The sea
The wave
The surf
Kissing eyelashes and brushing against the skin
As the tide washes in
The only thing that matters is the temptation
How it calls to you
The seduction of it
As it taunts you with sin soaked lips
Lust brushes against you
The tantalizing touch is all but too much to bare
Pulling you under the churning waves
The dark whispers soft things in your ear
As the vastness takes you under
It creeps in your lungs and steals your breath away
Your breath is gone
Your lungs are fill with salty temptation like a mistress
All you have to do is close your eyes
And be swallowed

God.

God is the shapes
on my ceiling.
He is the sliver of light
filtered through my window.

God is the thirty-inch space
between roof & fallen branch.
He is the kiss of dew drops
& the breeze on my neck.

God is the flame
of discipline.
He is the declaration
of saddened exile.

God is goosebumps
that proclaim "I hear you!"
He is the rise &
the fall of empires.

God is the sky
which engulfs all
in loving despair.

i was called heavy, i am.
like the night when it falls
and a body off the gallows pole.

fly where its warm like a bird.

I’m just ready to fall over
To find myself in a shade of lost
So tired, melt into what nothing is
And reel in my fate

I can’t though, my death,
My greatest compromise
My bleeding heart, one that bleeds for all,
Raze and tear, my heart
Die and whither as you always have
And always will

But for now, just rest
Yearn for that peace,
But settle for living in a restlessness
Called rest
Just a slower pace
Slower, but always going
Until it stops

Until a wave of all I’ve ever hoped for
Comes to wash my experiences my thoughts
Just for some peace

You sleep when you don’t love
I love a lot

The heart where once
love resided fell too cold.

Now the flesh turns
an uneasy grey beneath
a thin layer of dusty frost.

When touched,
the fingertips stick and the cold bites.
Few dared to warm
the space with their hands
and now neglect has my heart forgot.

There's an uncared for path.
An overrun piece of forest
nearly hidden in the brush
that leads to a cave.

There's a cool breeze
that staves away my curiosity.

I first met God when from me he bummed a cigarette,
I asked him how I can win this bet,
and to let go of her and be ok,
he asked which girl with a smile in a way,
I said all of them because I just want to hear all of them say,
you were alright,
he took a drag and said we had met before,
when I was again in Florida I was feeling this down and poor,
we had a drink,
you asked what this life was all about,
and with a smile with shades of a pout,
I told you that only you could figure that out,
his cigarette was done and so was mine,
I asked again if this was just a waiting line,
or just a road covered with dust,
he flicked it and said that I always will have my lust,
for the future,
for the present,
for the past,
and I may feel like in the line I am last,
but really there is no line or road,
and this isnt a secret code,
he said I was ok,
then asked for another cigarette.