Just because you might think me mental
Doesn't mean I want to be
An experiment.
I admit it, I thought Quiet Riot was cool.
What?

Words like wasps clamor across
empty, luminant screens
Voices cast in Unicode
Feelings in Unicode screams
I close my eyes between the words
just so I can breathe
As the words start to sting
and my brain begins to swell
and the words echo
and the stings linger——
Happens ever time
Behind every letter there is a pulse
Of a stranger I will never see or know
I remind myself of the human heart
that beats behind the glow

Let these words I write,
be your cordial invite
Because I write these words for you
between heartbeats
Where our love, hopes and dreams meet.  

Let this be my eyes
Gazing into yours
Dancing to the rain drops
I'll hold you, till it all stops
If You'll hold me, while it pours

Were I Magi
I might toss
the runes
Look across the sweeping sands
and marvel at the dunes
Read the words of poets
Never seen so many moons
Feel my way through the matrix
By bending evil magic spoons
There seems to be some trouble
Coursing through the midnight air
I ask the casual passerby but they
Just look and stare
And if I stare right back at them
There stare becomes a glare
So I look across the sweeping sands
and marvel at the dunes
open up my velvet bag and again, I toss the runes.

Poetry is romance in the mind
A conduit, to the changing  faces of truth
A careful way—to convey  
Our exaltations—
of vision and beauty
Of duality and love
Of moment and memory
Of the heavens— above
To strive with hopeful humility  
Of shaping and elevating— words  
For connection, for visibility
For just a glimpse of that perfect light
That soft brief touch—of the divine

It is not the heart
That is complex
It is the burdens
We place up on it
It's not the reflection,
the mirror reflects
It's what our eyes
see beyond it
It is not the dreams—we've broken
It is the dreams—we've shared
It's not the words — we've spoken
It's the wisdom— we've heard.

Where you might see—an owl
I see a lovely creature
With eyes the size of silver dollars
The most striking or their features
And how they survey and own the night
Always watching, never losing sight
Mirroring the moon's reflection, in their eyes.