watching the clouds from my plane seat
listening to Lana Del Rey speak
compounding words and motifs
wondering how this all came to be
me in the sky, diamonds in my eyes
and worry draped over me
trap me in the mind, time after time
the power of potent poetry

it is hard for the truth to come out of my sealed lips
played the victim and I take my role seriously
we were just on the same water, passing ships
the sun and the moon meeting in an eclipse
only for a moment but the moment was potent
wishing for more moments like this
rips and rips until I finish my zip
hours and hours until I finish my shift
you are the one thing my mind cannot slip
the one man that drives me to drink
so I don't think, just a couple of sips
now I am covered in my sadness as the sunlight peeks through
such a naive little boy, never knowing what to do
what to do

~
Sometimes, a family of water has a way of
being more potent than a family of blood
~

Things you create to debate.

Our love could wait.

Made a mistake to be taken,

And left to meet at a wake.


I am dead,

no love,

no tears to shed.

Break the bread,

share and don't dread.

Were slaves meant to be lead.

By our hearts…..


Filled with  greed and desire..

So potent, it turns us into liars.

When things are dire.

You let ourselves consume

And tire,

Of the things that make us human.