From the depth of my cage
I saw you pretending to be
Not my keeper
Releasing me, only to chase me
Into my own nightmare
Of charred souls
Standing helpless
As I watched the ash blow away

just you and me,
tucked in midnight's fold,
sharing the day
in murmurs only we hear

The night was dressed to astound.
The moon wore a billowing black gown.
Festooned in silver beads.
To coincide with the glitter of my needs.
You trace, like a whisper, your fingers down my naked spine.
The bind,
for my soul's story.
Trail my moonlit land of flesh with starborn kisses.
Make me a constellation of blisses.
Admist the tugs, twists and swerves of colliding destinies.
Tonight we deviate fate in euphoric glory.
and let the tangle of our lips forever be.

Oh to be my your side
It feels unmatched
My hand onto yours
I couldn’t ask for more

Walking along the streets
Stuck together like glue
The fluorescent lights
Shines you so bright

Long into conversations
Short on time
It pulls you away from me
Like a beast in its prime

Enfolded by you on the bench
The breeze comes in without, warning
I feel your light pats on my back
Similar to a consolation of a baby, whining.

City lights all around
You tried to steal a glance
You failed as I looked back
We make eye contact
I admired your nuances

The night grows in prominence
I wrap my hand tightly
Around your arm
This night
Stays like this
Perpetually
Never momentarily

I only dream of reaching you,
Here grounded on this patch of Earth.
Yet all the same, I'm richly blessed
To see your beams of silver-blue,
And sights of all the landscape dressed
In brilliance that gives Night its worth.
What are the dark hours without you?

Today when I held the pen to cast a spell upon this empty sheet, I found myself getting defeated from the world that surrounds me.
With innumerable wonders around me, I find my words trembling seamlessly,
And as I look for my muse, I find myself neglecting the exceptionally aligned nature, just a dewy view.
Stars that aren’t as pleasing as before,
Prosaicness that gathers me makes my heart sore.
This mundane night isn’t as poetic as it was yesterday, just an empty soulless ray.
This ink doesn’t cast a beam, this sheet can’t make my eyes gleam.
Those swaying trees which resemble the approaching spring aren’t the cause for the poetry I bring today.
Because my shaky hands are making my pen stumble today, maybe my heart had only this much to say.

You haven’t sung this song for some time
The pain returns tears well up in your eyes
You’re writhing like twisting, turning, treetops in a storm
No comfort coming your way
Just endless waves of torn
You’ve got no time for this but time is all you have left
The disease is torturing you to Death
You give it nothing but it takes it all your breath
Your insanity wrecks havoc on you Day and Night
Your lovely soul keeps you in the fight
Don’t let a pirate in the night steal you blind
You’ve everything and nothing to lose
Dark machinations it has for you
Gray glowing moon
No more Silver Spoon
Twisting turning room for you
The Demon returns until Balance you earn
Steady your rudder
Hands upon the wheel
Find your center and Victory you shall steal

Small hairs sprinkle his hand
His touch is wet and uncomfortable
He smells of musk and ash
He's nervous

I try to contain myself from leaving
My minds fall back to you
It's like I'm sick
I gag on his smell

It's not one I know
Not one I want to taste

I hate you
Yet I come back
To your memory
Your sound

Is reminisced in my ears
You thwack and bang
Against my heart
Begging to be let out

I throw up on my words
They're like metal
Swishing and swallowing
My desire to let go

I end my meeting.
Leaving to my unwashed sheets
They outline the disgusting yearning
Of my body

A flash of light illuminates my face
Your picture
Your long hair.. and hairless arms..
I turn it off.

I have a date tomorrow.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth" - Nietzsche

I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.  
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.  
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts  
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of  
haunted thoughts lodged below.  
Never fear the terror of your deep.
Submerged beneath is where
the wisdom sleeps.