I was born in this world
With a day-old heart
And an ancient mind

When all things are gone
Death will die
And life will begin again

Quicksilver screams shatter the night,
Blazing forth glory with all of its might
Rainbows of visions, and I without sight
Stare into the void, an inky goodnight.

I wake early in the morning
When light first glances through
It's golden finger gently caressing
The dreamless dream I never knew.

The air is cool upon my cheek
But silky warmth around me stay
Curls, confines, comforts and hides
But sadly I rise for the day

And the frost descends
Like dust,
Kissed by the freezing rain,
In glittering ecstasy

Jewelled dragons
Hover on glass wings,
Caressing the silky air
In an irredecent cascade
And rapidly ponders
The sky

Today, I'm a little lost
A little aimless wandering
A little stuck between here and there
Drifting effervescently
Ephemerally
Ghostly, almost
Gone

I saw it twice;
Once in your eyes,
Once in mine
A strange device,
You lose only love
To time

I have been gone
For many years, it seems, and yet
The days still flow like rivers
And the light still fills your dreams
..
Where shadows lay, across the way
That I had once forgot
And still the fires alight the pyres
And all the evil to rot
..
I heard the tales the beggars sing
It sounds like home to me,
I have been gone for many years,
Now run, to set us free

Let the line between my lips and your flesh become holy ground, so that I may worship upon it
Let me learn to love you
In a hundred little secret ways
Following the touch of your breath on my skin like a dance
Let me pass my hands through the wall of your chest to hold your heart into the light
Let me enter the dark cavern of your body
To shine on your every inner part
And pad the scrape of your bones with meat

The exquisite blend
Of paint
Melting off the palate

The telltale rattle of old bones
Hangs in the thin night air
From tenuous strings
Of what once was

Silver sliver
In the dark
Hits my chest
To pierce my heart;
Moonstruck child

It rained today,
The first rain in forever.
It smelled nice;
A great wet sigh of relief

I didn't miss it until today-
When the raw thunder rolled over my back
And down my pinkened cheeks
When the crisp grass softened
And mists poured thickly through the rippling trees
That pulls over the sky like white sheets
Tucking us in to the earth; soft and small and damp and sweet

But maybe tonight, the pattering tap
Will pull me so softly
To sleep

The night wafts by
Like the scent of food
And the stars hang in utter stillness;
Wishes suspended on dreams

It is not a measure of health
To fit in a sick society

Day by day my demons slide
Into a lake, so deep and wide
But some wouldn't see but a sea at least,
While others see oceans of evil beneath,

The turbulent depths turn, with time and tide
To come and go, and to no man abide;
But inner workings, ticking dear,
Casting them forth, or bringing them near,
All played to the tune of a tone deaf ear,
Which went never hearing my pitiful fear

Dear hands,
You have created me
As I have created with thee,
Not quite fine,  my dear
It's time,  my dear
to change.

And now,  
as sunlight turns to dusk,
Though you've scribed me in the dust
Peerless portrait on the floor,
The iron room has locked it's door
Behind me

My friends,  
it's time for me to rest
Though I know you did you best
But the light is growing dim
And you know I cannot swim
In shadow

My art
I had scrawled it in the dark
And now it is torn apart
Not quite fine,  my dear
Divine,  my dear
Goodnight

I see my face mostly
Reflected in the cradle of my palms
When my distractions cease.
I know I should go, but I
Cannot release

The famous here
Have many followers,
But the wise gather the dreams
Of many

Deep into the dark and dreamless night I lay
Cradling that which is not half as precious by day

Subtle and sweet on my heart like a balm
As I cradle this hope like an egg in my palms 

And should the day rise before the shell breaks
I'll tend to it gently and soothe those old aches

And all through that daylight which burns through the frost
I hold to a promise from the lips of the lost

From morning to evenings, from sunshine to sleep 
As day slowly gentles its way to the deep 

And back in the dark, alone as I lay 
To hold that sweet dream  
Till the light of the day

Read, write, spell, teach;
Speak, say, lie, preach.
Greet, talk, text, flirt;
Help, hide, change, hurt.

Snow melts
To soften and nourish the earth
And leave tender spaces
For the young things to bloom

And the roses that lay
Untouched on this splintered land
Still bloom, still bloom
As they bloomed before
In the day

You are my friend
My spirit and soul
You will grow wise
Before I grow old

Youve been There with me
from my favorite start
And now, my good friend
You are falling apart.

I just crushed a bug.
It was crawling on my bed.
It had no chance,
And now it's dead.

Each succeeding sonnet sways me no more
Than did the first
The rain taps it's fingers against the window,
The sounds of light half-echo
And slake my thirst

The Mundane is sacred too
Without it you are ungrounded
The there profundity in the simplest things

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Are you truely Serene, or do you amputate yourself of the chaos of life
(  and think yourself above it? )

What is life if not an excuse to love a little longer

Your Name rests on my tongue
with the same weight

  As the immense anticipatory pause between each breath;

  Between filling my being and being left empty as death

In the bath,
The every rise and fall of your breath becomes the tide
Your heartbeat echoes through mutable water,
Engulfing me in womblike embrace
Small waves lap at my skin and resonate through my flesh
lapping at the shore-
I am water too

I feel your rhythms course and overlap with mine like music
And if I were to bathe in the ocean,
I'd be no less
Only fulfilled with ever more

The whispering willow
Murmurs secrets to the trees
Which are whisked away softly
By the sweet wild breeze

Phosphorescent butterflies
Drifting softly in the skies
Time just seems to pass them by
We call them stars;
I don't know why

You must tend to your body
as you tend to your garden.
Your body is from the earth,
and sustains your mind

Kindness misleads
All who stumble to the dark
Light, like fire, burns and
Oppresses the naïve trust
Present in the hopeful
Soul, but slowly dashed to death
In an insidious 
Ambiguity

You cannot see how much you judge others
When you direct that judgement most harshly
Into yourself

you unwittingly hold others to the same standard
you abuse yourself with
External reflections of your most internal loathings

Nor do you see that the criticism which you raze against your self
You raze against those who admire you


The daughters' mother cannot bear
Her own visage

Sleep, sweet memories,
Let all your fears be rest.
Engage your dreams with frivolries,
For all your heart knows best

Oh take me where the people are
And let me run and play
I won't be here for long, I think
But maybe for a day

In the darkness of becoming
I saw, I was a seed
In that dark and sacred place
Full of life and full of need.

Gasping, grasping every breath
A gift I take, I bleed
Into sweet light I dare to grow
A choice, no choice - I'm freed.

His arms
Wrap around my naked corpse
Is he holding me (is he giving up?)
Or am I letting go

Too many tortured souls,
But here they found
A place to be set free.
Hello, poetry.

I feel the change in season
Like the catch of breath in my throat
Like dancers with sweat hot on their skin,
Like the subtle softening from heat to sin

What a blessing it would be to have eyes
That open before the wake of my own destruction
And not be widened by suprise
At my reduction

Blinded once again,
I succumb easily
To good men with bad intentions.
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We all have our weaknesses.

Dissolve into the mists
Rain sprays across the grey water
Cloaking ever shrinking islands
I sail away into the white
..
She swallows the kiss of every word from my breathless lips into whisper

And pours home into my heart like relief and respite

We were what we were
And we are what we are.

There is many necessary things about the past