I think the sea will welcome you
For I've seen it in your eyes a hundred times,
And heard it crashing through your voice.
I think it has much to teach you in wildness
For you hold in you the same immense, awesome power
It wields when it crushes ships
And batters cliffsides smooth,
And the same silvered grace
It sways with when the moon trails her fingers through the waves on clear nights.

It does not apologize for its savagery,
For the way it rakes its fingers across the shore,
The way it takes.
It cannot be small.
It cannot be meek.
It cannot be silent.
It cannot be
Tame-
Its gentleness and its violence are lovers, ever embracing
And it has never wondered
Why.

It IS, and it is
Exquisite in its rawness.
It can be smooth as glass, murmuring its great hush to the sands
And yet it can within a moment
Rage!
With no shame, no restraint,
Uncontainable and
Unignorable.

I see all of this beneath your skin when your face darkens and you think no one has noticed.
I see your vastness, pressing out,
And I see you soothe it back into silence.
I see it and it moves me toward it like the tide
With its feral beauty,

Yes-
I imagine the ocean will rejoice to rise around you and hold you up as a part of it,
For there are some people- I've said as much-
Who belong to the earth in a special way.
People whose feet the ground worships
And whose face the wind kisses
And whose fingers the grasses reach for.

People whose eyes
The sea lives in.

I imagine it waits for you.

LOVE is an angel....
who lift us to our feet...
when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly...

I tried to stop myself from falling for you, believe me, I tried. I tried to resist your soul filled laugh and the way you looked at me while I was working. And that night, on the empty dance floor, with your hands in mine. I did it, I fell for you. Hard. I tried to stop it, but they came crashing down on my heart after every ******* look and smile. After ever hug or conversation, I feel deeper and deeper. You occupied my mind with selfish thoughts of how I wanted you to be mine. I tried to be okay with you choosing him. And now, you’re gone and here I am, alone and empty. Thinking about all the missed opportunities that filled our friendship & reminiscing over photos we took. I fill this empty, broken hole with with the thought that one day we’d be in love.

How fast fade most pinkest trees
How digits dance 'neath Catalpa breeze
Ignoring last October's deadest death
They arrived on time then took last breaths

Scattered seeds among their foes
Had no need of planting earthen work
As cycles shadow ploughman's dream
The fickle fruitless cherry grows

He rode rough crests over wildest waves
His ship stayed unsunk under skinny toil
His family landed and held holiest hope
Now blossom buds over grassy graves

Darkness darkened darkest health
Metal sheets broke bones full force
Lungs would not get the care of air
But hours still channeled wisdom wealth

She bent the knee for sacred loves
She scraped it on the firmest strife
Her pies nor pulchritude but soul inspired
Now stillness stays beneath starry moves

When bloodiest blood ****** didn't produce
It drained itself from veins and strained
Veiling valleys making mountains make-believe
But sharpest tongue emptiness refused

What meagre maggots worthless worms
Are those of us who never yearn!
We rarely learn to live so well as they
Who gave us genes and grace and days

All I offer oft only when I try and I work
Nothing else can I do nor more can I hope
This most modest shallowest honor to give
Of them in springtime remembering is

You've been the same places as I
Hands linked together, we soared up high
Who would have known that the day I'll die,
My mind would ask me repeatedly why?

Why did it have to end so soon?
Just as we sat under the stars and the moon
We both had the same favorite toon
And loved to listen to each other's tune.

You were my savior, my lovely knight
who protected me with all your might
One day we talked, had a petty fight
And there it all ended on a quiet night.

So I stood still and watched you leave
knowing I was the first to truly deceive
Felt remorse as I made you believe...
Now that you're gone in silence, I'll grieve.

There is a golden point in each life.
Where the world is right and happy,
But it never lasts.

We all know of these points.
As time goes on, these moments happen less and less.

And the world moves on.

So we live our lives and close our eyes.
It only hurts to remember, or does it?

Golden in hue, silver in value,
But grey in color.
We forget those times,
When happiness is our lives.

Well that's the unfortunate thing,
We can't go back,
We wish for it,
And never recieve it.

have you ever wonder why I want you?
it doesn't matter
that's why
you don't bother me with your hands
you're naturally interesting
you grab me and tell me that you want to know me
you already know me
but I feel like I don't know you
and I don't own you
we know we are free to leave each other
whenever
whatever happens
you will remain special
but what's in for me?
now I know
now I'm realizing how
"post-love" works
even though after years of "moving on"
you're gone
it's hard to say that those
are literally years
of wondering why
why aren't we together at all
why do we exist without the other
why, why, why?
I still love you, why?
because it doesn't matter

Today I thought of the trees.
The redwoods standing tall.
The smell of the rain on the leaves.
The beautifully eternal green fall.

Today I remembered the ocean.
The crisp, salty breeze.
The cold and rough emotions.
The endless broken seas.

Today I heard that song again.
The one that filled my soul.
The memories I can't contain.
The one that made me whole.

A Jurassic forest - a
tense moment watching
my T Rex, grazing lightly
on the jugular

vein of some docile lizard, with
a toothy grin, when
Alan's mum stomped into the room
bellowing dinner

time and the intervening million
years or so turned
in a whirl of pages, tumbling
legs and screaming kids, and a jumble

of Alphabetti Spaghetti tubes, limp
in their bloodied ketchup pool,
clearly out-flavoured
the remembrance

of things
past.

This is an ode to a boyhood I wish not to remember
But it can't be put out like a cigarette's embers
Yet it burned my skin tender
I hope to mail it off in letters, no return address for sender

If only to be washed away by a April rain
Down the streets of my youth into old and forgotten storm drains
But the recollection remain, in the banks of my mind forever stained

The levies will break and the ground to mud
As the river floods
The current warm like our blood
We will say what has time done to us