we built this hearth from heart and stone,
and how it has overgrown.
the fire flowed like water and the water burned like heat.
the wind dragged fall leaves across the road
and then you left me.

It's time again
To lean on my art
Fulfilling my doubts
And growing in heart.

The lines are so skewed
Between love and lust
Between moon to dusk
And the deep blue.

Within my ship you breathe
Filling up my sails
Pushing me out
To sea.

The waters are red,
Red enough to bleed.
This land sick mind
Feels afoot.

we danced in starlight
and slept in mirrors,
leaving our heads
and finding our spirits.
small cities and escape plans--
like sardines we piled into the metal,
viewing different slides of life.
chasing the echo of thought
pinned between railroads
as sharks to the sea,
salty and brine.
we landed in Midworld's bar,
stepping out of our skins
and into new cells.
like dna strands unwinding
in a sea of atoms.
holding together on a galactic
cord.
we wrote our own science fictions
but finding your body again,
is trickier.

The moon inside you aches
when my cold wind blows.
I can not shake its light
reflecting my own.

It's feels like winter calling,
On a hot July day.

It feels like winter calling,
In January we'll  be ready

The dawn dipped red the morning light,
Calling forth thundering spring just like
An ocean of storming clouds.

It cracked the sky's black heart.

The large eye socket of Thor
Stretched in gnarled greys,
Tailored in the howling winds,
Clawing the earth in Titan strength-
Drenched the ground in flooding tears.

May the father be at peace,
with what his daughter has sown.
May the demon dr. Naples,
have no rest from the sun.

Blistering in his sin, all his greed
weighs him down.

All the gold in his heart,
shackled his soul,
in contempt of the righteous,
will he fall from grace.

For those cursed in greed,
share no mercy in hell.

It blisters
There
Hope
Alive

Even now,
I can hear it,
But there is no rest for the wicked.

His transgressions meet no court.
And his madness and lust,
consume the whole earth.

He tears the ties of family,
And the bonds of love.

And may my wrath burn stronger still,
Death to your happiness-
be gone the joy in your life.

But there is no rest for the wicked,
not until you die.