if i didn't care
this whole thing would be easy
i'd be cool, detached, and distant
and we could so easily be coexistent

if i didn't care
trying to talk about my feelings
wouldn't leave me nauseated
and losing you wouldn't have felt like a limb being amputated

if i didn't care
i wouldn't keep trying so hard to make my heart colder
only to find myself once again crying in your arms, on your shoulder

if i didn't care
i wouldn't look at you like i still do
letting you see it in my eyes
how much i still love you

if i didn't care
this whole thing would be easy
if i didn't care
but i do

Close my eyes too tightly,
Like an
Overcautious man
Closes his new lipstick colored engine;
Kissing it twice to ensure divine safety.
Stained with love and yet it is merely a smudge;
A pool of berries off the bush,
Squished between webbings of the pale girl,
Giggling with her hair coiled tight in
Golden vines of eternity.
It is no sign of love,
Or depiction of passion,
But a shell to wash away with the tides that
Fly under the wings of the eagle,
A force coexistent with the wind,
Moving the sailboat
To the new world;
Round and not flat,
Unlike the amber horizon in its persuasive lie.
Yet in the old man’s alternate state of time,
Eyes veil themselves behind vibrant, intoxicating hues;
The illusion.
Through the charcoal and ash of painted blinds,
Stinging venom engulfs like the rip tide.
Which does pull me under to the inevitable death.
Can my anchored legs find the magic to
Escape the sadistic scorpion within my skull?
Or,
Should the emptying of sorrow in each elongated breath,
Explain perfectly,
In an eloquent dance of fairies and dust,
That an eye, at times,
Simply should not see.

Where do good ideas come from?
They shrivel away from the hypnotizing light of a virtual socialite
They grow toward the sun out above the clouds
Ever-present from birth to death,
They're the latest permutations of the same explosion that started that
Fusion core up there running
Running without stopping for a billion years
Fueling the experiments of life that consciousness spontaneously manifested
Across the planets
Each a test of a different vibrational frequency
Incompatible with one another but coexistent
Mercury's barren silver mines
And the Venusian valleys
And the regal red sands of Mars
And Jupiter's infinite wisdom and so forth to the edge of the Oort Cloud
And the green and blue ecology of earth, the waterworld
Where the entire drama we've seen so far has been carried out
The audience has grown in appetite
And doesn't always see that it too is the performance
But the unwilling blindness is all part of the sublime suspense of this subcosmic game
The planetary curiosity,
Can we make it? Would it matter?
We'll never truly die when we forget time

From the eager age of three, my mother taught me not to draw on myself, or I would get ink poisoning. Every time ink touched me, I'd wash it away with a warm cloth and some lingering worry. You wrote our initials on my ankle in deep blue pen, and I kept my left leg out of the bath for a week.
At the spritely age of eight, my mother made me promise never to talk to strangers. I kept my head down and my walls built high and I never said a peep to a stranger wrapped in shadow.
The first day I met you, I lay all my secrets down on that warm summer concrete and watched while you picked through them. (You didn't mind.)
Twelve years old, with a crooked, hopeful smile and my mother sat me down to talk about drugs. Those crazy, tempting things that will take away all your inhibitions and make you forget the very lessons that formed who you are. More addictive than anything you've ever had. They'll make you feel higher than the empire state building; without them, you'll go through a withdrawl worse than anything. A coexistent dependancy that will take over yourself. She reeled off a listen of words; Esctasy, LSD, ******, Crack. Somehow, she forgot to mention your name.

Enemies of old, Empires of Gold, now dust
Our selves: always righteous, angry but just,
Despite Battle cries, cold wars becoming obsolete,
Enemies of old, now in Hell fire's slow shallow heat,

Measures taken before any action,
Disguised dark angels are no distraction,
Nor they change, nor back pedals, no retraction,
Stealing our light, Our Glory to dust, they're only attraction,

Shadow stalkers Shadow Walker,
Shadowy worships, the world becoming darker,
In the moments we live, do we live or even exist?
What knowledge, what lessons of past have we ever missed.

All in bliss, A war of times old,
Both Primordial light, dark never fold,
Truly all evolves, if persistent,
Both light and dark, dancing, apart or coexistent?

Emotions, sensations, deep and subtle,
Through Slow movement, the faster we scuttle,
Both evil and fear, when dark moments near,
Feelings, mechanisms, both light and dark become clear.

Presence a must, in self: Trust,
Demons of old, even empires of gold, all now turn to dust.

As the maiden sinks down and down
A few more seconds, and she will drown
What a coincidence, for at this instant
The prince is there, coexistent

As he watches the beautiful maiden fall
His father’s rules he can’t recall
He swims over and quickly saves
The maiden who fell beneath the waves

The prince brings her over to the sands
And crawls up upon the human lands
Quietly he sings his sorrowful songs
And goes back to the water where he belongs

The witch watches with spiteful delight
As the maiden blinks in the incoming light
The maiden knows not of the prince appearing
Only the voice she remembers hearing

The prince swims back to his palace home
Coated with seashells and draped with foam
His father would never approve, he thought
So him leaving was not for naught

How he hates his responsibilities
No point dwelling on impossibilities
Or on the maiden he’s forbidden to see
How he just wishes to be free