See them ****** knuckles,
hear the evil chuckles.
We got swollen eyes
cause we're all guys.
Starting beef,
we all have chipped teeth.
Split lips,
punch and trip.

The scent of white lupine,

The mystery of open fields,

A slow poem of moonlight

Where you are

Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light
     in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day

But then it is the light that makes you remember.

a  flawless poem
if such there were,
will always be,
the next one

my poor soul,
my rag tag heart
has no censor,
so careless, reckless,
as if words were but
frivolous treasures,
easy spent, easy get

if only, how I wish I
could harvest my best,
with golden cutlery excise
the single flawless poem,
that I know in my possess

lay down this hand so weary
from cupping tears,
be satisfied at long last,
so much so,
that my casket lowered,
hands in repose companioned,
clutching his best, easing his rest,
a paper record to join his ash,
his flawless poem,
at long last

We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.

you know there's no reserves//
don't wait for the day I leave//
expect the seasons to come, i'll follow the days to our death//
freedom comes from simple reasoning//
the birds will sing to the harmony of life//
ensembles will play to the love that generates from the electromagnetic waves//
can't waste today, for the now isn't patient, it is attended whether you are here or not//
why wouldn't i be here for my own life?//
down some reason, understanding mental functions to live beyond unconscious actions//
don't worry about your thoughts that conceive inner suffering//
it's easy when you learn the controls, experience doesn't happen overnight//

The world will get hazy,
your lids soon lazy.
Small doses of me will do that.
Velvety soft texture I have,
cut with a knife I can.
As chill as a killer in a crowd,
but in seconds I will corrode.
As crumbly as a cookie,
the silver-white color of snow.
The medal for highest heat capacity
was unto me bestowed.
Pop the pill,
swallow it down.
No more smiles,
no more frowns.
Black gives way to white.
Now what I see is right.

How incredible
is the heart's alchemy
when, once broken,
it dares to feel again

Every beat is a kind of magic

Performed under love's spell