I am making a desicion
to clean my body of
your hollow whispered bruises
cracks in my diaphragm
your words left sizzling there
like acid that dripped from your lips
I forgot the deception that swam from your eyes
I have never been stupid
enough to believe
that you were only one
when there were three.
But we stood and watched that house burn
never feeling colder,
than we did that night.
Im sorry your brother died and took
your parents with you.
So you are an orphan that
demonstrated car crashes
in the mere rhythm of your hands
or melody of your speech.
But I find myself drawn to angry cobalt blue eyes
too often enough to know that
I cannot grapple out of your choke-hold
and frozen fingers will bruise me every shade of your
roaring ocean-like blue.
I can only admire the sapphire in your soul from a distance
and hope the red ruby rage turns to wine and not blood.
I have left my marks on too many wooden floorboards, pleaded with too many icy aquamarine eyes;
from boys with steel in their voices but a fury in their hearts.
Too many fingernails stuck between infinite spaces somewhere in houses
where the silence reminded me of the stillness of a teal lake in spring
your eyes are reminiscent of a grey morning I do not wish to remember
I will leave a mark here.

Twisting around my neck
My weakness
Cutting oxygen to my wit
I fall face first into your grip

Only if for a night
Just one more delight and spite
So obsolete I ignite
Dancing like a puppet in flames

Collecting regret while painting roses
Red were my cheeks when I met the mirror
Reduced to a pile of ash
Remaining faceless

My little being
Through almond eyes you’re seeing
Sculpted muscles, milky bones
Swarthy, light pink tones
I made you from scratch

Musical lungs those cushioned lips
Royal cheekbones- sea shell hips
A gentle curve of a lower back
Grand Canyon’s spinal crack
I made it all from scratch

My walnut cracked skin
Bones frail and thin
Once made a life from scratch
A young, perfected match

My brain fogs up
An overflowing cup
At the bottom of the ocean
I’ve lost control of my motion

My eyes are glazed
I’m already completely blazed
What happened to my control?
I’m nothing but a lost soul

Round and Round we go
On this merry go round
riding our horses
feeling alittle ill

I turn to the operator to find
a snarling beast
I pleaded with him to stop
but he cant seem to understand
compassion

Higher and higher we fly
on this jet plane
always trying to reach a new altitude
or esteem
but the machine is failing and compromised

Faster and Faster we race
in elegant cars
to reach the finish line first
oh we want to win!

Our tires are spinning but
we've only reached desert
so we continue barking until
another bone is thrown
a new elegant car

We keep yelling and yelling
crying and dying
seeking help for these deep seeded tramas
and with the trusted gentle voice we hired
once again we agree to sedation

In all honesty
The truth doesnt set any one free
we are comfortably imprisoned
and controlled
always barking for another bone

The seasons interchange
Replacing the next
Bringing forth new chapters
as I reap the past

I find myself reaching a new rebirth
Every year I die
Every year I am reborn
I take moments to look over
What this year has brought

I've noticed I'm more grateful
to be with the ones I love
and my faith is rekindled
by the fires of my soul

Time gives clairity
We lose we gain
and we learn too quickly
Things never remain the same

But I've found it with in me
to form and to shape
The very mold which is life
I've mastered destiny

Legion, O the sleeping of your flower is October
many fewer than everyday fewer and many

O slumber, your October is a legion of flowers
hairless kissing bulbs that bend oh just bend
in the grey bluster steeply bend and oh just

O flower, your slumber is the legion October
who marches cruelly through miles of trees
picking of them each their every jounce and bobble

October, O the flower of your sleep is Legion
many always fewer and always fewer many



(grey cruel blustering and through miles of
trees picking bobbles and jouncing marches
hairless kissing bulbs that lean just bending)

The smell of lilac still lingers in my memories
Hundreds of fireflies dancing in the twilight
Easter hues took over the sky
Burning cedar lights up the night
Keeping the bugs at bay
I stare into the flame

Bongo beats vibrate
Summer's fragrance sending a quiver up my spine
Every sense stimulated
The peace held in those nights
is something that has stayed with me all this time
Treasured