how many
masks,
before I
lose myself
completely?

Born into
unsteadiness,
hands sprinkled
with tremors

inspired by a crayon,
a pencil
then a brush

Now an artist steady,
paints with a wand
to seal his
magic touch

a head full of me

filled

then dumped

now remains
empty

and behind

Maybe we can
talk about why you
choose to
shut me out,
while keeping
the door open
to strangers

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

You carry around
questions
like a ****
on your back
while the daylight
around you turns
completely black
Though, the one that has
the answers
you keep at arm's
length
the same arm you
push away with,
feeds into her
strength
Finally, to fall
from your clutches
and enjoy where
she lands
There life sits
in the palm of
her hand

I am a seed
Plant me
Water me with
wisdom

Watch me ascend

"Grab what's left of the light"
she mutters while intertwining
her fingers into his

Sweet and gentle are his eyes
lost in a vulnerable gaze

Watching him ponder
the madness of a memory
he could not make sense of

Tunneling blackness, no words,
deep thought

Waving the moths away....

Wake me
when I'm
successful

For now,
let hunger
sleep

If I was a leaf surrounded
by love
and everyone I loved
was leafing
I would hold on
tightly to the dream
of reconnecting one day,
and never stop
beleafing

She
sits upon the sunrise....
Blaze,
filters through her hair...
Her
woolen hat and smile,
warm the city's air

He
sits upon a setting sun
his
fingers glow with pride
as he
draws his sunrise princess
closer
to spend the evening
by his side

Your soul
is a bookmark
just open
to the page
Forever,
True Love
no matter
our age..

Waking eyes
rise and shine
set sights that soar
beyond
ceiling skies

No limit
to the infinite
brand new day

Packed up a
broken heart
and weighted
down mind
moving forward
leaving the past
behind
traveling westward by
day
dumping all the
BLUES
along the way

Upon arrival
dancing feet smile
as they, soleful and joyously
make contact
with the new Earth

I am
no longer
equipped
to
run around
for you

Hold on a minute
while
I
Write this

"STOP!"
I'd yell to the
ice cream man
while running out of breath
just to buy a 🍭🍬
candy band to stretch
around my neck
A clavicle mixed in
lickable spit of
oranges, yellows,
and blues
all the sugar a neighborhood
smart mouth
could possibly ever chew.

missing all the very sweet moments

Bring me back
festive park
to carnival o'clock
centrifugal smiles
childhood faces
hot dogs
licorice laces
  dancing lights
evening air

Bring me back
where
roller coasters
have nothing to do
with being emotional

Bring me back

Falling off
she leaves,
leaves her tree
breaking free
of her majestic mentor
Falling over time,
leaving what she has
learned of truth
behind
Carried upon a
cradle in a breeze,
Tossing about in
crisp, edgy, crimson,
swaying, whirling, dancing
look at me, love me

SHE
hurts
so,
she
hurts

Intelligent
crooked
distant
kind and
generous
steady decline
of a
casual degenerate

LOVE
is an
essential
nutrient,
part of a
daily diet
Without it,
there comes
great
imbalance

How come this isn't
listed on the cereal boxes?

How do we put an
END,
to this undesirable,
viral
trend?

A chamber of trees
conduct a symphony of leaves
Bows framing branches
Sway a tune, timid breeze

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

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

Deep soul,
I wish to swim
in your wisdom,
Press upon the warmth
of your gentle smile
with my needy lips
Dance upon your
light heart
to feel joy
Slip and fall into
your comforting arms,
never to feel contempt
for any human again
Teach me lover,
how to be secure in your
kindness

Folding time
at the
Laundromat
becomes costly when
washing away the blues
then,
drying the tears

In the fine lines
of her face
wisdom now fills
the space
on the flat surface
of doubt
where once upon,
began a lifetime

I swim in
dreams
of
Maldives

turquoise, blue
tranquil trance

stingray's sea bed
belly dance

Time in squares

cut heavy charged air

into a million

dressed up pixels

Hypnotized,

beneath the high rise

dropping stories of

skyscraper static

strolling

city's delight