A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.

with my back to the bench
sew my eyes to sky, its calm and its clean.
It reflects everything that I'm trying to be.
but I still can see the tops of the walls
that make a prisoner out me.
and I feel like a bird stuck in a cage
that's forced to witness nothing but the bars
so I sing and I sing hoping to be freed
But I'm afraid someones lost the keys

Beauty's not the rose,
nor is it the red,
Beauty is the dew drop
that kisses it's sweet head.

Beauty's not the maiden,
or the knight in shining armor,
Beauty is the love
the two together harbor.  

Beauty's not a thing,
Beauty's not an it,
Beauty's not a seraph,
because Beauty simply is.

Royally flushed;

chips spent cheap

wasted bets,

too sour champagne

Gambling with your heart

a last resort at best,

Never thought

I'd lose this fabulous

game of life,

of Russian Roulette.

words spin, they say we

only get to draw 21

chances to either

fold or win.

Take that heart

to texas and hold'em

tight.

High stakes to play;

no end in sight.

I'm sorry this life is

a casino,

and you without

love to bet.

Two weeks, a whirlwind.
Grasping hands and locking lips,
love sneaks in.
Why do I never see this coming?
Perhaps it's never happened before, really.
Who am I to judge?

Rivers and jungles and foreign thoughts...
So far from here yet,
I have faith.
In you.
In love.
In that life will go on, either way.

And that another strong wind is coming.

I'm hidden, nothing but these scars,
These sheltered lives, in sheltered cars,

Speed to sheltered homes and then,
Speed to sheltered work again,

And speed right past this homeless man,
This human litter, crushed tin can,

This empty packet of a life,
What are my troubles, or my strife?

Keep living sheltered lives and then,
Have sheltered kids and start again.

And stop us shadows leaking through,
To sheltered lives, from scaring you,

From opening up these barcode eyes,
What is your life without it's lies?