Erase myself to experience
And though the leaf looks so
Divinely alive and at one with the sun
Without aching there is no poetry

drawn inside the mysterious wind
never friendship but string that keeps pulling
cage is empty the bird stopped to sing
small dull uninspired feeling enduring
disconnection that kills most painfully
only presence fills in the cracks
so I sip from the cup of confusion
drawing truth from the chilling abyss
gathering scattered beads of your thoughts
into a warm pouch of my mind
hoping to string them all back together
one day
but ****, those slippery things

Down the line
You stumble over
Stumble under
Uninspired
Always
Crawl along the border
Limitation borderline

Other side
You're undeserving
Of the better
Served yesterday on the
Sorrow platter
Bitterness grows
Negative space
Devouring and expanding
Pulsating void

From
Within
Emptiness devoid of
Meaning;
From
Without -
The world
Is waiting
To be included

Cuddle with a raven
Will you?
Beak and beady eyed
Sorrow on the pillow
It sprawls into
Distorted shapes of
Unpredictable uncertainty
Inner sense hasn't faltered for
Many moons, or did it?
Perhaps the thought of
Snoozing with a danger
seems thrilling
But wish for the encounter -...

Double sided like connection
The flight of hands interlocking
At the juncture of responsibility
For the sake of what matters
You promised not to let go
I trust you wholeheartedly
Hero from the start
I will not let you down unless
I wish to let go of my essence
In it together
I am responsible for where my hand leads you
You are willing to give more than you should
So I lay my weaknesses plain in sight and I
Don't let you fall into their trap
For they are but my own
And I do not wish to I abuse the love
That should never be taken for granted

Acoustic vibrations release the tethers
of a wanting, the music releases the
inhibitions of oneself to the ******
of melodies awakening.

Then there is just the oscillation upon the
part of ones freed individuality that feels
ever motion that washes over individuality
and a mind tingles, freed of shackled reality.

Rhyme weaves upon the curves of all that
it wonders over, opening the realization of
freedom upon the resonance of awaking.
*"A mind is freed with melodies weaving,