We crawled into an ocean of grass and clover
Sank our ribs into lemonade wine
and devoured the smoke from the ground
She ran a cool bath of lavender upon the lawn
and brushed my hair with ***** fingernails

Death visited me last night
pulled back his hood and pulled out a pipe
spark, crackle, smoke. I put up no fight
he said "hit this, get high on life."

Abandoned dusty in the attic
A shadow flitters around the edge
Caressing the smoky veil of glass,
Searching to remember his first waking moment,
When he had become but a phantom
Of a man-
but alas... it had been always.

Silently knocking on the wall
Which holds him from the other side-
You saunter by and blink
And shun the one moment you could have seen
And he is forgotten from the ones who never knew him
And the fabric
Runs like soot over his world.

His eyes see but the ghost of the substantial,
His world imaginary staring through a window of glass
From which shines an impossible prism
Cutting a path through the smoky din
The dream-dust settles, making it but a circle
Glowing in the light
That he could live in another’s eyes.

The mirror shatters.
Crushing glass slashing shards into the air
Shrieks erupt as the phantasm is
For the first time known,
The storm that had been hidden in that one-way mirror
Now unleashed, yet
You avert your eyes as if it was still a pane of glass.

I was on a cliff, ready to jump, her hand caught me
It was only three dollars, one person, one stranger
So lost I have been finding kindness only in words never in person
But today kindness touched me in the moment I needed it most
For so long I have dwelt upon the evil in humanity and lost my will to fight for it
I forgot that real kindness does exist and there is a reason to fight for it
Caught in a black hole, a lone stranger made me question everything in a moment of absolute kindness
To her it may have been just three dollars and a Merry Christmas
To me it was the entire world, a revolution, an end to a war I waged with myself for ages
I have focused too long on the evil, the death , the unfairness
But today this stranger gave something to me and did not wait for a thank you
It happened the same week that I lost faith in everything and that was all it took to restore me
I do not know your face stranger, I do not know your name
But I wish you could know what you did completely changed me, that I think you an angel
I am sad you will never know, but for once I cry tears of joy and not sorrow
The smallest kindness can change lives, you made me realize I can change the world one act at a time...
I take your message and I will pass it on my friend
                                                      Than­k you

How have you been?
I think I'm forgetting the touch of your skin
on mine and it's similar to the feeling of an ocean in my ears
water blocked my hearing and nothing is as near
as it should be. I might be hit by a train
because my senses are telling me it's far away.
I have time
to let you go like the monkey bar handles
don't want to fall beneath so I'll cling to the candle
lit bedroom I once had with my first lover ever
wanted incense and kissing and hands moving slower than heaven.
With you it was quick
like a pin to my chest
and you pulled away too early
so I bled and I bled.
It's healed over but I'm so tempted to pick
that little hole back and let the blood run thick.
At least then I'd know that I bled in the first place
instead of wondering if it was a stomach flutter
and not the lightning bolt
I wasn't looking for.

Traveling feet bare stories yet a mind that travels bare more depth and journey...
Eyes lurk...as the heart seeks ...flesh feels and tells tall tales to the spirit...lifting the being that just wants to be...
At pace be I be yet standing moved by what I have found...from pounding heart driven by myth and magic...the supposedly surreal...
Mind in wonder of all this...insanity if questioned by reality of the really that love conquers all...from rise to fall and falling all over again ...
I walk not moving my feet yet my soul being moved by she...
Making dull days ever bright ...my heart dare calls her my new found untainted light ...no dark of night...I feel like a slave that's announced and dubbed into a knight ...
Does she know of her beauty...
I bet God needed a muse and never thought he'd craft such a being ...one that radiates from the core of her being...
Am I awake...for heavens sake!!!
This must be a dream that she is real ...
Till I wake I long to dream forever and a day till the day that I touch her hand...taking a stand looking her...in the eye...
And saying ...
"you are beauty Devine...I fell ...I'm am falling ...I have fallen...and I stand moved by you"