I dreamt the world
it never changed.
She never came.
My tethered skin
tore weathered chains.
I swore she knew
my given name.
Myths are stained.
Apocryphal.
A pocket full…
of gods and cherubs
in the fold.
Hope is serum
of the fools.
Hate is fearing
all the rules.
Love is blind
love is blind
If you love her
say it twice.
Broke my words
in several places
Make amends
in several phases
String the song
with several phrases.

We’ll become
a bending stalk.
Snapped in half
ascending up.
Blush and makeup.
Don’t believe.
Rush to make up
this belief.
So we’re here
in disbelief.
Petal, scent
fall to the earth
If mental cries
this mind is burnt.
I never changed
She never sensed
our plot unwritten.
Lift the pen.

There are words
that are chained
to the tip
of my tongue
Because love
holds the key
to the breaking of these songs
but the virtue of patience
never seems to be enough.
Speak…
and watch our hearts collide,
fall upward through the night
and light these starless skies.

I know of clocks that render time
and stretch the shadows toward the skies
The weight of waiting for her world
is like waving white flags in disguise.

I know of books that have no words
yet each page filled with grammar marks.
The motif is often misconstrued
as each day spills into the dark.

Some get butterflies inside themselves.
But all I’ve got are dead cocoons.
A life which hoped to spring forth new
a death which loomed forth much too soon.

I’ve seen porcelains survive a drop
and climb to heights of mezzanines.
In reverse, the verse said that’s enough
so I began my steps in wandering.

I came across a set of stairs
upset I stared and steered away.
The fragile state of seeming plain
increased my odds of being changed.

I know of dreams that dictate words
for me to write in schemes of lines.
Cliches and thoughts and adages
repeat to her in rehearsed lies.

There are razors on the floor and a clock against the wall.
It’s got the power to compel idyllic summers fall.

Set the trap to catch the wind and watch it pass through unaware.
I got tangled in my words and my message was unclear.

In case of shivers, huddle close; we’ll start a fire in the room
and count the hours we have left until we leave our days of youth.

The threat of paper guns and swords; we are masters of pretend.
We mistake those we adore and we’ve labeled them as friends

Unleash the doubt that cages love. These chases have led me to bleed.
These patches don’t seem small enough. I’ll be more reckless with my dreams.

How do I feel with my own two hands
small as they are, and the circumstance
bids me to wrap tape over my bleed.
Raise your glass high so my eyes could see
all the straps pulled up my own two feet
and the days lay dead underneath white sheets.

Scars underground in the earth beneath
pushing up daisies towards the sky
Shame overwhelms me in surprise
while black hues slowly blinds each eye.
Let’s trade my hours for more time
we’ll barter tears until we’re dry
If one breath can push out wistful sighs
then one death can end an entire life.

I’m much too distant from the end
and far too fearful of the light.
If every muse made any sense
I’d be weary and troubled by their lies.
But I find it easier to pretend
as quotidian wishes escape the mind.
We’re both caged in suspension yet
over silence in this unspoken compromise.

Fingers locked in one emotion
eyes don’t stray, they’re falling skyward.
Watch the nights with lights exploding
Fireworks rain down, you’ll notice
confessions leave the heart exposed and
much too weak but keep your focus.

Just be brave and be courageous
She’ll thank you after for your love,
though you may think she is facetious.
Hesitation makes you mirthless.
Love’s like this: it’s full of hurt and
scars and petty disappointments.
While I learn the art of patience.
Come some day you’ll be her one.

Bend the doubts which mostly lead
to love’s inebriation
and watch my crimson patience
drain from full to empty.
We’ll fight in fright as floods
of rage are stitched to merry words.

She is every bit as lovely
and wistful as I know,
though every time she beams
her brightness is so blinding.
In love and years, I’ll wait
like this and nothing less.
The moment will come when all
the hopeful lies I hold,
I’ll trade them for her truth.

Though we’re young and full of folly,
limerence is a madness still.

Pining chokes me with her own two hands
as I fall to the wayside on her command.
I’ll lay apart on the edge, instead
of perusing quotations prowling through my head.

While fickle sentiments are prone to vex
I’ll shift the blame from left to right
to left again, while vermilion skies
change its hues at the speed of life.

Blows of ambivalence: it all seems hazy.
Ennui settles between the days and
contemplation, wishful thinking
dashed to pieces in different places.

It is necessary to read between these lines
where rhetoric reigns over a void of lies.
In absence of lucidity, please choose by heart
instead of distance, years and petty scars.

In mask and panic, we’re prone to error
as we become more guarded against the night.
Though incertitude may drive us mad,
love still triumphs over apprehension…in actual fact.

I doubt my mind is working. My brain is still in overdrive.
The way she moves, it makes me feel like I am so alive.
Zoom across the galaxy. Some light-years in a spacecraft.
I’m ready for the clearance. See, I’m waiting at the launch pad.

I’m counting down t-minus while she’s counting down the seconds.
I feel the tug of gravity; I’m trying to escape it.
I fell into her orbit and forgot about our friction.
Below, the skylines glitter now; the lights are almost sticken.
Tell her you were stalling under all the years of silence.
Time is of the essence even money cannot buy it.
He is so oblivious, yeah love is like a blindness.

This view is from a distance; I am safe behind this shyness.
When everything glows lighter, make me blink away the brightness.
Pull down all the shades when I’m sick and slowly dying.
Everything is jaded, won’t you save me from this crisis?
And thoughts of her unfurl as this final breath it exits.

✈

I find myself in years before
dreaming of carnage and death of me
a certain voice inside did say
your conscience is pleading for your peace.

Supplication, faith and God
Communion brings me guilty thoughts.
And though I've come a long way from my place.
Deep down inside me this hatred rots.

20, 50 hundreds more.
Fall besides my left and right.
Each one dead in its own rite.
Expendable is each one's life.

Where I go from here I ask
myself this question o'er again, I try
to overcome this self-righteous act
looming somewhere deep inside.

Maybe take one to the brain I hope
7 loops around the rope I tie
Worthless dying to another man
Better now is this suicide.

Do flower petals fall to earth
and wither dry come autumn's blow
or does it swing between the winds
And lay beneath the winter's snow?

Come and taste the nurtured vine
the sweet it holds like sun dried grapes
and through the years this cup of mine
poured into hearts for all to taste.

Here the shadows come to life
and work against the hues of black
in hopes to turn a shade more light
Become alive, a heart it lacks.

Death decends with sythe and robe
Cutting down the narrow road
and laying seige to wondrous lands
by taking captive all the hope.

See the moon rise from the east
reach her apex in the sky
and all the clouds like history gone
reveal the stars which shine so bright.

A faith sweeps fast across the shores
jumping nations, touching clans
and like a child's innocence
it turns us all into pious men.

I woke up Tuesday morning
to the raindrops on the pane
it smells like spring is coming
but then all the clouds pretend
that hiding sunshine from the world
is a funny game to play
But Im not laughing, Im just getting
through the day

It seems a bit sophomoric
If I lit a match inside
there might be a hazard
to the structure of the walls
I hesitate a moment
and I ponder if its right
My conscience bleeding, Im just waiting
for the night.

First day mysteries
failing sunlight
swing the floodgate
doors wide open
and these hours
drown beneath tides
we will find these
clocks all brokened
now, now now...
...this is the moment I get over you

To what instant do I owe this?
In what sense we're at this place
caught between this very moment
you will find me unashamed.
Unashamed...unashamed

I know its hard
to stand your ground.
But even harder
to lose yourself,
so grab your lifeline
so you won't drown
beneath the tides
of all your trials...

And its all just a wonderful Dream

Every night he counts the stars
just the way they count the stars
in the days she was alive.
They used to point
from East to West
watch the constellations pass the paths
they traced...

And when she laid upon that bed
much too weak to count the stars
Voice so faint so he leaned in
to hear her say...

"Take my hands and come
with me to a better place
because tomorrow
may not even come around
So I hope you'll stay
with me just a little while
Oh, my everything."

Hey old man, there she is
Don't waste this time so shy as you once did
There might be no other chance
Believe her words and take her hands
Forever love. Forever dance.

There’s a crack along this pipeline dream
it’s a line still small but the memories leak
and our friendship crumbles with every bleed
I’ll try to fix it if you’ll try with me.

I am nearly vanquished yet but my hope
keeps me forging forth though my wick is low.
Resilience lays down; her weapons broke
She compels the fates to take me home.

This plot was once ruled by you and me
when I was king and you my queen
but the wage of time changed our motif
to a bitter fate which choked our seed.

In the face of consequence and life
comes the very moment to decide
do we stop our breath from pushing sighs
and in turn we let our history die?

There’s a crack along this pipeline dream
it’s a fracture large and the memories leak
now our friendship crumbles from all the bleed
but it can still be fixed if you’ll just believe…

Everyone’s escaping now
She’s trying to make her way back home
so she pushes hard against the crowd.
It’s just like her to be alone.

Maybe if I lend my hand
and my heart, her heart won’t be so cold.
She’ll realize that there’s still some good
a little bit left in the world.

She may not know who I am
But I, for sure, know who she is.
She’s hesitating and her plan’s
to exit now without a hitch.

Sadness: colon parenthesis
will never ever see her cry
and if you give your sympathy,
she’ll wave you off and laugh goodbye.

Take her to the fountain’s square
where she yearns to be young again
and if by chance her reflection’s there
she’ll sow herself to reap the wind.

Now you’ve wondered all along
why I care this much for her demise
When no one came to save my life
I saved her own to redeem mine.

She wanders off when the rush has passed
alone she stands against that edge
and looking back at her regrets
she commits them all over to death.

Show me a way out of this tragedy.
Give me a torch and guide my way.
Let me cry tears to ease this brokenness.
Give me the faith and lead me home.

Teach me to seek and find my wandering heart,
losing my mind to sanity.
Give me the grace to pour upon my dreams,
so all my weakness melts away.

When in the end I come to find myself,
lonely and fearful of the light.
Send me away for all eternity.
Rest me in peace for all of time…

Comfort all my restlessness

When she left her city lights
and came to California’s sun,
she lost her ****** eyes
to the first star in the night.
Her silhouette and shadows matched
against the hue above.
She dared the clock to make her change
her pertinacious love.

Every cloud’s got silver lines.
Every cup is fully filled.
Yet, she’s bludgeoned by her doubts
and made faithless by the lies
but somewhere in between this state
she finds her answer here.
It’s Calovefornia summer days
the remedying cure.

Night interceptors, leave my dreams alone.
Your scissors cut along these dotted lies.
You’ll never see me crashing down her boulevard
as I watch him break her untamed heart.

Youth beneath wrinkles still make her alive.
Make the last call and toast my final bow.
She’ll bury me deep beside our fairy tale
while I push up daisies as farewell.

To be continued…

His motion dark. It’s sickening
how fields are barren from the salt.
The years they come to ****** away my mind.
The brewing hate is welcoming
So raise your finger to them all
and fall back into comatose this last time.

If there’s a need, I’ll gravitate
into the gaps of history
and break the burden of this yoke for you.
With tainted cups we celebrate
the sowing of a fractured seed.
Its funeral for everyone we knew.

The morsels fall from trickled thoughts
they taste like you when you were mine
our effervescent youth now lay in ruins.
The share of us displaces taunts
my serendipity has died
you’re all that’s left…you’re all that’s left…and you’re always all that’s right.