How lovely is the boy
Whose smile brings about spring
The lines forming his face
Engraved in my memory with his smile
And maybe if it's winter outside
I see the flowers bloom all the time

How majestic is the boy
Whose poise speaks of royalty
And though a peasant lowly I may be
The way he reaches out, so carefree
Makes me feel the rags I wear
Are riches too, when it touches he

How dandy is the boy
Whose gestures are of a child
The sun-kissed skin that glows
When frolicking under the sunlight
And a mind though a handful of years ahead
He sometimes chooses to play instead

How gracious is the boy
Who forgets his roots never
He prays and thanks for blessings
Even in the stormy weather
And never once he has forgotten
The shelter he takes when he has fallen

How thankful I am for the boy
Who was born on the cold harsh winter
For he forged a spirit of warmth
And his heart makes this world feel kinder
As I stare at the boy that I adore
I couldn't ask for anything more

In a world this cruel
Some people choose to let go
But some hold on too tightly
For the wounds of your past to show

Solitude was the thief
Its accomplice was old man time
In this quest to find myself
And desire to make you mine

The heart my greatest downfall
Though it calls out just one name
Young and blind, incapable
Functional although insane

For you it shouts and echoes
Repeats it four to five
Each step I take towards you
Makes the echoes multiply

My feet though bleeding, blistered
From running miles and miles
On the quicksand we call longing
And love drowns me alive

I shook hands with my demons
To reconcile with yours
Ablaze I set my being
For an ending I can't be sure

The tunnel's dark and distant
Your hand nowhere in sight
So I diminish into nothing
In search of you, my light

I'd close my eyes, ignore
Cuts and bruises on my soul
Not much love is left for me
To you I gave it all

listening as the
                          sea hears the
moon and sun
                    cascading flow or
pulling away
                               melded in
*******
                       tortured ecstasy
creating
                      a thousand words
for every birds
                                eye view

my body giving in
to
                               my mind
my soul somewhere
                                   in-between
silent worlds
                             of unseen eyes and  inward probing

               these neurotic bodies
swaying visceral waters 
                                 deeper currents not
complying  as yet in
                               this cosmic
****** of
                       light & darkness matter & void
                      affecting only the surface
pulling back
                          only waves
pushing them back
                to the ever-changing
shoreline

                       when affecting
only the surface  
                              it appears to
be dull monotony
                           at the beck and call of the
moon's every whim...
                                          oh  
and other orbs play
                    their part with her

but infinitely deeper
                   dramatic ebb and
flow
cannot be witnessed
                          by the seagull's gaze

the thoughts of the soul
                           are faint or nil
in the patterns of
                               vision-mind 

our bodies
                         listening to this galactic
dialogue seethe
                            in stagnant waters
when the mind like the
                       moon is all she
hears
or whatever brings
                          in a stronger
signal

we have taken her away
                            kept her estranged as
mutated cells eating away
                     conformed to the
image of an empty shell
                               of a neutral network
caught in a degenerative loop
                                  
a dense
gravitational pull slowly
                                leading her along
into the vortex of the
                                   absence of light

yet something our minds
                               cannot understand as
yet is developing
                     out of sight-mind   after
the imploding of her
                                  beautiful
mass

after
                  the burning-out of
countless worlds
                                     beyond
even the furthest reach
                               of the poetic
eye

a genesis beyond eden
                     attempting with
greater resolve to
                          orchestrate the divine
purpose of the
                       primeval garden
rearranged
                           and tuned to higher
******* harmony
                                  the new
birth of soul leading
                            body & mind
her voice
              being the gravitational orb
swaying visceral
                     waters and deeper currents
complying this
                              time around.

I want to breath in
a sweet cotton air.
Moments of ones mind
stretching forth
elegant and divine.

A piano drips like rain,
Reverberating above the soul,
while frequencies dance
across nerves full of static.

Pangs and woes,
weigh heavy upon my shoulders,
too broad and too weak,
to carry much more.

Life's burden weighs down
the branches of trees,
their fruits bruised against the ground
turn sour by the first rain.
One must tend to lifes terms

Contracts laid down in cosmic fibers,
Guides the flow of time.
If time could be streatched,
The structure of the universe
would appear like a roadmap,
Expanding and contracting,
Like the heartbeat of time


Tic...

Toc...

the seashell glimmer
of seafoam and fir tree moss
sparkles out the corners
of your eyes
as you dimple sweetly
up at me--

I lose where I end
and you begin,
a lavish ocean of
passionate spray along the wind
of birds flying overhead
and delicate kisses mingled
amidst sheets--

i don't know
how i came to know you,
feel you so deeply a part
of me so quickly,

but I have to wonder
if the stars have
a plan in mind for us
to learn together,
beneath the radiant moon--

--LNM
(01.16.2017)

my heart is the moon
glowing pale and wan
cold light filtered through voids of flesh
shadows dancing into shapes in the crevices
beating in tides against stone
saltwater drips through my veins
an ocean of blood colder than the sea pooled behind my eyes
my lungs are the sun
roaring, empty, gasping oxygen
a shining light, shying away the moon
choking for more, desperate
words fall in sunspots, blinding, pointless
the planets align in my joints
snapping into place and crawling through orbits
asteroid belts curl behind my tongue and stars burn in my ears
cosmic, ascent complete, I look below me
the void is everything
I feel distant and spread, broken into parts
solar ice forms my teeth and I gnaw at dust
above all, I am alone