In a universe of sunsets
we linger on the fading
of luminosity not realizing.

Nothing sets, we just move
from the view of another...

Our tears evaporating in to
metaphors, voices of emotion
speaking silently as tears smudge
lingering meanings.

Are these the words of love or of
emotions fleeting like summer showers.

We are silhouettes dancing upon
the remainders of what lingered.
Coffins of hearts buried within us.
a eulogy of what was and past.

From ashes does a single flower grow,
reborn are petals not as before.

We gaze in opposite directions,
wondering if the other looks behind.

I stand there my palms waiting,
will we hold on to another, or forever let go.

and there i was.
all of 3 and a half,
draped in hopping silhouettes;
neck deep in swaying hips
and blaring tunes
tied to kick drums.
dramatic rim taps
and wingtips cluttered
cross the wooden floor.
surrounded by tall men with
tall women whose heels
unforgivingly grazed
the groaning floor boards.
their gowns thick
as kitchen curtains
that seemed to flutter
like butterflies in hurricanes.

i heard the summer whisper;
her hums sweetly floating
through grand windows
tall as ten of me;
tasting the rhythm
with her tongue,
she blew a cool sigh;
flooding the steaming stew
of old souls with young bones.
sunk real deep between
4 counts and hi hats
to twirl her way
into their step;
a type of swing
'cept it had a bounce to it
like steeple chasers.
those ladies with copper faces
and stone seasoned roots
with joints as old as time
played tag with the down beat.
those daddys dodging
in their tailoreds
like taxis in traffic;
toxic with a plague of ghouls
like the Count, King Cole
and Billie, Fitzgerald, Gillespie.

Then,
just as the summer silenced her hiss,
just as the sun
dug its heels into the dirt,
making its last ditch efforts
to remain present,
dusk untied its bows;
unwrapping a gift like glory.
and we were bathed in glory
that laughed like lovers
and kissed like dogs.
it drenched us in sloppy showers
glistening gold like sweat.
yet still,
we emerged refreshed.
so as the night
began its usual
chocking down of day
and good afternoons
cacooned into goodevenings,
i stood there;

all of 3 years old.
surrounded by silhouttes
that could only belong
to old souls with young bones
who belittled big bands
with their own vibrations;
those copper ladies
and skyscraper sized fathers
in tailored suits
who two stepped
to both sunsets and groove
grew into shadows.
and i stood in the midst of
those dimmed stars;
stamina riddled.
knowing that as
a summer day died,
a summer night
had only just begun.

Glistening sea ****, eye contact - infinite intensity
Filling the gap in between our fingers, stuck in millenial concordants
Taking photos on your polaroid of ravens and maple leaves
and black and white silhouttes of you.
Not, Clicheing//Different Socks on each foot
Watering Daisies on the pavement where we brushed past each other
Criss crossing parallel rail lines paved across the universe
Lost Stars.
Biting our lips to the blistering cold weather,
gloved* hands stitched together.
Me loving you,
You loving me,
in *naturale.
as of now, as of forever.
I'm the ragged, plain white canvas and
you're the most supercalifragilisticexpialidocious painting.

Dark Silhouttes are filled with billions of stories to tell about the righteous
A tragedy that truth had to die in the first century; buried by false statements that carry no debates
Still we search for something to believe in
Only to fatten ourselves with excess demons
Righteous men learn by themselves but in this generation the righteous men are the wolves
And they taught me that Jesus is lord, that Jesus is king of kings and that he will save us all
But deep down I know
THAT JESUS WAS NOTHING BUT A SCARECROW
for that remark, they will all mark me as a demned sinful human,
Only last week did i see-: mocking birds in the sky hymning a melody to the forsaken men who among themselves joined the wolves
"I am the sheep that the wolves will never eat" I said
And then christmas finally came and darkness crept in the room that I lay
As i was awaiting the Death of Death and the birth of Eternity
I am sorry, but the darkness was too much for me to handle when christmas came, Lest! a Mystery a werewolf I became!

Shedding tears and laughing in her memories is a movie watched on loop by me.

Story of granny about the deceased shining as a star is the force driving me into asking all stars the reason for her deviation from the path of her promise of never leaving me alone.

Silences are her replies if she really exists in any of the stars.
Silhouttes of dark circles under my eyes is the waiting for her reply.

Her betrayal is a fire and I'm its victim.

evil wine speak
you look so pretty in every color
god you're so old
and i so young

empty bottle basement
child's home, fate
is tiny hands

bodies blend
to time and
silhouttes

let me lead you home

I (August)

By way of magic theaters
& Volumes of intellectual glitter
& Tragedy in the form of escalator dramas
Replaced with alcoholism and the tile floor in need of cleaning

Bulbs green and vibrant
In accompaniment of nearby mechanical ships/
I'm too spoken and the traffic has been melting against itself for the last three weeks

Doorhandles left empty of the
Torch of lost odors
& Bouquet smiles
& Petrichor thru the window facing the street
A shouting sort
And 25 cents in my back pocket

The dream I had yesterday of Bank Robbery
Solipsism

Also sexuality revealed as
The Camel's endurance
For kind people

Everyone around me in the bookshop starts vocalizing my internal scatterings
& The whole thing becomes surreal
Corso waves as I walk by
I'm afraid if what might happen on acknowledging it

Lamppost summoned and
Violent
Carpet is stained with the footsteps of people you don't want around anymore

Your gigantic ego had a hard time fitting thru the doorframe on exit


II (September)

A woman is reading a japanese book on
Windmills
Cradled by a sweater the tone of
Sunsets

The hour has devolved into silhouttes

An internal voice peaceully sings its way higher into the skull to be remembered/
The melody of September

On the verge of permanence at all times
& feeling it now!

You will never be this shy around
Orchards again,
Once the Hotels quiet down &
Autumn laurel replaces the crow of
Current conciousness

Ur journal is a series of wet shapes
Lucidly mixed with Candlewax air

Have fun transcribing Burmese papers
Or attempting Monkhood in Vermont!

III

It has been easy attending
All these social Funerals
And watching the Hospitals keep busy
As water is drained from countless fountains

Meanwhile a dog with a crooked lung is manufacturing a vivid sense of
Totality with the garden
Tongue out
Unaware of the Sun

Is see their ghost again
Silhouttes of past love lost
They are my floating sins

A reminder that I once wore a grin
The smile I wear now is truly paper thin
A forced happiness
Equivalent to a faked second skin

The light in my heart is set to dim
It's sizzling cinders
My future look burned, to ash it has turned
This undead feeling singed to my soul within

Do i sink or swim
Questions refuse to be answered
It's got my tail in a spin

Why can't I just live on a whim

Forget all these toxic feelings
Just pack up and run

Start a new life
Holding hands with the sun

That future seem bright

The truth is, I'm build never to give in
So I'll fight till the death
Till I have life pinned to the floor
Ready to rip of a limb
Looking into my determined eyes, no matter which ghost you throw at me
You will realize that I win.

Enter the void...let'it drip like rubees from your lips,
succulent and'rich but WITHOUT joy....for in this place of flesh and bone...
we wait to be destroyed,
a realm of cold desolate depths and catacombs of stone carved steps...leading to'an ancient cavern..they call the void,
the sands of time are running wild, and'it seems that ive misplaced my mind,
I desperately try to remain a child, I keep dreaming ill awake and be fine,
sleep away and leave behind, this world and all it's hurt,
i hear it's pain PULSE and POUND in'a tumultuous sounding BURST,
I hunger and thirst for MORE reguardless of what it is,
its not enough if its not too much, indulge in every moment you live,
counting the days that ive wandered this maze in search of something to give,
just another night inside the void...fading faces of the evening whisper gently into my ear,
im filled with fright but ive got no choice,
aging traces of me leaving LIFT to the sky and disappear,
showers of sorrow and stinging silhouttes of fear, linger here...
inside the void.

Curtains hustling in my old windows

Shadows looming in fainted silhouttes

You draw nearer as I faced south

With blankets filled with sorrow

Escalating to your calmness

Your hands enveloped me

A sudden flashforward:

What are we again?

That summer night I knew

My heart was crossing the line

For in the eyes of hypocrisy

Our intimacy was a crime

I left these vivid imageries

Of the remainders of the past

Of our convoluted label

we called …

Voiceless whispers yearning to be normal
shops staring back at you in thoughtful mood
a desperate jogger who can't be informal
in case, into his private space you intrude

distrustful of every other single person
living in dread that you're going to break the law
fearing that conditions are going to worsen
like a wave of the sea that daren't land on the shore

gusts of bygone days calmly sweep on by
while happiness was left on a razor's edge
with a booming stock market and more pie in the sky
and promises that could not renew their pledge

in bars and cafès hang painted silhouttes
a deserted High Street that was once the fast lane
seeing your hopes dashed again as another sun sets
but how long before the bridge breaks under the strain?

Do what you want to do
I wish you rested in spring's adventure
Mayflowers move across St. Louis
And Missouri has the same heat
I never change if I remember these things
At the end of the world I go away
If I don't stay and the Sun revolves
The Earth sits as the wars have their attention
We ignore our Mother and so do the followers of religion
If we knew that true love was not wrong
We would be true to ourselves
Why do I tip the balance
When I grow older and older
As the rivers carry the bold fishes
Who may live longer than they swim
How long will we **** the seas
And the rivers will never see an ocean
How long will the trees make paper
And no longer strange scented silhouttes
In the ground of beautiful Earth
That my parents taught me to appreciate
Corporations confined me to the deracination
Of thou tempests that flow through placid skies
Where arboreal forests touch
Till they can no longer set foot on Earth again