My soul has lift off,
the slow tempo of
my breath suddenly
boundless

My drums perforate
surrounded by a
universal register of
beats and measures
rolled into a mysterious,
melodic constellation

Dashing across the board
my fingers feverishly frisk
for the keys
of
Mozart, Prokofiev,
Rachmaninoff

With hammers and strings
I scale the sounds
of perfection
while properly perched
in front of
Grandma's Pianola
pretending to be
composed

Amber Moon, so full
please be still,
do not continue to rise
for the strength of your pull
will command the tears
to break free from the
lonely corners of my eyes

Amber Moon,
stay where you are
don't let our distance
make me reach too far,
While getting sleepy
on the sand,
the eve lays you to rest
upon the palm of my hand

Amber Moon,
the sweet harvest
that feeds my soul
the mystery of
your orange glow
never grows old

In the quiet
hum
beyond the
sky of her
mind
like droplets
of rain
fall stories
and
rhymes

Nobody wanted to see
me,
become me

So I became what they
wanted me to be

Then, I lost myself
completely....

Now,
there is no one

Happy?

Just moments
after wishing
upon a star,
there you were
falling into
my arms

Grounded
generous tree
how your sweeping
spirited branches
never fail
to uplift me

As high as one can climb
just before the first trickle
of a nose bleed
stealing what oxygen
is left for others
within the circulating
frost of thin air

How deep the freeze
of
narcissism
can evacuate one's
soul

When life gets
so incredibly
lonely on the inside,
step outside...
In awe, there is no
loneliness
only the steady pulse
of nature's applause

Ruminate on positive vibrations...
Negate the negative

Ruminate on positive vibrations..
Negate the negative

repulsed
by the sound
of repeated
negativity,
her ears begin
to bleed

Wake me
when I'm
successful

For now,
let hunger
sleep

A puddle once
I cried, as I lost
you to goodbye
but a lake it later
turned, while
awaiting
your return

Foolish
tap, tap
of the keys

he spends
away his
anxieties

her resilience,
an ever changing
pattern of velvet
green pastures
for the eyes
to feast

In the end, I lost the game

Playing
by his rules
I cheated myself

Decomposing
in the dirt
I mingle with
underground,
come nightfall
in all the silence
my needy hand
wriggles up
from the cold earth
in search of
warmth

Took out the
trash today...
With it,
went a
B I G
waste of time

Anxiety, depression, anger
all encompassing
may turn away
a helping hand
The mobilization,
a good thrashing
an army of
L O V E
the many gentle hands
to soothe and infiltrate
the stubborn
exterior

Free the territory

My tears
stomp
as loud
as my
feet
enduring
the
growing pains
of
movement

Wet snow
chilly bones
hot chocolate
with
marshmallows

Folding,
once again
into that
sullen, secure
dimension

Confines
between
licked and
white wall
detention

Sealed,
filed away

Oh, the dead ends
they'll explore
together

The envelope
and
its submissive
letter

If you are
longing

You can find
me

In the still
dance
of the
trees

Woke,
looking tired
feeling uninspired
a long day ahead
not a good cook
could decide
to hide,
chose instead to
reanimate,
defrost my consciousness
tuck my grays
under the darker strands,
the fighters
pull my hair back
really, really tight,
a ponytail
to trigger
a zygomatic smile
the beginning
of a fruitful day

I am
Thankful

Trapped in midnight
word mud madness
stuck in my head like
paint on canvas
untangling and wrestling
this vocab vine
tired, slurring sentences
like I'm drunk on wine
turn down the lights
try to get some sleep
brain won't shut off
it's in way too deep

Just let me
be
in my castle of snow!

If I am so
cold
only a hot headed
Snow Man
be invited in,
to melt my
frozen heart

Together,
making slush
out of nothing but,

Snowfall

The phone rings
for hours
as an empty
4th digit
searches for a mate
to
commit

I do
I don't
I don't know

Harmony
harmonica
sing a long
and
strum
if a string should break
open your velvet lined case
guitar goes to sleep
and together we'll
hum

your
shallow soul
folds
like linen
into my
empty pockets

This,
I can always
count on

Somewhere
on a seasonal eve,
when you've swept
me into an aging pile
of the forgotten
fall
I hope you remember
to never forget my
true colors,
one
and all

me
with a warm smile

I've
been held
captive by your
cold stare
for way too
long

It's midnight
and
I am late for
myself
I
had nothing to do
with my
absence
but,
everything to do with it
Now,
what do I
do?

You are my favorite
flashback
you are
Closing my eyes
you put me on a
rollercoaster
with so many dips
and turns
screaming,
ups and downs
freedom
oh, how I've learned
You are my favorite
flashback
you are

but,
out of my
hands

So thirsty

The
WONDER
of
words
wake
the soul

Write On
Write On
Write On

Wrap me up

address me

handle me with care

send me through channels
of touch

far away from the loneliness
that has stolen
so much

Didn't
know I was there
while I was
dropping
by

Trees
I know nothing about them
but,
they mean everything
to me
Each one
a branching group of wizards
waving their wands up to
the sky
Inviting the magic of inspiration

Wrapped
in rolls of
scar tissue
the memory
can no longer
absorb
the truth

My home is the ocean with my
Captain of Love
set sail every eve, cruise the stars
up above
To heaven and beyond the sandy beaches we roam
Romantic sea, rescue me
bring me back
home

a head full of me

filled

then dumped

now remains
empty

and behind