She deserves far better,
Than this world could ever give her.
Her spirit, light as a feather,
She’s dealt with plenty of stormy weather.
Yet she’s still standing,
Created a family,
Created me.

The pain from her own body,
Like life’s trying to handicap her mind.
She doesn’t deserve the hurt,
Or the worthless “workers” at her work.
She deserves far better,
Than they could ever give her.
If life were perfect,
Her hard work would be rewarded,
In full,
No half-measures or coercion.

She deserves a son she can be proud of,
I hope that I am that to her.
Because sometimes, I can convince myself that,
She’d be better off as someone else’s mother.
She deserves a son who’s outgoing,
One who’s willing to take risks,
One who doesn’t see a single mistake,
And consider himself a problem he cannot fix.
She deserves a son who’s happy,
Without it being fake.
I wish I could be what she believes I can,
But I don’t believe I can.

I know she worries about me,
The path of loneliness is one that we share.
I wish I could convince her I’m okay,
But could I lie to her and myself?

She deserves far more than I can give her,
She deserves more than the world could ever offer.
She deserves everything I could ever be,
And she deserves far better than me…

Adam put my hand in his hair and asked me if he looked nice tonight.

You look like you’ve been traveling on the wind a long time;
Your eyes, a whirlpool of brown and green,
Lent to you by the earth.
Dark when the sky turns, clears when the water escapes through the river.
And as the tidal waves calm; storm passes, your eyes lighten.
I feel your heartbeat slow
And your eyelids no longer feel the need to keep watch;
red roots no longer take your peace for nutrients.

You look like you’ve been taking pebbles and cactus flowers along the way to rest.
You’ve been guided by the other particles on their way to becoming,
To travel faster in your chosen direction.
And to catch a ride on the wind when it’s lazy; tamed by the hot sun.

You look like you were first formed someplace in outer space
You look like the great beyond, all that’s happened along with being narrowly avoided,
and a vintage kitchen toaster
all collided with the force of fate.
And their death - the dust -
Was solidified by the hot American sun, and made your body.
And when you stood, everything else realized it also could.
You brought the sky down to kiss the solid ground.
You said it was easy, anyone could do it.

I reach my cupped hand in the water searching for salt.
Just a speck will do.
Placid- you stand in my hand, you look up with wind behind you now.
You’ve been searching along time for a place to be that’s only yours.
You tilt your neck back and sigh.
And river beds form for you in the crevices of my hand.
You trace the ivy up my arm,
Up to my shoulder
We can watch people, places and things rise and fall,
In sync with the movement of your chest.
I straighten my hand
Come stand beside me now.

So yes, you look nice tonight,
When I see you
All I can see is the heart-stopping feeling of staring into the eyes of everything that was, is, and could be.
Your love is not the only thing you’ve done, not even the greatest-
But it’s the best thing that
i
have ever seen.

Thy the art
Thy my heart
Its beat and the heat
Pointless drift in pure chaos
Filled with islands of all the kinds
Some bearing peace, some with joy
Deep dark paths, and killer traps
Waters of kindness, hunts for the stillness
Ever growing numbers of unsaid beliefs
Merry go around overwhelming bluntness
I wish I knew how to steer the ship
Would have been pointless even so,
Since I am not sure what I am in
Is it ocean? Of fire for a change?
Or a vast blank space of the universe maybe?
My my, is this the first?
Ever been the same with anyone?
Doesn't matter anyway I guess
I know this is inexplicable
So, I am not waiting for advice

oh, my fair maiden
why thou worry?
look at that lass,
look how she gently pass,
i envy her and
i know you do it too.
i could carve her image out with charcoal,
let assume cuts as her kisses,
recite poetry for her yet a million more
all for the lady i adore
so, my fair maiden
your worry can be understood
my worship, my love, my devotion for her
can't be returned to me
they are hers and hers alone
though sometimes i wish
i wish for that devotion to return
in any form or way,
in month of may or dismay,
i want it to return from anyone
so oh,
my life has been spend in sidewalks of others,
for once i would like to be the main view
so fair maiden,
let me worry with you

As humans, we are not made to understand this kind of beauty
that nature created.
And yet, without even trying,
I can see it in every part of your being.

I do not understand.
How can your beauty differ so much from the usual meaning of the word,
and yet be more surprising than any other kind known to man?

It is not a beauty that demands attention,
but one that simply exists —
and still, I find myself unable to look away.

It is the beauty of nature, as I have said before:
not false or ornamental,
nor grotesque or forced together.

I can’t help but compare it to a landscape.
No one is forced to look,
yet countless poems and books are written about it.
We are fascinated —
because it is natural, primordial.
A beauty we could never create,
and never truly possess.

I see it now — in your eyes, your lips,
the tilt of your head when you smile.
Like a view from the mountaintop,
looking down at the quiet forest,
or the sun sinking into the sea,
only to rise once more in the morning.

Your beauty belongs in the poems of the old Greeks.
How can someone be this beautiful,
and in such a simple way?

I may never understand.
But as I lie here a few feet away from you,
with the comforting knowledge that you do not even know my name,
I can’t help but smile,
and stay a little longer
to contemplate your beauty.

Two pools of brilliant blue,
parallel oceans.
Two identical reflections,
my insignificance among your wonder.
Infinite bright flecks,
stars floating.
One moon,
centered eclipse.