Closet trapped
Words on the wall
I see the world
End of it all

Crazy place
Everything defined
Meanings are haunted
Darkness  confined

Locked and afraid
Windows can't see
Crying my eyes out
Alone let me be

I had a dream that there was something inside it felt like a bubble only whole like rock it held me down to earth in a heavy warm way yet I felt light like I could be carried off in the wind at desire, and it gave me fear but I wasn't afraid only curious because it also gave me something I've never felt, it was constant and consistent with what I could only describe as joy, it made me feel lost so I searched everywhere in my dream for the source. At first I thought it was place so I traveled to every place I had ever been then I thought maybe it was face so I welcomed memories of past love and became flooded with several specific scenes like I was in a TV changing channels and several times I thought I had came close, but as the last person faded, darkness surrounded I had awoke, to my surprise I felt as if I was still in my dream. As I lay in the dark and felt it necessary to type this before much like all my dreams they fade into haze, and in this moment I came to an epiphany. It was no place, it was no person; in fact, it was no object in this world. It was us, it was not the things we did, done, or could do. It was us in the simplest light, it was our mind wrapped in body and soul, it was the way we made each other feel in every tiny little moment entwined with it like held hands laced, these tiny moments walked side by side to create this feeling inside. In these words whispered in my thoughts "love is every perfect moment" I lost all fear. True moment isn't something that can ever be taken, only given.


I knew that I'd always have this; I knew it was the perfect moment and it was intrinsic.

Death is extinct

If I could give to you this frame of reference-
I would be stealing the one thing you were gifted.

This is a frame of reference that is empty;
Empty of concepts, forms, ideas, desires, aversions.

Here, the wind has a purpose; The day has lost it's course.
No destination, yet everything you wanted will be there.

This is where you are safe from other's ideas.
Here, the moment puts death into extinction.

This form you call hand, this idea you call mind-
Cannot grasp this nirvana, nor intellectualize it.

The clouds hold the answer.

I walk up the stairs, head for my room,
the keys been used,
I open and see,
You,
Divine as my first glance,
leaning on the chair,
only the moons light ,
glaring your red lips,
red shoes, and fluttering eyes,
eyes that heat me,
sweating,
that look of yours ,
so lost, so gorgeous,
your hair blows softly,
the windy city air,
your skin sizzling,
with slow ease,
your body so sophisticated ,
beautifully indescribable,
I move closer, and don't bother to notice the door slam,
your grin widens with comfort,
step by step ,
I pause,
then put a hand on your leg ,
stockings,
your smooth thigh,
my other hand ,
your back,
i lay my lips on your kiss of death, ..... the rest is euphoric, ......moment by moment,........ as we both lay ,
entwined,
I know your initial J,
you know mine,
we both know one of us will die,
tomorrow,
,...... that is certain,
she is that lady,...... my lady, ..... goodbye....