incessant dilemmas;
infinite
abstinent solutions;
Nonexistent

inserted into an age
of malevolent agenda
overflowing center stage
a non-sentient vendetta

in consensus that,
ignorance is venomous,
belligerent indefinite;
self-distruction now immanent
ominous the problematic incident;
consequence from beings omniscient
for insolence of the unintelligent
across anonymous continents

triangulate,
mimic the intricate
not so distant
instant of inseminate
fruition came to the human condition
maturation a simulation
innovation in creation

Though what comes after,
disaster,
devastation,
loss,
temptation,
last stop,
"Necropolis Station"

I took a walk for Sydney down the beach into the waves,
The ocean churning at my feet, icy,
White foam caressing pale toes trodden in black sand.
I imagined two hands,
Yours and mine intertwined,
The rare joy sparking in your face despite the cold.
I think about the wind whipping our hair back,
Laughter as the water soaked our pants.
I wouldn’t have minded.
For you, Sydney, I will dance in the sand, swim in the frigid ocean,
Twirl as the sun dries our clothes.
For you, Sydney, I will cast off my shoes with reckless abandon,
Forget sensory issues and the need for socks.
For you, Sydney, I will find joy in both the most beautiful and hardest of places.
You deserve only the best from me.
I took a walk for Sydney, down the beach amongst memories,
Your tears falling amongst their salty brethren.
Haven’t you heard how salt water heals old wounds?
For you, Sydney,
I will master the art of suturing the psyche,
Learn to bend time and space,
Inching the edges of the divide together,
Closing the injuries of your heart.
For you Sydney,
I walk down this beach with light feet and heavy chest.
I am yours, always have been.
For you Sydney,
I will hold hands, no autistic space bubble as I sit with you in your sadness.
I will wipe your face and hold your body against mine.
I will fight the monsters that seemed to steal the air out of the room.
I will search for meaning amongst these sounds,
Find depths in the swells and crests,
I will look for you amongst the proud rocks that jut towards the sky,
I will find you where you loved the hardest and the most,
In the beauty you forgot existed all around you.

I want to see the world
Through your eyes.
Talking to you,
Makes my heart fly
Looking at you
Feel like being born anew.
You are an angel
Is that true?
You are my heaven
To your heart I was driven.
How great this world is!
Your eyes are the opening keys.

Dark night
Deep in the bush
Two bodies melting into one
Two hearts bumping
We were speechless.
Words were meangless.
Love is our lord
No need for other word.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

You know I saw this from miles away
planted my feet determined to stay,
you’re always searching for an answer,
blatant location: Tropic of Cancer,
I try to give direction but it’s something I can’t say.

So don’t go giving up on me
I try my best to make it all easy,
but you’re determined to house this burden,
even though it’s certain I’m the person,
who’s always around even when you can’t see.

I’ve got the patience of a saint and some,
and gained belief and knowledge from
what dreams may come.

Well we’ve discussed this and more
opened the lines and opened the door.
So divided and undecided,
why try to fight it when we can’t hide it,
you can’t go showing someone truth they’re not ready for.

I’ve got the time to wait in slum,
some would say I’m playing dumb
for what dreams may come.

I’ll keep living under heavy thumb,
trying to convince myself I’m numb
to what dreams may come.

Sitting Ducky
Waiting to be shot
By Destiny

Your Eyes
Hypnotic and Soft
Infinite Expressions Flows
Sadness and Pain
Your Soul