Wait a minute,minute,minute.
My senses are senseless, senseless.
A puff of smoke, a deep inhale.
A cough, wheeze, and sigh.

Hold on a second,second, second.
My eyes are blurry,blurry.
A foggy cloud, a cold winter.
A storm, hail, and crash.

Hold on forever, ever, and ever.
My heart is broken, broken.
A faint smile, a kiss goodbye.
A plead, beg, and cry.

I swirled coffee with a red straw
Thinking what I should do today
Feeling a little useless
Wishing I was able to travel far away

Think this is a hopeless dream
I yearn for all the time
But I still have not reached my goal
Mountain only grows harder to climb

It was someone I loved who once told me
"Good things come to those who wait"
But I badly want to see the world
I know one day it will be too late

He made her the most beautiful art
that filled the void of her heart
to keep her stable
to enable
the feeling of love
as if it were flowing swiftly
through her veins
as she simply
remains
on the same
exact spot
where she knew his name
and brought
nothing but his love
to her.

Were you hit?
By a
Truck?

I think you’ve seen
Better
        days.

Not that I could
Say this…

What if:
        I came that night?

Do
You even
        want
To come?

How.
Would you     respond
                To me?

Well,
At least I
        saw you.

Things could have gone
       Much worse.

I’ll just
        wait
For next time.

Whoopsy-Daisy!
There goes half my family tree.

Off into the mystery
of DNA twisting
spirals of ribosomal massive
Building projecting
chromosomal lattices
in a spermatozoatic package

Off into the deep blue deep
of time uncounted
in the shadows of the greats
lifting them on shoulders
and blades
Way back away till god spoke in a burning bud
and called to Joub
and uttered,
"Do not be afraid"
I am the salt of the earth
and the bees and the trees
I am the perfection that you see

Count the petals
(He loves me)
trace the shapes
(He loves me)
Sing the melody
(He Loves me)
Whispered in these
(He Loves me)
Lowly orbs
(He Loves me)
Those soulful
(Loves me)
(Pebbles)
Made perfectly

and to dust will he sow
but not without plucking the best to eat
to return into the fold
that universal flow
To restore and inform
to watch and to grow

It's not a he,
its the trees
do you see what I mean?

They will eat and we will be filled
Will finally know
our efforts unfurl
in the perfect direction of sequence unknown
that leads us towards beauty
(Look out belooowww!!!)
A spiral of perfection in that chaotic void
pushing out, fighting deeply against it
A perfect tao in every step,
every breath,
watching us-- being us
testing us,
seeing us

And when we finally see again,
he will be beauty,
neverend.