The Ocean waves its greetings to the Shore,
gently tickling the tips of his sand with
her wet fingers

she sighs at the contact
breathing in before heaving back
in sweet repetition
this brazen exchange

Though it may be cruel
I somehow am fooled
Her departure in heartache
I never understood

Though I suppressed
What I try to hold inside
your hand brought forth
A part of me that had died

Should’ve been guarded
For I knew what was to be
To my own folly I relinquish
Fully venerable to thee

I felt too much in her summer gaze
as her undertow ****** me in
blinded in the waters
entraped in her waves

Though I long to be free
To escape from the mind
I travel onward haunted
Like the days I left behind

Though I am made a fool
I cannot help but to think
The coldness that follows
Eternally to be truly hollow

To heaven I question
Why must I face dismay?
To God above I wish to
Take this life away

I do not want to walk alone
For there is no joy in such
Forever I am reminded
Of the pain to be ensued

We live in a grey city
Where the sun burns and the night suffocates
The city of calming loudness and deafening silence
My thoughts and sounds of flickering Fluorescent lights
Smoke from crashing astral flights
Innocent flaming childish kites
Dancing clowns censor horrific sights
And they think that it's right
To shackle our minds from reaching heights
They know they'll never might
So they stuff you in mental solitary cell so tight
Solitude in darkness, wishing for the faintest light
There's no God in the city, and no body gives a *****

To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall.

From afar, she captures your attention
and up close you feel the mist
known as her presence embrace you.

Without a doubt, she is a beauty
and her voice gushes warmth and intensity.

However, when you get closer,
She is soothing like a water stream
and once inside,
playfulness arises.
Inside the water I am,
can’t breathe,
it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever.

I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall,
but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.

She was awake at an ungodly hour
In the kitchen

Looking out the window
The view of her wooded backyard
Dark and obscured

A knife in hand
She cut through bread, cheese and meat
Making her meal for tomorrow

Her dog walked in
A wolf-like beast
She heard the clicking of his nails on the tile

She fed him
The smallest sliver

But
This became routine
And the dog wanted more
And more
Every night

So she fed it
More
And
More
Every night

Every night
And
Everyday

The slivers getting
Bigger
And
Bigger

Until




Nothing was left

Until he had taken

More

Than she had given