I saw her beauty by the pool
As wind caressed her cheek

The frawns of a willow tree
Shrouded her mystery

She listened quite intently
To the weeping of the tree

It was almost like it spoke to her
Through softly rustling leaves

Such beauty lay beside the pool
With evening in her hair

I wish i'd known how sad she was
to pass with the autumn air

Now she only lives in dreams
*And will always be there

I’m drowning into thoughts of my imagination
lost within a sea of roaring waves all around
filled with swimming memories shaded gray
each screaming to be heard, but not emitting sound.


My eyes hone in on secrets when words play a wrong tune.
They narrow just a sliver into the depths of what is true.
The sand grinds hands and knees as I push myself up
Though I have not been here, this place I already somehow knew.


The palm trees sway swiftly in a breeze of blue,
the frawns whipping wrestlessly, whispering to hurry.
But I have no fear now, these thoughts can not consume me
my balance has become steady now, therefore I have no worry.

Though I may
Though I  might
There are so many other things
That I wish on this night
The tide stores splices of onerous flesh...
stashing them out
And bringing them smoothly inside-
the rucks of darkness encloses
Tall frawns taller skirting vines
of turbulent giant bladder kelp
Survival should do one more...
then plenty is each species of human that cares
Grime sedentary shimmied hurriedly amongst hidden foul dusts
Plots spoken wed cloths
damask silken treading
  lightly weeds where they don't belong
As we catch up to the cries
Senses to  fulfill seniority demure paucity
oh they  rinse and ringtones wash the dreams back out
Craft sols dented pride it's sinister
always  aiming hollow
    shat the one toothed grin
I could not be I if killed certainly jeering
at stimulant cartwheel punches
the crap lit doing wrong
  yet by being studied each wave it repeats
   a logarithm of ultimate denial
    a surface squalor assuring currents champion
Wash away polyhedron pith
the face of pestilence
Personifications attempted
Douse the material frost with fire
  from the grand stares glancing at you
Whose to realize the first and last valiant voyage
is tiding as of driest concerned philanthropically beholden logics