It'd be interesting to
document my thoughts
and prayers or meditations or imagination
1:1.
There's always some bit
of confusion.
Do you know what I mean ?

so many people
I pray for-
I used to write
Just to soothe
someone
that felt a little
like me.

flowers for her,
floating by
in a river.

his hiking boots
stepping into
Spring time.

I know love is
so cyclical-
I'm growing
ever
more cynical.

I'll let her take
me to her sunny
benches if she
let's me.

Like an oyster
or a baby reef,
she's opening
herself slowly
to a possibility
of being hurt
by others.

lover in the grass
looking up at the tree
wonders what it means
for them to be free

Sky.
I love that name.
She giggles bubbles
from her breast,
she's a toe slug,
a kitty named Dog.

I wanna go on a trip with you,
sell plants by the highway.
carry mischief,
Kerry Feather.
golden flower,
golden head hair.

loose pants,
silky rayon.
She lies on
her stomach,
we're a
blanket picnic.

The greasy sparks falling to fire before the bright sunlight dawn were the flame phoenix preening the moon's psychosis dreamings

A part of him were left in the shadow but faceted just above an ignorant nullification like a drain maintained by a fresh shaving

Each fallen hair or falling feather may whisper in empty spaces or wearied pipes
but only in the darkness of darkness' nighttime trickster limericks

Morning river mist
Cascading lulling water
Single falling leaf

In night dreams
Touched by spirit's kiss
I'd give anything to fly with you

One day soon that feeling may fade
soon to be it cauterize and spayed
it was death defied now withered and decayed
a priest may save a priest may say
here lie my soul, here lie my grave
there lie my peace, there lie my grace