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

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

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 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

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

Two leaves
blowing with the wind
shy in front of the sun
and restless
in front of the moon
divided
we conquer
lonely deserts
and friendly grasses
together
we pierce the ocean's
cloak
discovering submerged
lies
and gather brittle truths

My life is a
match,
striking the box,
exploding into flame

The power of friction

Burning brightly,
hot
with youthful energy

Slowly the flame dies
until a smoke trail leads
to a burnt match tossed
to the floor

smoldering in place

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

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

We test the waters
first with our toes,
to take the first unknown step
in the naked ocean
we reside

Stage smiles in photographs
as we know
only ink can truly capture
the raw, inner self

We celebrate picturesque
landscapes donning walls
of their master's sanctum,
as nature is force to
retreat behind a concrete
dystopia

We kiss the lips of death
and press our hands
upon the dark cloth
feel the woven
thread,
to nurture our souls
when are bodies
are not fed

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

This dead space
in my mind
Lost in the world
that
worships decline

I can no longer
see your grace,
can no longer
touch your face

I refuse to let
you leave place

You must stay

Without hearing what
I have to say

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

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

Everything will be color and
Crystals sound off, as you remove
the drop cloth

revealing
paintings from yesterday
and weep to fill the oceans
found in a picturesque seascapes

Seashells mark the paths where
to drown the hearts of peace loving
beings
We'll swim for daylight in this
tranquil twilight scene
Find the definition of love
within the sea

The shadows seek walls
to gain your attention during the
burning light of day
And everything spins
around to
push the shadows back into
the ground

Her heart is a bright lighthouse beam
guiding me past
sharp rocks and dangerous reefs
And gives me purpose
to see
That this is the life
I wish to be

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

Leaves prove to us
the coming of the winter season
gentle floating blades
cut deeply into memory

The innocence of a pile
of orange, reds, and
browns
as they continued to fall
I have
grown

less and less they are noticed
so complacent we have become
to take part in
the joy
of a simple
change of color

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

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.

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

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