see? This is why –
To take a slow deep breath
is beauty alight
she’s on the raw edge of subtext
questioning
and under the surface
pages wait to be written
they radiate through her
drape over, covering
engulfing her frame
but –
she feels relief
with a slow deep breath
her whitened knuckles
release control
and she is breathing
the pages are there
they wait to be filled
but not
by her

One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother;
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

standing in the middle of
the street the
lights begin their flight.
they flutter in the air as
specks of gold gleaming
in the Winter sky. all around,
the Wind wisps them oh so
gently and violently.
    Magnificent.
         Spectacle.
     Please.
           Freeze.
       This.                
             Moment.
the concrete shifts and the buildings
sit and stir and become what
they were meant to be.
the streets then come
Alive and Alive
they stay
asphalt and concrete
never looked so beautiful.
     Magnificent.
           Spectacle.
       Please.
           Freeze.
       This.                
             Moment.
In places
far from home
Beauty is everywhere
and nowhere at all.
it matters not where you look
or how you look, but why you look.
do not trust the senses
They create clouds.

such a Magnificent Spectacle this is
Please (god) Freeze This Moment.

Gil-galad was an Elven-king,

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea.



His sword was long, his lance was keen,

His shining helm afar was seen;

The countless stars of heaven's field

Were mirrored in his silver shield.



But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.

it takes some people

forty years

two kids

a mortgage

and a divorce

to learn that, sometimes, love doesn't mean a **** thing.

lucky me.

it only took me one you.

A dot of red
like earth springs
naturally
releasing
from beneath
those holy
waters that
haunt and run
our bodies
pricking thumb
let off all
the worries
rivers and
oasis clear
the sick realm
that plagues me.

The clouds decided to cry this week,
so I went outside to wander lost yet not alone,
for everyone leaves the sky when it's sad;
They don't comfort it or ask what's wrong,
instead they just walk away, go inside,
wait for it to be over.

Walking through its falling tears,
I become a gentle, delicate soother,
knowing well what it's like to be avoided,
at the times you need everyone most;
My whispered thoughts are sent to a darkening shade,
for words are not always needed.

It matters not if thunder rumbles, lightning flashes,
I get struck, thrown back, die,
so long as I get to give to it what I had not.
Slowly, the tears come to a stop,
washing away my blood from the pavement;
With a smile, I blow a lonely kiss.