They asked  me to define how hours
could see lovers
calling out for water
when they turned life's wheel
of loveliness.
So, I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.

I showed them letters containing precious memories
as reminders of horizons
with rising answers
only considered by the sea.  
Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free.

Hours stirred two hearts
suspending them inside their own music
where they flew on wings of delight
in quiet ecstasy.  
Until time ached to feel no more
and could only send in hours
to fill those blank pages
with the answers
to why lovers called out for water
to protect the love
that grows
between you and me.

I want to make myself feel
The things I did when I was young
Like the first time I realized the vast world
And didn’t mind that I felt small

Now everything’s racing so fast
Forced to feel like it takes effort to breathe
Forgetting to just look, to just admire
Unable to breathe in the pretty intricacies

Growing up and out is beautiful in its own
But I’m losing the insight into the small
Pushing to pry open my eyes
Trying to see the flowers, the sea, the stars

I was naïve with my mind’s eye for the world
I threw myself into everything with all of myself
Not knowing how hurt I’d come out
Unaware of how it changed me

Unquestioning, I believed those I trusted
I wanted to feel sought after and they provided it
I took what they said as truth in exchange for love
Later, I realized the love was as conditional as the rules they gave

I felt led on with their fake smiles and avoiding answers
The answers trying to convince to their side
Only led me to question further
Why I gave into their insincere smiles

I’m a little more grown, now closing my eyes, experiencing again
How I felt before, how I changed little details of myself
Remembering how I’ve hurt and learned
I still wish I loved like I did when I was sixteen

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

Just eyes.
When I close them,
that is all I am.
Just eyes.
Eyes with a pulse…
an inconsistent pulse…
one that I fear may quit.
Throw in the towel.
Just eyes.
Eyes that aren’t ready for death.

I was empty when I started
Tried to find a remedy
Really I was pretentiously
Fighting my inner artist.

Heartless...
Is that really what they think of me?
I was on the brink of the
Fate of many martyrs.

        And for starters...
        I had no clue what to do.
        I entrapped myself in seclusion.
        Time alone
        To reformulated,
        To re-braid my DNA,
        My motives.
        I tried to wriggle to the light.
        I jabbed, thrusted, fought.
        Just to get a glimpse of myself.
        The new me.
        Remedy.
        But I couldn't.
        I was stuck in my mind.

And I was going crazy
No way to get away from the
Torment that was containing me.

        So I wrote...
        I became the artist
        That I always wanted to be.
        I injected my pain infused art,
        Meticulously,
        On the sandpaper canvas
        That was my life.

Holding me deep in vacancy.

        That, was my nightmare.

And then I broke out.
I simply... woke up.

        So I learned how to dream.

“Promise to remember”
said the fish to the sea.
“Keep all the stories
And tell them to me.”

“Promise to be patient”
said the sea to the land.
“When I lose hope,
lend me a hand”

“Promise to love me”
Said the land to the wind.
“Give to me daily
and never rescind”

“Promise to stay”
said the wind to the sky.
“Be with me always;
don’t ever die”

“Promise to help me”
said the sky to the man.
“Whenever I need you,
do what you can”

But the man didn’t hear.

So, the sky in his need
Left the wind all alone.

And the wind hated land.
And the land became stone.

The sea lost all hope
And forgot every tale.

So fish are all silent
thanks to man’s epic fail.

This displacement
seems infinite,
as my tongue
ties itself
in knots.

My eyes are blind,
but my mind is dancing.

But it begins to rain.

The Slaughter itself,
is inevitable.

I am just a seed.

Lifeless.

Ready to bloom
into another cycle.

Where I become
tainted
with the blood of my soul
whom seldom bleeds.

I leave a trail
drop
by drop
of pieces
of a puzzle
we call life.

Stained are
the clouds around me
with the words
I can never find..

hold up the sky with rain-kissed
fingertips, I'd never dare to ask whether
you find solace in cotton clouds or cool blue
atmosphere, dare to
risk a return to wherever it was I
existed before

the weather knows nothing will
change
              how could anything?

perpetual dreaming is
a nice way to live, provided
one is secretly awake

How long will it be  
until the vast majority of
breathing beings on this little
spinning globe of ours recognizes
such undeniable similarities?

how racism and hatred, anger as
well as war leech the truth from our
eyes, (no world is black and white)

have we grown so distant to not
know somewhere between ourselves and
others lies the answer, never buried within or
too far out of reach, silly excuses

come, children
we may very well never make it
to those stars you reach towards so
you'd best get acquainted with the
right here and now

I search the world for your eyes and find it bare
There is nothing in it that can match the light
that shines for all but I would wish were mine

I taste the water bursting from the spring
and never know the sweetness of your lips
or see in sparkle any like your smile

I search the snow for shapes of you and find no sign
Its frozen form can never hold the grace
or softness that is yours and held from me

The wind I search for traces of your scent
Its life I'd gladly change for just one breath
that moves and plays so softly through your hair

The things I seek exist not in the waking world
but solely in my dreams and in my heart
that weeps for love and will not ever rest