Fear and infractions,
Basic senses,
Subtle subtractions,
Delayed response,
Relayed reactions,
Play off the hint,
Winter hue,
Malice tint,
Hateless tasteless,
Faceless placeless,
Placed placement,
Playful payment,
Frivolous and fevered,
Tempered beliefs,
Believers,
Belay the bounty,
Beautiful and temptress trite,
Fracturing county,
Past tense recite,
Fast forward rewrite,
Rewound and respun,
Locked and lead loaded,
Geared and gunned,
Sudden and semi-accidental implosion,
Rewarming,
Sickly hex,
Weakened flex,
Internally overcasted and overtly storming,
Outwardly warning,
Slowly learning,
Forever turning,
And in turn,
Burnt and still laid burning,
Waking a ghostly turning,
Soundlessly and -ly burning,
Smokey on the peripheral,
Ethereal,
Eternally external,
Forcefully feared,
Into inferno,
Out of opinionated opressionables,
Que wide and willingly willed questionables,
Wordlessly whispers with the whim of the wind,
Beget blindness,
Begets mindless,
Begets beauty bound by which beauty begins,
Found fearfully,
Torn tearfully,
Retold beautifully,
Molded after mourning,
Mourned before morning,
Night neared,
Sadness teared,
Tearing soundly on edges,
Destruction and dutiful pirouette,
Tasted tyranny teem and endance pledge,
Irony stills,
And the air dare not forget.

did you see her last night?
she was beautiful,
magnificent and elegant
she was surrounded by diamonds
that were overcasted by her luminescence
she was the mixture of gold and gray
and i swear you will never see
anyone else rock those hues better than her
she stood idly in a sea of dark clouds
but still, she shone brightly
with the smile like that
of the yet unbroken,
she looked at me -
her eyes concealing the screaming
but hushed words
i wanted to tell her she’s beautiful
but i didn’t
i wanted to look at her
straight in the eyes that had seen my soul,
but i didn’t
i wanted to hang on to her
and feel her breathe,
but i didn’t
i wanted to hold her in my arms
and keep her there for awhile
but i didn’t
i didn’t because
he who embraces the red and the yellow
will pull us apart somehow or another
i didn’t because
i wanted to have something
that won’t fall apart and
leave as the light scintillates the nightsky
but she knew  i was struggling
to keep myself away from her
i’m still struggling
but here i stay
because i know i’ll see her again
my saving grace

Now you lay beneath my feet,
Wilted petals covering the ground
I write this ode to you,
Intangible lover,
We remain kindred spirits
Separated by the boundless sky

I remember the day,
The overcasted sky,
That phone call.
Trembling knees giving way to uncontrollable tears.
No more conversations to be had,
No more laughs to be shared.
That day you left me,
I couldn’t even say goodbye.

Those wild, untamed curls,
Oh how they’d always tickle my face
Tickling my heart.
When I was with you,
Time froze to a standstill.
Gleaming effervescence,
Scintillating demeanor,
I thank you for being you.
For helping me to smile again.

Memories of you I cherish.
The first time we met,
The first time we kissed,
The first time I cried over you,
For I miss the firsts, the seconds, the thirds,
Longing to relive those moments.
They’re all I have left,
Photographs never to suffice.

Go back to
The only known place
You were raised in
From living so long
Out beyond
Deprivation
Of homeliness sentiment
Homelessness tenement
Sleep in the sediment
Weather is inclement
Never the sun
In the sky
When you need it,
Just
Overcasted out
Reasons to leave it

I.
'I believe 'tis, me, the creative one who woke up in the early morn,
as I was waiting on that language child
in the paper skin of a fresh free verse
or even on that new up-to- date love poem to be born
as I then saw how the collection of those overcasted letters
formed some real vital words but, please, do tell me, where did they all actually go,
before I truly saw them evolving into those somehow fateful sentences
that nevertheless turned my existing ups into everything but that what one calls a minor low

II.
So, yes there I was sitting and scribing as I saw myself writing in the present sunlight
about the splendor, that’s the miracle of love,
about how that same and irreplaceable love can lie in the openmindedness of brain and heart,
or even in the sometimes slow reapprochement that cannot make togetherness ever part,
as well as I saw it in all the beautiful things we’re in fact able to confess, before the sudden birth of what we see as a death, that's maybe the end as 'tis even nothing less

III.
I guess it was then, that I had the God dictated thought that 'tis
the enigmatic smile of the mystery
that merrily runs to all practicing romantics and aspiring lovers to be
as I also had to write down how they can even in an electrifying way run to the ownmost core of love
and only love itself, in the clarity of their un-muted footsteps
that I imagined vividly as they were loudly stepping towards the rare five-star romance novel that was resting
on that packed antique book shelf

IV.
Yes, I even had to confess to this yellowed, piece of scrap paper
that 'tis in fact that same miracle of love that does tell us when the battle is over and done
as I saw how it was making way for a welcome halt at rest,
for me to sleep then over in the open arms of the loved one that my deep living love by all means does know the best

V.
Thus, I think maybe every single miracle bears a name deeply hidden
in what the Lord created as being our precious time
as well as sometimes 'tis de facto better to wait a bit than to rush
or to take that too wild jump in the wide distance that resembles the miracle of hope,
that echoes a true love, divine

VI.
And, yes then I wrote how her soft pink lips locked with that mouth of me, in a thousand luscious kisses better
than any existing, poetic exercise
or even better than a perfect rhyme, ya see,
as I do guess that new beginning
was without doubt something I had to call the end
of the poetic line, untill I saw one sow the sweet seeds
of a dozen eternities to maybe always be called the closest and literal love of mine....