rained heavy on the forlorn
white stone

April dusk had stood still
on deserted lane

iron gate to the lawn
showed mossed sleepy graves

tiptoed on the overgrown grass
for epitaph hard to read

Expect great things from God
opened eyes to more widely catch

Attempt great things for God
couldn't ruin it the ravage of years

outside tombstone waited a world
in the drizzle echoed the missionary's deathless sermon.

I didn't fall for him
I simply tripped

You’re a gorgeous sunset, only a horizon away. You’re a car crash with hazard lights blinking, or a quiet painting on a well. You're a gentle snowfall, or an open flame. You can be a starry November night, or a crash of lightning that makes my heart feel like thunder.

You're anything that can make me stop and stare.

It was the way
that the stars licked your eyes
that decided me
to stay.

you create a ripple of
all the good.
transcending, exploding within.
feast on my memories.
bake them with your light.
allow me in. barriers are none.

our souls meet, every night.
I dream of those days,
ahead.
how my head will feel resting on your lap.
watching
how your palm feels on my neck.
barriers are for fools.

we need no control
the freedom we exude is our nature.
we came here to share
freedom in nature.
I still walk beside, and become alive
at your sounds. the sounds that
come from you
make me want to learn to play the sax,
I want to replay the emotion of your voice
for you.

I've never done well with barriers.
even tinting my windows can cause me angst.
please don't think, before you do.
just give me you. Ive wanted this gift for years.
I've learned the lesson of reception,
no turning back … the perfection of rebirth,
move forward.

I'd like to say we acted like politicians, causing nuclear disasters filled with stares of disapproval, but we weren't.

Oceanographers couldn't complain any longer, I mean we were right by each other and still knew more about the things farthest from us.

To say the least, we were both covered in our own exoskeleton, staying safe from our only safety.

Every moment, every glance spun a web of anything but truth.

(j.a.r)

It's hard to stop
loving
the things that
hurt you,
especially when
they're hurting
too.