My heart sings another's song.
Whole selfless faith.
An obstacle in its eyes.

Alabama flowers.
Mountains of metal.
Rumors of a wasp's nest.

Your mouth opens
and your feet trample over
past ones loved.

Your face,
bringing peace to Earth.
And to us far away.

With a wrist to shred
you remind me
there is nothing worth gaining.

So all hail the Queen that's never seen.

A picture for those darkest times.

On a pale, clean night.
Tires screech.
Waking me.

And in these mosquito filled treetops.
The light born of curiosity, destroys.
A nervous pause.
Heels swell and bones break.
A whisper over.
& the paper is valued.
Jets fight the bullet, bitng.
Finding earnings with each tumble.
A trip to observe.
Exhaustion.
Breath born.
A residue over the lens.
Cleaned in precious movements.

Love time. Heart, eyes new.
Away, words blood night. Close.  
Want walk face feel skin air.
Past future missing home hold.
Warm day death born just.
Taste look place, ask warmth.
Rest like hands torn, left life.
Fall pain change. Oh open bed.  
Walking, told happy wound.
Light little know dreams way.
Run, say wait. Hand. Hearts.  
Sweet stop waiting step cold.
Scars strange inside soul.
Flesh, forgotten drink, room.
Fear white lost teeth holding.

****, think stay true bones.  
Children. Glass window.
Moment gone. Wake held.

So there is this curve finding its path, straightening.
And its lines stay, its shape changes.
A beating of youth's innocence.
The curve shivers,
cradles this loss in rigid angles.
Doorknobs above this plane twist and turn in strange resonance.
Light removes our square from its rest,
the curves recalls & falls in its haste.
Searching for new ground.

A page turns, a movement is here.

This hole opens, chambers become themselves thrice over.

With all the locks secured & having noticed my security, a voice whispers and life becomes complete.
Fleeting words, passion tumbles from the ceiling. With epiphanies, little rooms left for my own discoveries. The life of rhythm is disrupted. A new medicine for use in moderation.
A guitar, fragile with echoes of perfection. But what is there to keep?
A sunset fades & a new line is born.
This is what we truly want.
This is freedom & the choice of options.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me & we wake.

But is there something else?

Complete & full in the moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen and my choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing in & civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for the funeral only to fall far down the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.