where  what is
(left)
to do (right):
this
expectant journey;
this between
the dawn yellow;
before the violet nights?

except, construct
innocuous
inconsequentially
Rubic cube spiels,
send
myself off  into
eternity.

(unto) the
mausoleum;
dig my grave:
before my last breath?
The autonomous;
casket maker:
asks?

Why you recall the grief and falling word,
Forget what they thought and said,  
Which restraint your spirit and rush scorch,
Retain the best and beautiful moment with people and nature
Smile and fly as butterfly did!

measured in
correlations
as four
cubits makes him
to me is equated with
the length of outspread arms
of a woman awaiting
him.

so cognizant of all the sparkly diamonds
like lips calling me to kiss them
all the brightest sunbursts explode inside

colors flood every pore

more than any man could ignore

standing alone among  the crowded loneliness
wishing for

all the sunsets crimson staring back
just awaiting one beating heart to
call him say true love
save him

a all a fairy tale life a story begins
Once upon a time
there then goes a stolen fantasy
hauntingly awaiting a Christmas day
where down the chimney
comes the end of all our woes
we awaken though one day to see
life is life and not a holiday
and fairy tales are but fantasy
no princesses await
I will never be a knight

as the trees sway shedding all their leaves
a cat hides under the dark shadow of garbage
left for whoever
away goes through the black ditch
the water
carrying the fallen limbs
while
in the background golden
out of focus
glows a blue moon
just above the dark
horizon