as a single, silver hair falls from your head
your twisted foot is stepping towards death
in the golden morning glow, you’re drunk with sound
listening to the cretins singing all around
stumbling between the sunlight beams
you’ll be feasting on all your words

and i can’t bring you back to your youth
but i can tell you just what to do
swim through life and be ready to die

tumbling around, just outside of society’s idea of normalcy, he walks for miles on end.
with a golden notion, he dreams of love, life and truth.
he lives these dreams and always has.
he creates love around him, by devoting himself to truth in life.

woken by a stampede of angry cattle, he laughs.
his vow to never injustice these animals is so very solid and they don’t even know it.
with a washboard on his back, he’ll scream for wonder as he wanders, and it will ring out with purity and beauty.
i will hear it and so will the people that truly love him.

adventure is on his soles and he will track it all across the nation.
a bold child of the rebirth.
he is simple, he is free.
he is ***** gold.

summer wind, aging daisies, whilst you spin tulips in a field.
always been raging gracefully, whilst i gaze upon your form.
treacherous as these waters may seem to some,
this is my life blood.  i am submersed in eros.

dizzy spin, writhing bodies, whilst you cringe in elation.
talk is thin, striving deeply for a demolition of the end.
as endless as this may seem, i know it is finite.
this is truth.  i will submerse myself in you.

my mouth spits desire
your skin’s a light and i flutter nearer and nearer
moth of sorts, i shift shapes
now a wave of love
i’ll wash you away with me

in delicacy
dances form with our tongues, our bodies sway
ever so serene, i’ll live with you, in dreams
until there is no need
i’ll wash you away from me

****, sad, somber
exciting and cold
i’ve yet to find white hot

she loves me and i, her
it’s not that easy
goodbye
also, not that easy

writhing, wilting, whimsy
educated and insincere
i’d die tomorrow if i could have her tonight

i’ll tell these stories someday
i’ll be happy/lucky/free
good life
for god’s sake, i am

with wide eyes and a gaping hole where my brain should be, i live in dreams
i gaze into beauty, i sway and swagger in a love-drunk stupor
i love and i love hard

with sharp eyes and a gaping hole where my heart should be, i grow and live
i enjoy all things, i stand tall in a wondrous world of opportunity
i explore and i move forward

i am my wide, sharp eyes
i am my lost brain
i am my lost heart
i am everything, all of the time

forever, i am my love for you
forever, i am growing
forever, i am changing
forever, i am full

smooth, rolling, i spill out her name, over and again.
my face glows with golden, glorious love.
she is wondrous.
i ought to live with her voice in my ear and her smiling lips in my shirt pocket.

as if taking leaps and bounds in opposite directions, has brought us together.
i will dream of her, with eyes wide.
i have never been so scared of something so full.
poets sleep alone, but dreamers never die.