heirs and heiresses
erring their cautions
blood thrusting through veins in hurried vigor and vitality
floating in fine wines and melodies so effortlessly poured
knowing not a possibility of drowning.

Clenching oxblood between teeth,
What little remains dripping down lips
creeping down my chin and
sinking into the depths of velveteen fibers caressing my neck.

Tighter
but loose enough to breathe.
Damper
but dry enough to stay afloat.

Flaming chiffon carnation
unraveling into a dance of ruffles.

Recluse of intrusive
thoughts beyond attainment.

No fife nor drum
conjure evidence concurring victory.
No strife to be named nor likened
to familiar perils.

Just an ethereal
reprieve of condolences
irradiating in the plague of mine.
Ephemeral sparks of hope
placating the absurd.
Entrenched in the hopeful hopelessness of the universe.

What catharsis lifts such dull fog?
Light enough to see through
yet dark enough to burden.

when you hear another
carrying his name
i hope your thoughts
go first to him
followed by whomever else
- - -
in this life
& in my heart
he'll be the only
one i see
in name
forever

im like a willow
weak branches turned downward
swaying toward every whim
snapping and floundering
my leaves increasingly dim.

i wish to be like the oak
upstanding and steady
growing toward the sun
untouched by the windy
season painted by someone

prolific are we
in our thoughts unseen

beautiful unsung melodies
playing the tune of our memories

distant kindred spirits
weary with the worldly physics

together we weave
a linguistic tapestry

another morning too; drenched in dew
reminiscing coils of sapience
seen in all corners of the room.
searching for some sense
where there lives only nonsense.
growing insane trying to grasp
magic from mundane.

earthly idols: all turned stone
like resounding walls
juggling with no catcher nor clone.
circulating beings; pick one-
how? without seeing what's shown

discerning devotion
driven to sheer delusion
confounded by exuberance
where only fear and control roam
through narrow corridors within
these lovely two-story bones

unsteady. undone.
i know not
which battle to be won.

and i'm trying-
hard as i might
to see through
and capture holy sight
along this dim lit path
that leaves me alone
where feelings of wrath
have surely taken their hold

what lesson lives in loneliness?
left my thoughts here
just as the powers that be
seemingly have left me
to solitary discernment.
not the slightest bit concerned
repeatedly echoing
what an embarrassment

no answers
only questions
once the dream ends
retreat into imperfections

tiled by each passerby
tapestry woven from threads ever worn.
I am a collection
of everyone I've ever known.

many masks, one for any occasion
each gathered meticulously
from every stop at the station.

timidly tending to the layers
catalogued by time.
scattering all my prayers
hoping to reveal what's mine.

human inside and out
borrowed too, then lost
how can i live with no doubt
when moment moves faster
than i ever thought?

light shines through
onto all that's true

no will nor worry
can conceal nor carry

son of my sons
you're nothing
without the Sun

who rises in the east
so the moon can
shine in the west

no matter your
frays nor feigns
he always knows best.

soul of my souls
you're nothing
when alone

together we gather
and for all
a happily ever after.