You and me were born of harmony
Catching fireflies to light the stars in your name
And then we parted
Separate ways
Separate paths into the ruins
Of cataclysm

I'm not the one smiling back
In the photo from your wedding day but
I'm happy for your soul
And the smile that you make
When I see you sitting there
In your elegant dress of white
I hope you never forget the firefly light

These streets only lead away
To parking lots full of discount shoppers
Where the pond used to be
Where we both shared pieces of ourselves
Forever contained
Never destroyed by time's passing breeze
Time blew like a hurricane
And now I'm in its eye
Reaching for the clear sky

The road leads into a cascading sky
Surrounded by the echo of
Shattered realities
And buried deep under the asphalt
Is a world we rarely see

Touch the soil and feel its grit
Let it grind away your facade
The world of illusions
Ghost huddling in mass and trapped
In haunted seclusion

Dig a staircase to reach the center
And enter the aging earth
Counting the remains of past dreams
As you descend
Into the world rarely seen

There you will find in plain sight
All life that was and will be
Finding love and serenity
Knowing here, there's no room
For dreams of infinity

My cherished love
Don't add tears to this world
Over the loss of fragrant
Forests and
Comforting rock

We are not stuck
In this nightmarish
Place
We'll dive face first
Into a painting
Of picturesque
Landscapes

Pull the paint off our
Arms
And smear new colors
Onto canvass
Here
We'll merge with
Art and start
A new life
In a world
Of our creation

Be in control
Of our own
Destination

My heart floats on a turbulent salty sea
Drifting towards a whirlpool
Ready to devour me

Pulling me in as I sink down
Feeling the weight of heavy water
Forced to kneel at the sacred crown

I want to escape and I feel bright light
But no matter how hard I pull
These shackles pull tight

I can remember those happy days
The simple pleasures of youthful bliss
Kissing the sweetness
Of pre-earthly decay

Stolen hours of what cherish

To see is to witness
The glory of
broken dreams
Break into a true
Sense of reality

Crushed by the weight
Of dried ink
On red hot paper
Folded into an airplane
Floating far on
Winds of change

Our life is time
And time flows
Slowly at first
Only to rapidly
Accelerate

Redefine ourselves
By the mirrors reflection
Cracks and scars develop
As we apply our
Ritual attraction

The river is dammed to
Slow natural flow
Inserting our control
On what was once free

You and me
Are now rivers
Full of power
And might
But are controlled
By concrete and steel

Force to move through
Narrow gaps
And to give ourselves up
To turn generators
Told our sacrifice
Is for the better

Past the graveyard
Where the willows droop low
Past the tomb
Of the newly widowed

Down there you will see
A tree that belonged to you
and belonged me

We used to
swing
From branches high
Bruised our hearts
Kissing under
moonlight
Counting all the stars

Connecting points
Of light to form
Hearts

Now the leafs have
Rotted away
Trunk is slumping
And bark morphed to grey
My mind still plays
Movies from those days
Forever burned in my memories

I yelled into the breeze
Please, for once, take me back to that scene
When we were young
living as kings and queens

I keeping crying out for your name
But the results always the same
I never hear a sound
While we are underground

I see her out of the corner of my eye
I look at her indirectly
Admiring her tattoo of
Golden flower pedals

She catches me looking
And our eyes lock into place
For that moment
Hers is the only face
I see
In a crowded train car

I start to think
If we took different paths
She could be another
Our lives entangled
Shared on solid ground

She gives me a smile
And I smile back
I don't know her voice
But I felt her words

The train stopped and we
Walk in opposite
Directions
But for that brief moment
I no longer
Felt alone

Rain batters my skull
Drumming to a regular beat
The energy left my hands
Numbed by lack of heat

I close my eyes and drift
Away
to a place from yesterday
Where the generous sun shared
Its rays

Friendly warm faces greet
me
As I sip on a welcomed cup of tea
Watch old men sharing tales
Of youthful victories

The bell on the doors rings
To announce all patrons
Like a high-society function in spring
Room noisy with conversation

I sit and watch it all unfold
Nursing the warm drink
Slowly I blink, fantasizing on when my
Face, body, and soul will become old

What stories will I tell
And what secrets I'll keep
Those women I loved
Alone, I walk down the street

Cut me
open
while I sleep

Take my heart
if you're in
need

Take it
while it's still
beating

It's only slightly
bruised
and partially
callused

It no longer dreams
but it's
at peace

It won't
be the end of me
If it's the beginning
of you

Music bleeds out of the 12th story window
The sidewalk is freckled
with old chewing gum
and stacks of cigarette butts
The urban equivalent of leaves on a forest floor

This side walk has been seen by many travelers
thousands have walked its
concrete skin
Buried underneath subway trains travel
like bullets
carrying the cramped masses of morning commuters

There's a man in a suit
Sunglasses shield the world from his eyes
Cellphone in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other
Walking briskly in his Italian leather shoes
Not noticing the man in the burgundy hat reaching
deep within the trash can

Chirping birds have been replaced with the honking
of car horns and air brakes of city buses
Towering trees have been replaced with towering
condos, offices, and monuments of capitalism

We're told when to cross the street and
the rivers have been told where to drain
The birds have been told where to nest
We're told where we belong
Within its neighborhoods

In an instant
A non-believer
Can find God
Through spiritual connection

In an instant
The devoted
Can loose faith
Through personal enlightenment

In an instant
The healthy
Can be diagnosed

In an instant
The sick
Can be free of disease

In an instant
The poor
Can hold the winning ticket

In an instant
The rich
Can loose it all

In an instant
Your home
Stands strong in the wind

In an instant
Your home
Can be overcome by natures wrath

In an instant
The truth
Turns into a lie

In an instant
A lie
Is actually truth

In an instant
We are born

In an instant
We die

Who we are now
Is a stranger to the
Person
We woke up as

Who's to say who we are?

You and me were born in infinity
Residing in the space between stars
Where candles exemplify your sacred geometry

We travel on vessels created from our hearts
To witness the grandeur of nothingness
The awe-inspiring atmosphere of the heavens

I want to take your hand and press it to
My throat to feel the pulsing life within
And begin a journey into nebulae clouds

Staring at your eyes taking notice
That your hazel irises resemble spiraling galaxies
And their central black holes pull me in

There is much to discover within the cold void
From which we both reside
See the moon glow from the other side

Float in peace with me.

Incenerate me
I will be ash
spread me amongst
the deserts
My strength
no longer last

I want to drift
and dance
with the wind
Hot dry air
carried by
ancient forces

Merge with sand
in the moonlight
glow
On grounds
which sunlight
curses
Where trees
refuse to
grow

My greatest
fear is that
eventually
I'll only
be a hollow shell

After over
exposure
through these
words

And cursed
to conjure
deep mysteries
while searching
for a place
in this
world

The clouds in
the sky
are talented contortionists

Vital beauty
to rival
the most talented goddess

My lungs eat
a meal
of purity and exhale clarity

My eyes ease
at the
sights of great complexity

I'm free to discover
the language
of the wind

Witness the birth
of
new generations

Don't think.
Write.
From your
subconscious mind

Let what you hold inside
take control

Guiding your
fingertips to
the keys
or
the ink
from a pen

Write as it
happened

Don't water
it down
It would be like
signing
without making a
sound

Dandelions seeds
float with the breeze
travel to far off adventures
to grounds where they fall

Only to be treated
as unwelcome pest
where other flowers
are allowed
to bloom
and grow tall

Yellow pedals
only desire to stare
at the sky

As they're plucked
out of the ground
where
they reside

Some will say that
they're just a ****
but there's beauty
and grace
in drifting seeds

These masters of poetry
flood my mind
with rhymes
and pure
unaltered thought

truth
honesty
brutally at times
these master poets
dominate my mind

Changing who I am
what I see
in a small number of lines
When master poets words
take control of my mind

I tried to find the milky way
but it was camouflaged
by bright city lights
and the haze from
overpass fumes

I grabbed a sharp knife
and cut through the haze
that's when
the sky
split into two
  
From the incision
billions of dreams
after years of collecting
in the void
began to rain down

Flooding the streets
after hitting the ground
settling into cracks
and gaps in the pavement

The people panicked
and broke away
from their living room
screens
rubbing their eyes
it was hard to
believe

That's when the ground
quaked below their feet
buildings shook
artificial light went dark
the earth cracked
apart

Black clouds
ruptured from the
cracks and gaps
giving way to
neon rays
the people left speechless
as they witnessed
the dazzling display

Everyone starred silently
at the hypnotic beams
that's when it struck
them
They all shared the same
dreams

Someday I want to
see clearly
with my eyes
closed

We are a collection
of fear
of what we will
regret
when we are no
longer able to
take in breath

Everyone fears
leaving a blank
journal
behind
For those
readers who
survive

Does anyone truly understand
why flames dance?

Rhythmically burning
flicking and fluttering  
on the wick.

The more it burns
the closer the
flame approaches the
end

Perhaps this is why flames dance
better to burn out
in a state of rhythmic bliss
than to be snuffed out standing still

I write to take away this suffering
that builds up
after years over exposure
to the outside

I write to place myself
on the operating room table
dissect each fiber and
better understand what I'm
made up of

I write to tell the world
that I'm alive
that I'm not afraid to die
that I'm willing to try
to
make the most of this time
I spend traveling around this
spherical spaceship

filled with ice and fire
love and hate
tallest trees
and smallest microbes

I write to proudly say
I reject your hate
the suffering proposed
and the so called world
you know

I write to hear the sounds of
crashing waves
see the darkness in the deepest caves
feel the clouds that roll by

I write because I'm alive

They tried to convince me
that Cadillacs are a valuable
commodity

And it's perfectly normal
to erase my imperfections
ritually

That water from bottles
are for my health
not to generate
wealth

Try to convince me
that eating protein
is the only way to
build a strong man

And that people
can be classified
by their brands

They try to convince me
that they are what I need
but their shackles
cannot lock onto me

Spilt black ink
covers the pages
blocking stylized
letters
recorded
underneath

Trying to
remember
my best
while I sit here
writing
when I'm
missing you
to
death

I don't believe its
coincidence
when we dance
our eyes
are perfectly
aligned

And when
we kiss,
our lips
lock
like two
elegant
puzzle pieces

Standing in the center of a poorly lit room
dark clouds in the sky as the storm looms
admiring the art and pictures of you

Young smile at the beach, white bridal veil,
the first time we danced,
the last time we sailed

Light from a nearby window is split
exposing the spectrum of colors
lightly chuckle to myself realizing
all the colors
always exist
beaming past you
and me

The sick Earth
by your hands and mine
failure of our designs

Change the type of car you'll drive
ignore what you can't see
all you're changing is
the economy

Oceans filled with an infinity of junk
Skies opaque with progress
With any luck
Species will remain to be seen

I
Try to
celebrate
but art is hard
to
debate

When blood
was used
to create
These
shadows
and
twisted
lines

I throw stones
at the ancient brick
just to pass the time

Pretending these
shadows are my friends
dancing along
parking space lines

The air is stale
smelling of gasoline and
cheap perfume
I'm throwing stones
while thinking of you

What will you become?
A question I heard when
I was younger
I wish to change
my response
now that I'm older

I wish to become
human in a world
designed to make me
feel small

Stand tall in  
time and space
and never again
listen to
anyone at
all

Light reflects off
you
captured
by my eyes

My brain
paints your image
your present
your past

I blink
with fear
knowing
truth may
be
a lie

The one I
fell in love with
may only
be an illusion
trapped in
my
mind

Life can be a glass
of water
sitting out in the
hot sun
evaporating
slowly

Drop by
precious
drop

Take a drink.
Savor the taste.
We only have
one glass.