Nobody would believe the reason I know I am more depressed today, than I was before,

Is based on the cleanliness of my cats litter box which I emptied every 3 days. Yes. I'm sorry. I worked alot. I was forgetful. I still am. I felt so guilty. I still do.

Now, I try to every day. I try. Every day. So tell me, how can I be more depressed? Shouldn't I be lounging around in bed? Forgetful?

No. Listen to me. I know it. I really am. I know I'm more depressed now because I am taking care of my cat more...which means I'm trying not to focus on me...which proves I'm not focusing on me...oh wait I'm not focusing on me...oh wait......wait me......wait....wait...


Me.

Watching breakers
from below, forms
of foam frame shapes
of thunder clouds,
meeting mountains,
hold, hold this breath,
watch this entire wave
pass over, see, see

we can change
impressions placing

now and then in time.

and time becomes
this ocean, this living
planet's breath's

messaging medium,
telling us take this
thought, not fretting
failure to live under

all we may someday
think we drown in,
today,
time's universe…

not one limited
by how long we hold
a thought.

quiet high summer nights
waving off mosquito bites
and lips so dry
the tap tastes like nectar
a glass shared is sweeter, better.
soda like opal in the moonlight
should we order in tonight?
leave the window open. though it's raining
this is our little love remaining

His love washes over me /
Pristinely /
Drenching me, deluging me /
In surging airborne streams /

A parcel of wind greets me /
& raises me to Him. /
In the Light of Dreams, of sweet reverie, /
There I find Him. /

Beside me he fulminates /
Making me adamantine, /
Diamonded /
Glistening resplendently. /

A place of concealment, a sanctuary, /
He drenches me in His Light, baptismal, /
Cascades me, /
In its torrential downpour. /

In stillness there is revelation, /
In stillness there is clarity, /
Though our hearts tremulous, may quake & tremble, /
He awakens us anew each morn. /

Rays of light reach the high watermark,
The sun lovely bathes in the morning dew,
On a rose cradled within someone's thumb,
And in a tear streaming from someone's eyes!"

Ever since I met you
I’ve been experimenting with new drugs
Searching for a new high
I found one at the sound of your voice
The vibrations of your voice
Beats the drums in my ears ever so gently
I hear nothing except you
At its absence
The membranes of my drums tighten and sound a tone deaf
Hoping it reaches you and you speak to me
The second high I felt when you touched me
That new high gave me a pleasant numbing sensation
When I touched you back
It felt as if I’m reaching out to the universe, touching beauty at its purest form
Away from your touch my skin feels dry and wrinkled
Everything I touch feels rough and itchy
My skin longs for your touch
My lips are as dry as the desert
Nothing nourishes them
Kiss me, they say; In a trembling faint voice
I close my eyes to picture perfectly every high I felt from you.
That gives me a fix to wait a little bit longer
I hear you approaching, my eardrums beat greater and more lively
I feel your radiant beauty drawing close
I open my eyes and;
My greatest high comes from when I see you.