And let it flow
as the current streams from your lips
as your words paint the magnificent
your words branch into the images I see
The images I see infect my dreams
lingering into daydreams of places I wish to see
mountain top huts to drink tea
because the passion I feel to see and be
stems from the singular thought
that poured into a picture
and when I reached to grasp
I needed to be part of my steady wanderous day dream
Like an addict I feign for the sights I haven't yet seen
flowing heavily like the spring stream
exhilarating the  sense of exploration

Bored
I was so bored
so I floored
the horrid board
I was so bored
So I called upon the lord
who with drew his sword
And gored me to the ends of the world
I was so bored

i've been living off cities
crossing busy streets
traces of neon lights
diminished and reborn
every single night

i've been yearning
off the pavements
of unnamed streets
the ghost towns
the unknown frowns upon me

an anonymous excitement
wanderous
magnificent
and persistent.

the whispers
of the calamity
and calmness
before the storm
worries
and
excites me

the constant
awareness
of dangers lurking
makes me hold you
your hand
tighter around my fingers

my mind spoke of nothing
but to fear
to protect
and to be brave
all at the same
second of it all

I wear spectacles,
as my vision is broken.
I ride the wanderous trails,
until I am out of tokens.
Each cell of my body excites,
as my senses are tickled.
Life's majestic frights and delights,
of magical visuals and sounds of purity.
As I lay of the bed of decay,
I see the trees their skin and long limbs,
as they stretch and protect the creatures that frolic and play.

that’s a wild animal.
He doesn’t care that you think it’s cute.

Don’t touch him.
He is on fire in hot
                                                  pursuit
of suitor, taming
of the tamer
of cold sharp breaths
of air
of the polluter’s diluted self, aware


And, so, where are you when I am scared
or (alone)
((skeletal))
(((in need of repair)))?

lacking in tenderness while half-listening—doe-eyed—wanderous—confidently—
“Despair is a feral thing”
You set it

to the choral whispers of rotting,
on a golden-forest bedful of debris.

Hope anew,
theres hope for you.

Hope alive
There's hope to survive.

April my love,
my sweetest joy
my fervent prayer,
my mystery angel.

The falling petals from the dogwoods
fill the air with a pungent and wanderous odor,
the stars are particularly bright,
the lovely breeze
hints of a lovely spring.

And all I can think about
Is you wearing that green dress
your evening best,
you're enchanting, darling.

Mesmerizing in the April breeze.
You're enchanting, and I'm wonderfully lost
Perfectly lost in this April spring
This wondrous thing, this April spring.

April, my dear
My sweetest gift
let no sorrow,
no stormy rift
ever come between us.

April, my love
midnight enchantment
early morning magic
Sing me to sleep and lull me with your songs.