A dark mist settled on her lips,
and as soon as she opened her mouth,
the mist morphed into a magical shade of pink;
warmed by her angel-breath,
like falling frost in the eye, it froze her,
and everything around her went still...
She spoke sweet words of sorries and plays,
hoping to born a new day -
with new tales
and new times;
It was only then she realized,
the darkness remained,
no one heard her,
& that all this time,
she only chose to view a different shade,
from behind the curtains of a moth's wing,
posing as a rustic butterfly.
She wouldn't let the words roam now;
she would reel them back in -
like a hurt fish, like a dead wish,
she would tie them up like a bow,
and throw them in the trash,
along with Christmas Eve and the New Year
that she had imagined.
She would leave that photo behind,
and those carved things
that always looked nice on her shelf.
She finally knew
that it was time to go.

On an angry sea
with sails getting more
USELESS!
TORN!
by the second, it seems!

Your image a mermaid
God bless the shore
and the scenes that live on
in the depths of our dreams.

DOWN WITH THE SHIP!
said the Captain, at once.
DOWN WITH THIS VESSEL TO THE BOTTOM, I'LL GO.
but he was the sea, the storm, the ship.
he was everything and nothing, he just didn't know.

I used to seek in daylight, in the obvious, the clear.
As if lifetimes were re-written in my twenty-something years.
Knowing well what's worth finding must be hidden, must be kept
in shadows - or illusions - or dark devices of our debt.
One life altered by a thousand half-deaths:
mere moments of enlightenment that fuel the self-impressed.
Only fools could stay with certainty but not help clean up the mess.
That's why I wrestle with my restlessness and blessings that manifest.

A sour grape makes for a wine still lacking.
Because an imperfect body bruises a soul without remorse.
In your skin like a child under his blanket in fear of a house cracking.
When it falls apart you'll realize, it was never really yours.

I saw a garden get planted, wither, and flourish again.
The frosty chains of Winter's exhale, broken.
While each word spoken served bi-polar purposes.
As purple curtains were slowly eaten by moths in the way erosion forms canyons over millions of years.
Oblivious to our trap like ants in an ant farm
and just as much a spectacle for voyeurs.
Like a child trying his best to tell a lie,
adults have lied enough and been lied to enough to recognize:
it was see-through the whole time.

What's it like to love someone you can't have?
Well, it's like gasping for breath in a vacuum
-- the intention is fierce but the beast won't comply --

I watched a gnat drown in a glass of abandoned bourbon
wondering if the whiskey burned it alive as it sank, screaming to its gods
or if it simply drowned - too drunk to realize it was searing and singing
like a satellite wandering too close to the sun.
Immolation I would imitate a thousand and one times
in a perverted display, selling humility.

Service and self-righteousness may be indistinguishable to some
but those who see...SEE...
...and a lie dissolves like a slug in a salt pile.
Blaming everyone but ourselves as our hearts turn to dust.
The disintegration of genuine trust.
An exit plan when perfect circles corrupt.
And collapse.
Into lines.
We've all heard.

a tree
that grows,
is then struck down.
Lightening, Lightening;
but, ah,
trees heal,
so He grows again.
Lightening, Lightening;
a strike
so rare,
and somewhat unexpected.
a tree
not struck
is a tree that is neglected.
He needs
the rain
and also, the light.
Lightening, Lightening;
and then,
the ground --
all He can feel.
no more
sky;
only the earth that is quaked,
and the space that is forsaked
when
the Lightening
strikes,
again and again.

The serpent slips
into my veins,
and whispers thoughts
into my brains.
I don't know
which way to go.
I am just a nomad soul;
a naked trip,
a change and a chance.
Lay me with your
premade dance.
I'll put my snake
in a cage
for a while.
Touch my heart
with frozen smiles,
drip-drop, dreams,
and similar things
creep into my eyes
as I walk
another way --
some place that is light;
a fading song
with rearview mirrors,
contacts clearer --
I will keep in line,
the velvet and divine;
you are kissing my spine;
Shine with me.
Dine with me.
No more serpent,
only seas.
But, everything looks perfect
from far away;
and I am so close.
Do you hear me breathing?;
a stomach so heavy.
I am a queen,
and you're feeding me.
You found me in the dungeons,
and now I am free.
A wondrous throne
of transformation,
but none the less --
an innovation.
Will evolution
do us well,
or drown us in pity
and other sad things?

Room 1648
Opening my eyes to
The streaming sun light
Stretching my body
In the heat of the day
To the sound of the sea
Seeing
How lucky I am
From the 16th floor
Looking out at
Sweeping palm trees
Stretch of South Beach
Echoes of beach life
Resonating all around me
Feeling the freedom of happiness
Of peacefulness
Finally

Down at the beach
Sand between my toes
The rolling waves washing
Over me
The taste of salt on my lips
The wind in my face
I lose myself in the expanse of ocean
Glistening under intense sunshine
Your depth of care eventually saving my life
Binding us together as husband and wife
Feeling the freedom of happiness
Of peacefulness
Finally