The love that you had for me
was so bright and magical that
I thought it would last forever,
my favorite midnight poetry
sifting inside my soul, every
last detail brightening the fire
inside my eyes, as I’d gaze outside
at the beating rhythm of trees and
leaves in sync with the romantic
breeze, pure enchantment rising
in sensual climaxes.  But the love
that you had for me drifted away
in the nighttime skyline.  And I tried
to cling to every vanishing invention,
trembling hands seeking sensation
upon your kingdom, shadowed cheeks
pressed up against soft surfaces,
embracing the serenity that your flame
used to bring to my frame.  But I know
that you are too far gone across the
waves of a million oceans.

I remember when our bodies
were as one, two souls igniting
flames in the midnight horizon,
suntanned skin a wave of a
thousand passions burning inside
the heart, sweet thrilling lips a vivid
moon of golden bliss shining in sight,
hazel eyes traveling across various
dimensions and seas, melodic moments
seeping in the mind until the test of time,
a heavenly halo of harmonic beats, so
brilliant and beautiful, a poet’s paradise
blossoming in timeless escapes.

Last night I stood outside
in the falling rain, darkened
brown eyes beyond
half-remembered rivers,
ragged crushed cheeks crawling
inside ghostly gutters, jagged
jawline, slammed and dying,
a split derivative sinking
inside wretched infinities,
chaotic chemistry, breathless
addictions, crammed paradise,
frigid and rigid, a silent
heartbeat becoming air and dust.

As I listened to the sound waves
echoing inside my ears, snapped
rhythms, high pitched frequencies,
deep and intense, a shifting sensation
beyond the skin, vibrating depths
intensifying in meaningless dimensions,
my soul was detached, displaced,
an abstract reality sifting in sunken
dungeons.  My existence was living
without reason, faded bridges over bone,
shadowed walls beneath time, each
smudged beginning becoming brick
and hard splintering surfaces.

I stared across the sluggish sidewalks
at the rising sun humming sad tunes
in late December, hovering in a
sea of swollen space, shallow
and surfacing.  I looked at the
falling leaves from trees, how
their hazy surface crumbled
in endless edges, sunbaked
and soundless, scattering in
scorched yellowing grass.  

There was a mixed feeling
inside my heart as I gazed
at the slow-moving vehicles
driving by.  I could see the
whirling smoke seeping in
the air from their swelling
engines, loud vibrating rhythms
raining in reverberating syllables.
I turned around and saw a young
gentleman walking into a shopping
center, his stone blue eyes a drifting
reflection of what I was carrying inside.

I could see behind that serene smile a
broken shell filled with emptiness and
speechless mechanics.  His somber
shirt and stained blue jeans was a
mere depiction of small silent roses
sinking beyond hope.  I thought to
myself – I know the pain that you
are harboring inside.  I know the secret
that you cannot hide.  And as I saw
his shadow fade away, I could feel the
strong diction drumbeating my existence.  
The collapsing cheeks.  The stripped
muscles breaking into smudged songs.  
I listened to the fold and unfold in my arms,
how its shuffling sound froze in midair,
how my scratchy ankles settled in
unspoken angles, an abandoned geometry
trapped in razor ***** equations.

I stood still in my driver seat as I
sipped on my ice-cold coffee, allowing
it's conflicted contents to sift inside
my veins, let it arrive at a moment
in time when I could feel the beats rise,
the hypnotic blaze igniting a wave
of mazes across my chest.  I was existing
beyond endless worlds.  I could breathe
in the melodic notes without hesitation.
I could hear the falling rain drizzle
outside my home, all high rising and
harmonious, a sparkling soul lost in
the sweet escape.

But as I continued drinking my coffee,
I could see the crimson flames intensifying,
stabbed seagulls floating in silence, vanishing
bluebirds gone in broken down realities,
all sunken deep and lowering.  Everything
was unstable.  The quivering beats.  The circle
of damaging labyrinths.   The shattered rain
yellowing my existence.  The whispering
wind reminding me that the pain will never
fade away.  

And at those words, I saw the same young
man scurrying out of the store towards
his vehicle, earthbound frame unfamiliar
and steady changing, hard heart-shaped
cheeks muted and unmoving, a burning
scar just like mine, split and swollen.

My heart is bleeding thorns under
the darkened moon, drunken red
and dead, sunburnt vines twisted
and thickened, a sharp pain beyond
rotten flesh, crashed and shattered,
a smothering pollution of hard
cracking bones.  I listened to the
heavy rain beating against
my windowpane, cold drumming
sounds rising in crazed nouns
and pronouns, crimson similes
and metaphors far from the
world of poetry.  And as I stared
outside at the midnight sky,
trembling trees torn apart by
screeching seas, scarlet leaves
sifting in long broken sighs,
my blurry eyes were traveling in
a million thoughts of drifting roses.
I struggled to the kitchen and swallowed  
a shot of *****, damaging depictions
of disgrace settling inside my veins,
swelling anger and threatening
backgrounds, teary-eyed beats beneath
unwanted feet, as memories of you sunk
inside my soul.  Why did I think it would
be easy to walk away from your love?
The emerald beauty and brilliant
green eyes.  Strong soft shoulders
and vibrant skin. The source of
attraction was intensifying inside
of me, all the sweet things I thought
I had in the palm of my hand.  
But as I stood still and gazed at the
surface of the flaming ***** bottle
facing me, I could see drowning shadows
of strength and passion, desire and creation,
all disintegrating in stormy grey waves.

Last winter I stood in the deep rocky
mountains wearing a mask of various
emotions within my existence, apocalyptic
oceans exploding without control, bitter
green trees beneath frozen leaves, bottomless
grasslands naked and dried up, as my bare
feet embraced the splintering stones and
frigid breeze.  

My heart was upon the wall of a thousand
shadows, undeveloped beats underneath
drowning tunes, an empty melody below
fallen branches, slashed skies, a whirling
blizzard depth sunken in raging rhythms.  

Across the horizon where the stained moon
hung in silence, scraped stars above solemn
dungeons, my drunken eyes were split and
cracking.  

I thought it would be simple to walk
away from your love and never look back.
But as I stand in a river of blackness, every
slowly vanishing depiction drifting away
from my bruised skin, my soul can still taste
your flaming creation, dangerous designs
seeping in rewinds, a cloud of gray smoke
rising in pain.