Slowly I collect the petals lying on the ground
One by one I hold them as I dream of only you
Silence on this morning is my never ending sound
Sunrise creeps above the field not offering a clue

When there is a darkness that surrounds my fragile heart
Blinded by the emptiness that clings upon the vine
Drained of each emotion at these places that I start
Walking in a circle just to breathe this one last time

Why is it that pathways seem a crooked winding way
Finding every corner leads my steps into the fall
Tree lined sad existence of a world now gone astray
Echoes render nothing as my tears so loudly call

Here I fall upon my knees, my strength in weakness gone
Sinking in the mud so deep, now caked about my feet
Heavy is the burden weighing firmly on this dawn
Reaching in the distance as my mind it bids retreat

Falling ever faster neath this lonely garish mire
Sludge of every life before, above my eyes the view
Saying farewell to my love, my only true desire
Holding up the petals in the final moments due

Taking to the deep my feelings tightly locked inside
Giving up, that someone will retrieve me from this fate
The end has wrapped around me as I know that I have died
Disappearing in the shadows formed beyond the gate

Loneliness feels just like this…in rooms without a door
Staring at the carpet now revolving down below
Watching as the gray begins and fading smiles pour
One last dream, one last thought, as now it’s time to go

How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.

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Dancing on a cloud that dreams have washed along the shore
Counting every star drop feathered bliss
Walking with a happy heart to vistas near and far
Feeling still our moon lit good night kiss

Staying up past midnight with the sunlight in my eyes
Floating off to every sound I hear
Cellophane in colors wrapped so tightly ’round the skies
Candy coated marmalades appear

Singing to a butterfly in harmonies of spring
Picking daisy petals sent by you
Falling to the rhythm of its ever moving wings
Hoping that this flower will be true

Riding on a zebra with its stripes the bluest green
Milkshake pizzas waiting by the door
Peppermints and lavenders are painted on the screen
Wanting that but this is so much more

Climbing up a ladder just to see how low I can
Wishing on a cross that finds its criss
Funny what my mind does see while knowing that I am
Feeling still our moon lit good night kiss

not every poem is about beauty
too caught we are in the moment to write about it
that is what makes it beautiful
pain clings long beyond instants
prolongs and window reflections
engulfing our bones
masticating our stomachs
from slow drip bile coffeemakers in our chest
the line from that one song starts the burning
and the eyes of a stranger flavored with reminders
i wish i could tell him i finally got to ____
my blood is chunked with tomato slices
acidic clots and stagnant passions
float me in melancholy perplexities
a minute of oddity where emotions
are unidentifiable

We both knew it would never be enough
when we both tried to walk away
We said our goodbyes to an overladen sky
if only one of us had tried to stay

We could have laughed, we could have  cried
we didn't have to say goodbye
Only both us did know
when the tears fell to the snow
there was nothing left to try

Then summer came
and thawed our hearts
we both started again
A river flowed
and a conscious glowed
New beginnings became an end

We laughed, we cried
we forgot where we started to be
we lived
we'll die
forgetting it was you and me

So please don't forget me
as the river starts to dry
my tears are never ending
unrelenting from my eyes
So please don't forget me
Even though we said goodbye
We tried...
*we tried...

Man of science,
Only sees what is there,
Wants to build the fence.

Man of religion,
Out of nothing sees everything,
Wants to envision the fence.

Man of philosophy,
Out of everything sees nothing,
Wants to sit on the fence.