Every time I touch the void
Do you feel a tremble, a stir?
Every time I paint it with a whisper of color
Do you see a shift within?
If not, at least I've tried.
Perhaps I’m not the one you seek.

To live better for an ex, what an ugly sight,  
Heartbreak fuels change, day and night.  
Love's once gentle embrace,  
Seems so lost in this after race,  
While masks hide the truth from the light.

“I never really needed you anyway,”
Doesn’t that face dare to say,
But the mask covering your heart –
Isn’t that an ***** that has so much to impart,
Having so much more to say.

Sounds of trombone,
deep down under shallow hides
a licking stamp
a feverish night

Your work set out
... not dynomite
sounds of trombones
in winter light

One day while strolling on the snow,
Following the murmuring flakes below,
My breath caught and I felt it then,
Caught in your eyes, and can't breathe again.

he's here

and once again i fall slowly
light as a feather
gravitating to the river
to be washed away
by the peaceful flow

from ambiguity is insight born.
minds, both clever and not,
all conceive many a thought.

in attempt to interpret,
ideas are set into motion,
building a creative notion.

through presence of equivocation,
wit is given liberty