I want to live inside the glorious
memories of our adventurous lives,
the ocean blue poetry breezing up
against our bronze skin, midnight
waves over the star-studded moon,
shimmering stars rising in brilliant
shapes.  I want to reach out and sink
inside the pleasurable times, the
midday walks across the pond
staring at the scintillating seagulls,
gleaming bright wings draped in
perfection, to marvel at such
astonishing attractions, a masterpiece
of light and thought.  And as we
travel around the world, azure
eyes full of surprise and emotion,
a flowering frame, soft flesh
above romance, I’ll never let go
of your love.

Whenever you're close to me,
I can feel the vibrating oceans
whirling so sweetly around
my soul, the gentle winds
moving in upbeat motions,
soft and beautiful lilacs
and roses blossoming the
brilliant landscape,
as my marine eyes explore
every magnificent surface
of your glorious nature.
I never want to escape
from your deep waves.
I want to embrace your
sublime rhythm, gliding
beats over late-night vibes
and smoking blunts,
breathing in every harmony,
feeling the hairs on our flesh
rise in satisfaction.

It was New Year's Eve and I was sitting outside
of the coffee shop at a table with my girlfriend.
The cool breeze swayed across the landscape,
thin trees stood in silence observing the scene,
while the sunset turned down its shimmer.  
I sprinkled a dash of cinnamon into my coffee
and stirred it to a satisfying taste.  

As I sipped on it, letting its delightful aroma
seep inside my soul and brighten my glow,
I stared at the blank expression on my love's
face.  There was a deep mystery in her dark
eyes, a dull light empty and dried.  I tried to
cheer her up, but she was still gazing around
in silence.  She pulled out her lighter from
her purse and a pack of cigarettes, then lit
one up and blazed a puff in the damp air.

And as she watched the color of the sky
fade into purple shadows, she turned her
attention back to me.  I could see in her
hazy frame that the worst was coming
from within her mouth.  I smiled and
attempted to keep my composure.

She told me that I wasn't doing enough
to please her anymore.  She needed a
real man and someone that could take
her into the light, to make her feel the
beats rise in the horizon and shine, to
give her the love that she needed
throughout the seasons.  I tried to stay
cool, but my heart was losing its breath.
The small glimmer of stoplights was
flashing in my direction, heavy traffic
was cruising down the highways,
each vibrating motion pounding inside
my ears, as I inhaled her chalky words.

Everything had changed.  My chiseled
flesh was beneath time, a dying cloud
falling into sunken seas.  As she
stood up from the table and waved
goodbye, I knew that she was never
going to return back into my world.
Everything that I ever wanted was
gone.  The woman that I loved,
my sweet jasmine, had opened
her wings and soared away
across the mountains.

12 a.m., my mind is shifting in the shadows
beyond thought and loneliness, closed chambers,
salty stained worlds broken and quivering.
I want to understand the rhythm of waves,
how when they oscillate across the surface
of my soul, there is no meaning, no depth,
no way to unveil its harmonic motion.

I have come to the mountains to win back
the love that I lost many years ago, to embrace
the times we walked down the beach holding
hands, the gleaming sun shining its bright rays
upon the sea, emerald waves gliding on brilliant
beats, to listen to the breeze and feel the serenity
that seeped inside our souls.  I want it back.  

The blossoming flowers that sparked dazzling designs
inside our minds.  The bluebirds that sung sweet
harmonies across the skyline close to the surface of
our existence.  I want to feel the beating rhythm
of trees sway inside our mazes, ruffled leaves falling
so gently upon our suntanned skin.

There was a vivid vibrance inside our hearts that lit
up the nation, a powerful presence, bold and brilliant,
glowing in golden radiance.  The love that we made
awakened the moon and stars, the celestial galaxies
hovering in space.

Now as I stand deep in the mountains staring at the
river facing me, trembling feet stuck in deadened
songs, high cracking sounds staining in the air,
I can only hope that my love will welcome me
back in his arms, the way we used to cuddle
and laugh over a glass of chardonnay and slow jams.

It was the day before Thanksgiving
and we stood outside across the street
from my home.  The sun was shining
in the distance and the deep solid
clouds were frozen in silence.  I
lit my cigarette with a lighter
and tried to breathe in the words
that were running out of your mouth.

You were tired of being with me.
The love that we had was running
it's course.  You were losing your
balance and creativity.  I paused
with each breathless beat, letting
the diction rise in the shadows
and fall upon my chest, letting
its existence settle inside
my veins, as I flicked the
embers on the gray pavement.

My soul was fading yellow with
scarred and stretched surfaces,
aching brushstrokes beginning
with no meaning, while I shook
my head and turned away towards
the silent trees.  A part of me wanted
it back, the tender love that we used
to share over midnight poetry, the
******* we used to do over
R. Kelly's song, Bump and Grind.

But I knew that we were too far
gone across the distant seas.  
And as you kissed me on my cheeks
one last time, I knew I would never
see you again.  I watched you walk
away in the distance, a smoky love
diminishing in the ashes.

Years from now when we look back on
the past, we will remember the struggles
that we faced, the various obstacles that tried
to come between the love that we had.  
the late-night gambling at the casino that almost
cost us our home.  The drinking addiction that had
you passed out on the floor, liquor stained shirts
and pants covering your body.  And as I stood by the
screen door staring at your dizzy depiction, Half blazed
eyes crimson red and crashing, crippled veins traveling
in broken bridges, my heart was falling apart.  
I thought the love between us was coming to an end.  
And as I dragged your motionless body to the bed,
I could feel every part of me breaking on the inside.
I closed the curtains beside the glass window and
watched as you tossed and turned throughout the night.
I didn’t know what was to come or how we would
make it through another day.  But I kept the faith and
prayed that sweet old prayer to the almighty God.
I knew in my heart that he was the only one that could
turn your life around.  Now, as I stand here beside
you in the rocking chair gazing at the beautiful sky,
the shimmering sun shining in excellence, dazzling,
white clouds flowing above, I thank God for what
he has done for me.