He kissed me so deeply I forgot whose air I was breathing

La primera vez que lo notó,
su camisa era naranja.
Con el tiempo,
su camisa pasó de naranja,
a verde, a celeste, y a morado;
junto con su historia.
Su última camisa fue negra,
y se perdieron entre tanta oscuridad.

i want you
to cup the budding bloom
of my petals between your hands,
to pluck my stem from the earth
and bring me out into the sunshine

i want you
to clear the snow away
from my branches, to show me
the light i've missed
for far too long

i want you
to stand barefoot
in my river's flow, showing me
i'm not so cold as i once was

i want you
to climb up the surface
of my mountaintop, to feel
the pebbles between your toes
and stand atop my highest peak
so i can kiss your feet
with my rubble

i want you
to blow away the seeds
of my dandelion, wishing hard
for springtime to last
forever

You have Darkness within you,
let it out, embody it;
lest it embody you.

If you don't express it
on your terms,
it will consume you
on it's terms.

To seize control
or forgo control?
that is the question.

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

I'm not an
honors student or
an athlete.
I don't have
good grades and
I fail all the time.

          Still, I bet that I
    smile more
than you.

Waves crash across the horizon.
Salt and sand stir in the curling crests.
The sun falls into the sea, ages away.
An expanse ignites in lucid crimson.

Calmly the sea reaches for the shore.
The lonely moon floats in depthless black,
Clustered with ever endless stars
Indifferent to the futile toils of man.

The multitude of eyes that look to this sky,
And shrink from the unfathomable void,
Laugh the whole of their little lives
As they willingly wither with the weeds.

Yet there are whispers in some ancient breeze
Of a timeless dream of something more --
A future that all of man should strive for:
Free of famine, strife, and senseless war.

Yes, we must believe in something
To keep the dreadful darkness at bay,
So we have created a perfect world
Forever confined to our mythic minds.