I am a dream that is awoken
In the palpable stillness of night

A feast of all things
Drowning in the crypt of eyes

So beautiful in silky aloneness

Scintillating like the shadow of an imposter
Gliding through the quicksand of glacial night

Grappling with the behemoth of humanity
Dancing with the fragility of raindrops perched on the sun

A tangled morass of limbs spiked with sentience
Colliding prismatically like an unruly flock of birds

Oxygen and mayhem fluttering
Upon the parading windstream

I am the delightful trickle
Of a distant waterfall's hushed rainbow

I am a boy sewn together from scraps
Of true love's wardrobe

Rising strangely through the thunder clouds of heartbreak
Like dawn whispers caressing every particle in the solar system

I am all of these things and more
Yet in the end only one truth remains:

When love paints the dappled clouds
With wandering rivulets of gorgeousness
That morph majestically from one lovely unnameable form to another

We kiss underneath a sky
Made of nothing but us

We kiss underneath a sky
Made of nothing but us

Here comes the moment
And now, all it goes
In the façade of nothingness
All I'm now is numb,
Feeling light, feeling hefty.
And now, all it goes
In the façade of nothingness.

I was sitting on the steps
Wondering why

All the stars up in the sky
Burn through the night

For everyone faces the darkness
And let’s out a sigh

Under pools of light
In the deepest night

Time will send you over the moon
Endless moments where it’s just you

And as starshine opens your mind
There will be another surprise

Here under the sky
A shooting star captured in your eyes

she said
she was mine, and
i was mine too.

now,
how can someone like me
who disguises himself
can carry two souls aboard
when it is not even meant
to carry one.

there's happiness
and there's sorrow.

there's life
and there's regret.

there's sin
and there's confession.

there's me
and there's poetry.

My innermost has been missing me,
I must get back to it,
Lately, I've been a half moon, see,
a half moon and that's it.

There's a clumsiness beneath my cerebral cortex,
A hazy and haphazard thought,
My cranuim is marrying the confused with the complex,
And so my thinking amounts to nought.

Where am I in my deafening debris?
I'm not entirely lost,
Just feeling far away from lucidity and me,
But my innermost will cover the cost.