The day we met,
the gods set a bet.
We would destroy each other,
first of all we would love one another,
then hope we never met.

The touch of a stranger so familiar,
in the dead of winter,
the warmth of our bodies intertwined,
both blind.
Funny how we play tricks on the mind.

The outcome already known,
and to cover the gamble they made a loan,
two souls destined to cross,
when it was all over it was a loss.
A deprivation of satisfaction and uncertainty of the future.

nope, sorry.

not,
AMERICA FIRST.

*humanity first.

As I lay me
down to sleep,
I dream of you
in places deep.
I heard your voice
through a hidden door,
but you are worlds beyond
my physical form.
I wonder,
is this just a dream?
Or another world
where I will someday be?
A place where time
does not exist,
a world with
eternal bliss.

There was an old world
that turned on it's head,

and turned out it’s pockets
and shook out the dead,

and shook off the living
and all of their stuff

til' all there was left
it considered enough,

and all there was left
was a world upsidedown,

and wind and whatever
had roots in the ground,

and fish with a warning
to stay where they be,

down under the waves
of the shookabout sea.

All I see is up
The pink flower stretches to forever at the sky
I stare wishing to be among the clouds
Its anterior filters the sun’s warmth upon my soft arms
I sit upon the dark, sodden, summer earth
I am all to myself. Alone.
At home under their stems
So benign am I encased by the pink flower

The pink flower trembles under slight hand of a summer breeze
Honeyed are its petals,
But dangerous is its center
Pricking my delicate fingers
If I am not careful
Yet I watch a dragonfly land on it with grace           
Fragile insect legs grip tightly at the miniature pointed peaks

Wind caresses wisps of hair around my petite face
I am like a fairy
Not knowing the wonders of the world
Only the kingdom of the pink flower
Moisture sweetens the air
Drenching it with the breath of nature
Almost as if a mother is breathing comfort into my small body