as if one summer night would
   stop to kiss the cheek of winter
        winter
   my sandaled feet chill,
       awash in starlight
   the waves, like a slivered memory
       pure and silver,
       carry the faint heartbeat
      of many things come and gone
summered waters blow through
   their courses of hair
   in soft syllables to the ear
   they touch stones of fire
   alive in the eyes of the mind
how many hearts or ripples
   of moonlight have walked here?
   here, where new clouds breach
       ancient skies and stones
       of rivers of many things
           come and gone
   smooth and silver are the drops
       of time, which wash
       slivered memories
           of summer
   by the light of a cool moon

Don't make simple things complicated. They will do it by themselves.

I prayed for peace
I prayed to mend
I prayed so long
I felt condemned

It was quite a shock
seeing the lovely artwork
of a luminous train
with all the strange syllables
across the bottom edge

you are
my moonlight

Anxiety makes me seem peculiar.
Anxiety stops me from being a monster.
Anxiety is the belt that confines my strengths.
Anxiety is the filter that hides my atrocities.
With out my anxiety I would never be and with my anxiety I cannot be

I devolved in our relationship
We weren’t very good to each other
No gifts without subtext

We deactivated each other’s progress
and explored an unhealthy mire

A No Mans Land Of buried munitions
Not a partnership
A credit to the both of us that we lead other lives now
And that our relation successfully dissolved