The moon pulls the waters
of time
forwards and backwards
along with the yellow sun
eroding the shores of
the people we know
the people we love
until
they disappear
from our lives
completely

There are those who say
that those who existed millennia ago
where primitive, unintelligent,
souls

Savage and ruthless,
lower on the
evolutionary tree

While we breath in
smog birthed from industry
to produce garbage we
toss into the sea

Have you ever sat
and thought of a long
lost
love?

Day dreaming of
what
they're currently
doing? What they're seeing?

Maybe, they're kissing
their new love

Or

Maybe, they're just
washing dishes from
last nights roast

Or

Maybe, they're
just sitting there
Holding a photo
of you

Letting out a little smirk
with a mild chuckle
at the awkward looking
teenage couple  

Remembering what it was like
to brush your hair with
their fingers

The softness of your cheeks
before your
scratchy beard invaded

How it didn't matter
that it was 3am
You were going to count
the stars

When we didn't argue
over this stupid election
The only direction we moved
was the furthest from
reality

But,
eventually we were caught
and time pulled us
to our current state

Holding photographs

Azure blue skies
Surrenders to
Purple
And hues of
Orange-red

Shadows meld
Into the oncoming
Dark cloak
From a sinking
Star
Revealing secrets
Of cosmos past

Reaching as far as I can
Stretching each fiber to
Their limit

Plucking out of the black
A single point of light
Cupping it's energy
With my palms

The energy feeds me
Gives me strength
Nurtures the
Totality of my
Being

A new dawn approaches

My mind was hazy
after over drinking
when I first saw the figure

crunching its way towards
me on a winter's night
holding a flashlight
and walking its poor excuse for a dog

The iced trees drooped
swaying from cold breath
as the figure trudged on

The closer it approached,
I began to hear its song

Nothing drowned out its
performance in the stillness
of a New York winter

Nothing to compete with this
derivative, pop radio, Siren
Calling out to me as flakes
melt on my exposed face

I could taste the diesel
from the exhaust
expelled from the truck
that left tracks in the snow

Lost my attention for a second
then the figure's song
regained control

The flashlight grew brighter
and brighter
When the figure was just a few
feet away
the brightness over powered
my vision
and the figure asked
"do you know your way?"

"Sorry?" I replied as my
mind was not clear

"do you know where you are going?"

I replied,
"Does anyone know where to go
when their purpose isn't clear?"

Am I the brick
that smashes glass?
Fountain of shards
spray
Like the paint I used
to write your name

Elegant curves and
black bold lines
dripping wet
with sharp highlights

This wall will
serve as a reminder
of the day
A testament of time
where we came to kneel
before textured
skin

Stand defiant before
opposition
wipe the blood
off our hands
as shards begin
to
spray

Trapped in solitude
the noiseless screams of torture
dream devouring creature
of the black sea

I constructed a raft,
from timbers of fallen
ambitions, crossed the ocean,
cursing the climates that
engulf my body as I drift
away

Alone on the
pulsing membrane of earth's
diaphragm, I gaze upon
the mystical twilight

Pull out a piece of tattered paper,
crumpled and wet,
saved from my great escape
and write not
to dream, but write to live

discover the truths that
are hidden within my own head
until I reach land, full
of sharp teeth, and shrieking
masses

I'll befriend the rats
and the worms in the ground
the life we deemed below ours
for they treat me as an equal
one with the honest
one with myself

We held hands
Our mouths full of dust
Sharing our passions
As our thoughts
Danced
To the sounds of
our decay
Celebrating the death of
time
Toasting still air
and static winds
Cherishing the pulse
Lost in pantomime

We sat on shore rocks
Where massive waves break
I knew the chance I needed
to take
So I grabbed her hand,
and felt the warmth of my
throat rise
As she turned to me I looked deeply
into her eyes
and asked her to be with me
to watch waves until the
day we die
and with a tearful yes
I became the happiest
man  *alive

Her gentle smile radiates
Captured
Stored
It's there when I need her
When I need to feel
something
In this world that
walks past me without a second glance

I spend my days dreaming
of her soft whispers
It's nothing but a tease
As she's always hundreds
of miles
away

Billions of people
walk the earth daily
nightly
tomorrow
today

and I only want to walk with her
to watch her ******
expressions
when I tell her how I feel

I find the truth
Causes suffering
And
We exist
Within as many
Lies
As it takes to
Barricade
Ourselves from
The heartache
of truths

To write poetry
you need to be born
You need to grow
consuming the energy of the sun
and the nourishment of
love

Years of change
hundreds of days
of pain, love,
sorrow, growth and
loss

A universe needs
to be born
out of the unknown darkness
before time ticked

Just so that we can write
a few elegant lines
a prose of our time
drifting, riding, on
Earth's dancing
orbit

Peel back the layers
And reveal the inner attraction
To lite fires that burn away
The poets distraction
Watch them burn
Until they're only embers

The smoke will dance gracefully
Past opaque barriers
In scribe's energy
The smoke will be carriers
Of this voice's synergy

These lines start traveling
Through cylindrical pathways
Never to slow down
To remember where it's going
Unlike the inhabitants of this town

Same time same place
Where every breath is a bomb
And the bombs are left buried
Entombed
To suddenly explode when
An unfortunate soul
Whispers the wrong password

Ravens fly out of her eyes
swirling around her amber hair
A vortex of elegance,
intelligence, strong,
and fair

She shatters the wind
as if the entire world sat
upon
a single pane of glass

She does not ask for lasting youth
truth is not naturally given
as rights of humanity
drunk from crystal cups
stained by her lips

And her blood drips
from a single thorn's *****
when offering a rose
in condolences
to the death
of  our
daydreams

The windows are
tinted grey
and dotted
with
cold
raindrops

We've added windows
to walls
to escape these
barricades

But today,
they should
be covered with
thick red bricks

Stamped with
warnings
not to open
as we will see the
world as it
is
Which can be
dangerous

The rain fell not from the sky
or from dark anvil clouds
It fell from within myself
Flash of lightning
Night becomes bright
for a split second
trees can be seen swaying
in the
dark
Wind gust in every hollow opening
found within my heart
the rain came
and washed everything
with a
beat
of a steady
hand
drumming to beats
as thunder
crashed
the voice from the sky
dark piano
trembling keys
in low pitched notes
dark harmonies
I loved you for your
beauty
but not
for your soulless dreams
the rain came suddenly
and
flooded the roads
lost in a river of cold water
forever
remote

Weight of my footsteps
crunches snow
that blankets
the once grassy knoll
full of life and dotted
with those yellow flowers
I can never recall their name
but I know they were your
favorite

Now they sleep under
frozen geometric shapes

The world is scared and bloated
like a preteen pregnancy

To witness the power of words
is to witness an exploding star
Dangerous and beautiful

Essential

Raining down elements
that collect like snow
to flow down streams
and to flow like time
build and destroy
barricades
That try to hold back waves
that we ride

I don't want to start
A revolution
Inside my head
I just want to
Be alive
Before Im dead

The mist of the ocean
Drowns me
Once again
And I'm happy for the toast
From the most
Selfless friend

Dance with the moon
Sleep under the sun
Tomorrow's alarm
Proves I'm not done

Life is a brightly lit fire
And I plan on
Becoming
Embers

You're already
dead
If you speak
Remember...

The sand in the hourglass
Pours to infinity
Counting each grain
Trickling to the
Vortex of cautionary tails
Of life's complexity

The grains crush and grind
As we read time
Breaking off crumbs
Nimble and rough
Forgotten and feared

Hour glass sand contained
By its own nature
Torture
As we gaze upon
The midnight splendor
Where we turn the
Glass once more

Watch the pull of
Gravity's hand
To descend below
Into the realm of sand
Kiss the morning glow
Of the rising sun
And never sleep to
Preserve grains
For every single
One

I miss the way you elevate
I try to
Concentrate
Piece synaptic snap shots
Together
To see you move in my mind

To hold your hand
Feel your touch
Move my fingers in between
Yours slowly
not saying much
Of anything

Pretending you're just down
The street and not a thousand miles away
And we can meet for a drink
Anytime
Just too busy to break away
From life's
Goals today

We can learn a lot
about ourselves
by the way we've treated
horses

We put some on
the covers of
Magazines
and sent others
to the glue
Factory

When we see flies, our usual tendencies,
Are to only appreciate our ability,
to smash those unfortunate
With a rolled up newspaper

The gift of flight
Overlooked
While we remain grounded

Witnesses polarized light
Ignored
While we remain blind

What's the truth about flies
when they are near?
Reminders of death?
Is this what we truly fear?

To change
the world
We need to
first heal
ourselves

Shards of my soul
Are sieved out of the sand
The painted desert
Draws me in by
The beauty of its romance

The ground is clean & pure
Undisturbed grains of wonder
I carry in the filth
From which I must endure

My footprints are canyons
Marks of were I've been
Only to be filled in, covered
By the ancient wind

Heat fades to cool chilled air
I sit to drink from aged roots
With spines and pedals
Dueling reminders
Of
My cherished
Youth

Itchy bites
Soggy shoes &
Soggy cloths
Covered in dirt,
ticks,
& thorns
Walking through rain
& the sun's evil rays

Extreme boredom
interruptions of excitement
Love & bitterness
Envy & appreciation
pills to combat the pain,
the sickness,
& a drink of *** to forget
about missing where I belong

Paths into the unknown
& common roads
filled
with uncommon people
birds & monkeys calling,
as we bid farewell to our own;
those who've escaped

With the blending of days
we seek motivation,
determination,
& we find
what we're seeking in our
ability to breath