A hollow log was once a tree
Tall and beautiful
Fruits and flowers in spring
Deep luscious vermilion in summer
Red and brown and yellow golden sunlight fall
Sparkling pure clean snow in winter
Whether it was just natural to die
Or some coincidence
I do not know
But the tree had fallen
No longer
flower or vermilion or sunlight or pure
Only empty
Nihilist
Decomposition
Moisture creates fungi and bacteria within
bugs and maggots and worms
They feed
On the corpse of loveliness
Until the nothingness is nothing

In a golden haze
I spell out your name
with my fingertips
across his hand
It's too bad that no man could ever understand
           We are Together always
When night falls and the sky is a pitch blanket
with small sparkling holes
sending us their light back from the dead
Galaxies from far far and beyond
The moon hangs in all its glory from an
invisible string
like the one that connects us
An invisible unbreakable twine
That has stretched through space
and time
Until the moon falls down
Until the moon falls down...

Go ahead and steal this poem

Do with it what you wish
Because
I wrote it for you

So someone somewhere could steal something

Go ahead and steal this poem
It's what all poets do

Take me
Make me
Feel alive again
I have nothing left
But clichés

oh sweet memories
on the concrete
of a broken dream  
stare into me like a crystal ball
I see no future
nothing at all
there is only your satin flesh
that burns red embers with every simple caress
speak to me only with your eyes
words mean nothing
the words are all lies
not a thing can contain this passion inside
yearning for a delicate touch that makes me sigh
longing for you like the moon longs for the sun
waiting alone
in the pitch night sky

and the breath upon your neck will be ever so hot
and I will be the life you never knew
swirling around
dancing like fire
dancing like the tongue behind your mouth
every single fiber of your being will want me
every single centimeter of my skin will want you
and as fire melts the Earth
we will become almost living
magma
eating its way through everything
and everyone
slow and beautiful
breathing and breathing
breathing and beating
squeezing and squeezing
until we explode

Death
Is a backdoor man
Comming in as sneakily
As he can
To steal your wife away

Although you may be livid
His ecstasy and euphoria is
Unmatched
And is making her happier
Than you ever could

Some would hate him to come around and lift them off their feet
Other wives await his arrival with excitement
Sometimes even to the point
They come knocking on his door
A few stay loyal and cheat him his chance

Eventually he comes and claims what is his
With a dominance no other man could bare
And when he takes them with this power
Pleasure is eternally theirs

Stranger living in this
world all alone

I know your journey
Is strenuous
Long

But don't ask me to
And please don't call

Just keep on walking
Ramble on

I am an inspiration.

I sing to the birds
I sing to the cat
I pray to the god and goddess
I cleanse my spirit with smoke
I talk to the trees
I talk to the sky

If you could only see me this way

In the cool gentle morning
The birds sing back
The cat purrs warm
The trees wave hello

And the sky

The sky shines.*

The god and goddess are here with
Me
And
My spirit is cleansed with smoke

There is enough love to go around for
Me*



Your love is a joke.

The acid in my stomach starts to boil Hot blood in my vains curdles to a coil something hits my nose like sour milk; A three year spoil

You are a friend never trustworthy
A friend never loyal

Her body was made of frosted glass
You could see all of her muscles and tendons working inside in perfect unison like clock gears
when she breathed or
smiled

Somehow

This made you believe she was human

Oh melancholy sunset sky
Catch the raindrops as I cry
Give me your colors
All of them
Your pinks and crimsons
I'll fill you full of
Smoke and rancid
And you will turn it into
Something worth wild

on the slightest breath
the hot moisture begs
and you are taking me to the brink
and back
pin my butterfly
in the sweet drifting light that bathes
skin creamy delicate and barren
who ever turned this into something baleful?
in all your actions of benevolence  
this one shall not be benign
curtains will billow
and the violin will blare
with sounds luscious and blithe
the pinning of my beauty
the keepsake of my butterfly

I was born for the noose
Because I love to hang my head
I don't do much with my life
*Except wish that I were dead

Running and writing in
place
Trying to find an ounce of grace
Searching in the mirror for my
lost face
Since there is no meaning for I to brace
I'm just floating weightless in the cyber
abyss of space
I'm thinking I need to win this race
So help me fill my strawberry red heart with
black lace
because one day I'll be gone without a trace
and I can't seem to slow the
pace

oh onerous one,
I'll love till my last
Breath, a breaking bluster,
That will corrode my insides.
I shall not worry,
About these organs.

All that remains is an empty
ship, sailing seven seas.

An unconditional love with the deep blue,

To forget about my love for
Thee.

We all know
No future
The queen is dead

God is dead also

So why aren't we free?