Do you not know, I am a Phantom?

That catches your quiet thoughts,
and wishes for a kiss.

Who lives in Dark,
just to
feel
inspiration,

Nay, you are be-spelled
oh Light Seeker.

You sought my Fire
for your own,
Thief.
Liar.

Yes, Prometheus of my soul
I watched the stars.
They said, Find.
And I found you.

And in black clouds
of Hate and Anger
did Lightning strike hard.

Electrified, Terrified, Mystified.

Then it was gone
like a bird choked of song,
a Memory in folded paper.

The night view blankets a shining star

Yet the dark still feels warm 
With cold moonlight,

Moving through a ghostly season
Still in touch with earthly dealings.

Tonight we are the tide.

sweet sunflower shining
through the dark and the days,
the blood of a rose;
the thorns of the scars;
i'd only have you
as you are.
intoxicating in all your ways
mysterious as the moon's cold rays,
my moonbeam
-I love you

I've had to many honey bees,
but I have the peace of the sea,
old soul waves at me,
planet stars sung a tune,
arrow brought love strikes true;
as a leaf,
on November's shoulder,
bent down by winters cold sigh.
I feel alive, oh night sky,
Moonlit shades and cloudy days
bring small comfort
of what was

**Few, and Far between.

I told you so ,
It gets cold at night.

Warm me with a smile.

Who knew the soft breeze
Was merely a tease
And sunrise a false fire,
The waters once calmer
Inviting and promised
A siren’s calling horror.
Quiet Lake a liar,
liar.


My God has watched the wind turn and many a son die, though I did not pay attention to deaths jealous eye.
The shock grasps and pulls until you know its true,
The best of us was taken
And I was left to you
The shadow on his chin in that early golden glow,
stuck inside the tent I did not know.
That the paddle of their canoe through the calm breeze would be
the last I’d see--
Island time clocks slow like a grief as it grows and regret in often company.
Who gives a **** island was stretched from shore to shore,
Divided by that cold wet demon
A womb of lost children, a watery graveyard.
All for smoke and fire they paddled their canoe
One beached on land like a salty sailor
The other exiled to hells blue.

The tragedy—whose heart weighted in gold left my copper soul rusted, the brakeman sold the purest human I’d known and grief clocks slow when you keep waiting for his body to surface.

I am a puzzle piece,
That forms many horrors.

Can you stick me to the moon?
With mirrored hope and cursed
Bite marks, will I become whole again?

Can you throw me at the waves
Like a skipping stone,
Worn and washed away
A sailors drifting song.

Can you fit me with a flower
That holds sad depression,
And blooms a heart broken.

Can you light me on fire
With a burning desire,
To drive the shadows away?

And can you make me smile
Though love and laughter?

Can you put me back together
Someday?

Kicked out of Rehab
They won’t let me go,
Oh I don’t know about this place
No more games-says doctor Wise
And all the like-you are alone.
Oh like a moan
You’re grown then your old
Just in yesterday,
But I say “Hey!” look to the sun
Where light always shines and
The moon she goes again
Full then shallow,
Small then like a shadow
A phantom in the day
Oh just like a rose petal in May,
Nothing about the clock looks the same.