found only the more
perfect body
personality
kindness
and love
and that
my dear one
was more than I deserve

way way beyond
what I couldn't find
what will ever be
envisioned
enough

when I met you

to think maybe the other bits
will follow
but it doesn't have to be so

when I meet you
and meet you more