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

Sink deeply
Into sleep and
Dream of
Bright places
Where you can rest
And write the pages
Of your life
You deserve

Reset your beating heart
To the beat of heavy rhythmic
Pleasure
And succumb to the voice
Of gracious mystic
Splendor

Let your eyes devour
The light of reflected dreams
And lungs gulp
What ink has already
Described

We'll find a way out
And dive deeply
Into the seas that surrounds
The souls of
True loves
Harmony

Remain constant
Set adrift on imagination
Reflect
Immune
Experiences merge
I do not speak
I only think
I remain constant

Inside her, exists a glowing sun
A star burning brightly, scorching,
her fingers are ten lit torches
her seductive Midas touch

Feel the healing, comforting burn
as she whispers into your ear
that you're the one she yearns for
Your skeleton melts into puddles
on the floor

With just one kiss, from her
radiating lips, your energy returns,
and you feel life's embrace again
succumb to glowing star light
the universal voltage  

It's dangerous to flirt with
the glowing beauty of another's heart
but to feel alive is worth the pain
together we'll become art

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

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

Twilight gives way to millions of eyes
covering the night's sky
No reason to believe why those eyes  
blink only for you

They collapse and die
give you life and hope
and everything you love
cherish
Held close to your heart
Everything that you would
Die or **** for
Nothing to be left untouched

Their deaths are what creates beauty
What creates art
So that you can ask why am I here?
What's my purpose?
My part?

Look in the sky for blinking eyes
And remember
Your purpose is not to forget those eyes
That stare back at you

You
You should know by now
that your flashing cursor
lives in a temporary domain

That you will only
remain silent
between chatting neurons
and won't live to see
the day 10 years
from now

I'll be sipping from
champaign flutes,
you'll gather dust,
and your color will fade
by the sun without guilt
nor remorse

Your logo is a curse,
a badge,
that reads
Hello My Name Is:
existence temporary.

for you don't know me
nor the font I choose
you don't feel these words
like I do

You think your so
perfect by correcting
the misspelled
and underlining
past mistakes

You can take your
fascists dictionary
and grammer
machine

and depart into
darkness
into
a cold
black screen

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

Strip down to your
Pixilated skeleton
Unless someone tells you,
you'd never
know
Where you
came from

Feel the pull from the
yellow sun  
peel away the sky
and discover
On whats under
underneath
    
You don't need to
crawl on needles
and nails
to understand
we are frail

The moon sits high upon
Its polished chrome throne
Casting down a melody
Steady to the beat
And sweet sounds punctures
Souls

Embrace the high king
That sings to dissolve night
Light pierces through my eyes
Resided in the glowing
Cosmos

Show me moon your terminus
Line, finding it's like my scars
Splits us into that which lived
And that which has yet

To experience the solar glow

Music
reveals a mouth
with missing teeth
as well as
a set of untouched whites

Sounds that accompany you
deep into the night
as your finger taps
to rhythms
that linger
past the rise of starlight

To connect with song
is to connect with humanity
and the journey of our
phantom being

We've killed and made love
to beating drums
and from a few lyrics
we've grown closer to our
lovers and
recover
when lyrics become a
tool to remember

Noise from speakers
morphs into our voice
our strength
our peace and
our sovereignty
The purest escape
from reality

Her long hair
draped
either side
of her hazel eyes
and her lipgloss
shielded
the truth of
her whispers
I remember
her desires
the flowers that
bloom
and the texture
of her goosebumps
as I held her
on top the windy earth
a laughter
a crow
sowing seeds
of feelings
we dared
not explore
as we drift
with the undertow

Every morning, I robotically walk to the local coffee shop
The same old man sitting at table three,
Who wears his intelligence on his brow,
Searches through mountains of texts
On how to give his life sustenance

All the while, a somber young man scribbles
An intimate poetry session in his moleskin
His face always sadden by the prose
Heavy writing hand suggesting frustration

I only wish they both can break away
From their pages and notice today
that their commonalities could heal their sorrows
Heal one another through their humanity

But for now my latte awaits
I'll see you tomorrow gentlemen

Strings
capture clarity
and elegance
victories and failures
of the musical heart

Strings plucked and moved
vibrating in rhythmic
art

From your profile
pours grief
and a resurrected rose
from the love you lost
and the pedals
you grow

Slender neck
guide my hand true
to the notes of my soul
and the pain i've
been through

with patience and
humble eyes
be my voice when
I can't speak

Sweep the strings
and pull closer
the sea
bring me peace
and a lover
to greet

I am the moon
I am full of life
Radiating
Then
I'm partially hidden from view
Slowly to be covered
in shadow

I never asked to be a phoenix
Rising from the ash
Finding strength in revelation
The present merges with the past

Memories not washed by silence
Distracted by truth
Unspoken words take precedence
Heal from the fountain of youth

An ever expanding universe
We become smaller
Sit and begin to write a verse
Hoping today I'll be stronger

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

What do you do for a living
and how much money do you make?

Where did you go to college,
was it ivy league? Or somewhere I never heard of?

What have you contributed to the world
and what legacy will you leave behind?

At what point in my timeline did these
question make my stomach ill?

Why am I trapped between give and take?

Must we all live in the foreseen world and
give up the natural flow of our lives?
To satisfy the desires of titans
while we scramble to die?

I stand before the monumental
I am crushed by its shadow
I am humbled by its ego
And I can taste envy

I ride the turbulent waters
Like the kelp behind
An ocean liner, I am jostled
Holding firmly as
I slowly inch my way
Out of the water

Eventually I will be free
By searching, by fighting, or by accepting
Fates cruel woven string
And what is clear to me
In the end I shall breathe

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

Life was hard
Growing up
No college fund
Bills unpaid
Gas and lights turned off
Frequently
Hard to do algebra
By candle light
Hard to read books
With shivering hands
Two parents
Worked a job a piece
When they were not arguing
They were silent
Misguided and caught
In the clutches of the
American Dream
Now with me
We dared to mention
The truth of reality

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

Imagine rain
that doesn't quench soil's thirst
Imagine heat
that does not warm your body
Imagine the radiance of the sun
blocked by a 2 story billboard

Then reimagine me.

I
Try to
celebrate
but art is hard
to
debate

When blood
was used
to create
These
shadows
and
twisted
lines

Our feet have
a finite
amount of space
to walk
like sunlight passing
through monolithic
towers of economic
power

Our small planet
shrinks
minute by minute
day by day

roads, signs, fences,
urban decay

walls, boarders,
wars, governments,
aggression,
& hate

We've lost our ways

limitations of a vast
wilderness we once
roamed
as the wind travels
in the spaces
between

trapped like electricity
in machines
and now we
live in small bubbles
and believe that freedom
means
to isolate ourselves from troubles
beyond
barricades

When we read words
Of sorrow
Authored by another
We attack the page with
Lines and erasers

The words become
A threat
A danger in the brush

We are executioners
Of sorrow
Survivors of the prose

With each other we are
Stronger
Through sorrow we grow
Close

Are poet's words
found in their blood?
Do they flood the mind
of their host?
Parasitic creatures of
expression

Lay dormant, to torment,
then released in inspiration
by a lit match
that found gasoline
soaked paper?

Dissect each line
word for word
Finding yourself
in the verse,
of each
blurred line

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

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

Did you ever
sit
try to write
but no matter
the words chosen
they don't feel right?

They mock you
from the page,
erase them in rage,
as they don't say
what you feel
on the
inside

And you're
too proud
to hide behind words
that don't
reflect your
life

I see the front page
I read the headline
we ride this
coaster
on borrowed
time

I don't have
a large enough
*******

to raise
high

enough