the prophets could hear God
through the lightning,
the clouds, or anything the air
could reach.
the poets were there to document
the magistrate
of those excellence
captured
in the word
seen.

Ruin me there, love
and build me back in
your unwavering compassion

See me as enough
and dress me there in
some of that similar fashion

Shed our human hearts
and bathe in our waves
that we are destined to crash in

One day soon that feeling may fade
soon to be it cauterize and spayed
it was death defied now withered and decayed
a priest may save a priest may say
here lie my soul, here lie my grave
there lie my peace, there lie my grace

dehydrated catharsis:
he's drying up by
roadside cabals and
lost in his longing and
harrowed halls


meet me in catatonia,
where my birds tweety tweet
and it's beautiful and sweet
yet it's not quite complete,
for it's sundown on the west side
and the trees' visage remind me of you
so I look at your pretty beauty
and you calm me and my mind
a last thing for the end
I'd lose every of thought to you
and your kindness

the snakes venom
like ink
through my skin
shows temptation
and freedom
can be lead
under false intention.

rushing tumbling at the heart of the sea.
how long have I since been ****** down, rumbling, toughening, by the ocean's regrets?
waves of disapproval. waves my face crashed through.
stronger. stronger. stronger.
the pressure made me.
I finally headbutted the floor, but it wasn't enough.

tsunami caused behind me;
I dig to the core.
hurricane of emotion;
I caused boats to overturn.
something singing terrorizing songs against me;
the current I swim into.

a buoy I could be,
the anchor I must.

dont get pulled by the riptide,
grab me by my shell,
I shall be your sea turtle,
in me, do you trust?

the more i invest i find
a toll knocking on a preverbial
bell that cracks each gong
but releases such a mist
of stardust that mirror
the first thing's rebirth.

i'm just tired of the cycles.
the cycles that grow more hurtful with
a tastier fruity juice.

what it'd be to be loved by you.
you could press my cheeks,
and press me with purpose.
what it'd be for it to be true.

i'd fall for your affection,
stay golden in your attention,
i'd be complete with
your weight upon my chest.

my heart it'd be steady,
or a rippling river ready,
and it'd be so good,
all because of you.

could you hold your
words as genuine
the day we met ?
when life fails
and shatters
and grief leafs
fall on splintered sticks ?
would you kiss me then
tenderly and sweet,
or atleast hold me
until i weep ?

i've not had an other like it,
one that'd stay after that.
i'll find peace one day
in the aftermath, and
then peace
shall be your likeness.
i'll be your forever
grace,
your forever,
lover.

the other day, dear,
the tears came from
your sunshine.

for as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed of us dancing melodies
and you tenderly gazing across my eyes.

but when I awoke dear, I was mistaken.
yet I had faith,
so I prayed
you not stay
from my side.

I'll always love you
and make you happy
if only that you would do the same.
I hope that we not regret it all
some day.

You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I am a void to shout in.
If heaven or hell fails you,
I am the calm night of next.
To entice you out of your princess' tower.
I envelop like a blanket and yet suffocate like a snake.

i want this year to be happy
my last two were so devoid

i say things that others would say.
the others that wish to tear you down.
i know i have positive intent instead.
to push you to strive above.
to a grander image i see in you.
i base that higher entity all in reality, all of the healthy
and the unhealthy.
I admit ive been selfish in that acquisition of that greater image.
on what I wanted or felt needed from you too.
not just based on what I saw of you.
to go completely selfless is to lose one's self.
the sad truth is if it kills your identity too large, i will seek to love you under different terms, different definitions.
no longer will i allow either of us to suffer in cycles, when we know we want wants best for eachother.

the drops that do not fall
erode the skull; groove the brain.
poke holes in the eyes, ellicit migraines.
with no one to unlock these muscles
that squeeze you closed.

the dog-pile of stress,
like missles slowly breaching a dam of another well,
until breaking-point.
crackles of lightning cracking the scalp
and pathing, chaining twitches, down to the feet.

Grounded.
from then to the healing waters you must go. Nature's icy, cold, frigid, soothing,
teary shower cascading, dancing into the hair. Then, steamy hot droplets tingling the spine with prickling pleasure.

one can't sleep during this period of sickness, you can only attempt to survive. the pain's immensity contrived with human will. Paralled, entirely, in its labor.

Pain and relief, from nature's true kiss.
The one you can't have kept, but fleetingly.

stream of blades
like fish migrating
rushing dashing daggers
right through the trees
not striking a single one-
moving like rivers flowing
and rushing.
wary the crashing waves !
the innocence of this typhoon's cut !
but like fish, they join huddling in school.
the large mass of gentle dance slows,
and some dirks drift the way of its
wind; separating- but still apart of its beauty.

a model of hatred is better kept
outside your home.
little known
it is like a cancer
that can even spread
from those closest
when under false characters.
love and forgiveness.
are the answers best for
most questions.
drive and influence
are the best question raisers,
the questions everyone should answer
in their own silence.

daringly say the things
that can not be erased!

a precise line to walk
making greater sounds
of tomorrow!

a greater task to
not fall from tightrope
of silver lining!

pray it away
or pray it to come

helm-man of Endurance-
"raise this; to other storms to run"

it was reported,
"several bleak men,
lost from just last one."

a celebration of death
in these honored leagues

cold fairy of water
looks in defeatedly

you seem disgusted by it all
and all is a lot to be disgusted by

overwhelming,
feeling it
like every pixel and pixel between
on a white screen

it washes around in your
stomach
like an exuberant
decay.
the genocide,
the exploitation,
of your mother earth

I wish I could wash you,
but it'd be just another
illusion or ideal
to be behind

her hair
comes in
   parchment
her weave in
   burlap
beauty like
  touch
  kissing as such
a new fabric
sewn to my
scarecrow heart

conditional love
is a contract
made upon
fake roots.

She's a dreamboat
  in the tunnel of love,
      white lightning like white wine,
  fluorescent lights in purple rain;
a deep crazy,
     an even deeper affection.
  her love is like magic,
      we're enthralled in
             respect.
    She is good, she is better,
      my favorite, and my best.
        my heart; the reason:
             why it beats in my chest.

winter's death brings
a renewal
there's comfort in it
when you're under your blanket
watching the world fade to white

there's something on the
other side,
a life after your past;
it may be worse or it may be better.
time will tell

it is quite hard,
but rewarding in persistance against lie,
to not have other's words write you.

a slandered abandonded mold
that might once fit
their own ego.

i stray in wilds of unknown
feeling grace of but wind and what stands in wind.
no serial fabrication, but chance's kiss.

grace of my own will: an energy's moral compass i still know to be aligned true.

they thought they caught blood on my hands
but really it was just jelly.

your name used
to rock me asleep.
slowly but surely,
id sleep so sweet.

this was a list of
lovers, each so
unique.
the list has been
lost, in time,
it did deplete.

to find my relief,
i dream; i glide.
a warm summer
sky above scattered
clouds so high,
I feel the wind
like an embrace;
effaced upon
the glory of
freedom's estate.

I could use
a true touch,
sure.
but i don't
want much of
anything
more.
ive been
gone enough
to not expect
anything- sure.
ive been alone
enough to survive
without its allure.

I'm sorry,
    I haven't been myself.
But no need to fear, because love is what
   you deserve.
  We want no devils in this house,
       we want the Lord,
          we want everything.
    Serenity, peace; whatever we
          know we need.
        A God dream: A light beam.
  And I'm trying to keep to my faith;
        somewhere I can be safe.
     But I ain't finished, I'm devoted,
        I'm aware I'm a king,
ya, you know it.
     One destined to be a debaser !
   feats of perihelion !
     I am a man !  Cut from the know ! Wrapped in iron lung !
To deathless purgatory !
   Dancing with my eyes and lips !
   I can't stop ! I'm addicted !
I'm an animal !
    Strike me in my distress !
Out of control !
     We're out of control !
   Persecute those whom are weak,
just so we may feel strong !
   Crush those that beg at your feet !
            **** yourself !
       Come on and do us all a favor !
   Show your teeth !
A lover or a fighter !
   The day was come I was to
  mourn you !
A little loaded, steal another breath !
Who knew the other side of you ?!
      Gone too fast !
        Rest in peace !
I'm freaking out on the interstate !
     I feel their stares !
I'll leave this all behind us if we dare !

how much can i stand
to lie down alone
cusping and gripping distractions
to hopefully randomly fall into sleep
instead of stay awoke to the gnawing sense of one heartbeat?

like liquid seeping into the well of my soul. the stagnant bayou waters that wish to deny my will to go on. infesting pathogens familiarizing itself with me only in own weakness in a muddy stench. how does one find again their love when its lost?
the impression on my chest need be filled with some one.
else my arms tatter in under-use and famine.

these spiders in the rafters
don't weave webs,
they just stare with
all 8 legs and 53 eyes.
hark they marking their prey from
high above.
they want me to
save myself by wandering my eyes up
to them camoflauged in the architecture and
play in their mirage of angels that
give like gargoyles.
well, I wonder if they feel the spit
as it lands on the concrete at
my feet.
or miss the kiss of sanctity's sweet.

I don't care if
you logically
understand
my poetry

I just want you
to feel it.
you're
doing that,
you're
doing it right

I thought I saw her dancing-

in between all the other little dance girls.
Her face looked kind of like yours.

Her heart was as pure as precious as pretty.
She moved confidently with vigor, control, and the power of grace, she had practiced for weeks.
You could tell with just a look she knew what she was doing.
She smiled through it all, her team were coordinated.
Arms up here, high kick there. One step where, next step with care.
The edge of an ice skater, the pen of an artist.

The music stopped and the applause roared.
She hugged her friends and they were beaming with
Christmas and Hanukkah.
It was beautiful, and I tried not to clap past any child's parent.

Because truth be told, I hadn't seen her performance just yet.
Nonetheless- I felt her, and I loved her no matter the same.
For time would tell her story to me.

if need be,
let yourself break to your
lowest number,
be comfortable in your indecisions
and embrace your faultlines.
you're safe,
you're alright.
you're every piece,
every part,
there is
to love.

fiancé music
a masked Frenchman
beer mugs
and Hallelujah
ice cream and gyros
ringing bells
carillon empassions
aquamarine capos
bug-bite hoverings
Follow me !
through haydream
daydews, to
songs out of
no where.
I guess that's
why they call it the blues,
because God only
knows what I'd be
without you;
Bethlehem.
Maybe I'd be a
breathless mess
or a hapless test
but flowers are for today
and toddlers are for tomorrow
there need no more poems
about sorrow.

I just know that you'd be an excellent lover
between the sheets, you'd be alike to no other
my heart it soars, my heart it flutters
a burn from your fever, this love
I would gladly suffer

If I were to die today
I'd like to be trapped
In that moment
for eternity slowly
moving in our embrace
to the
sounds of eachother's
hearts

the prospect of
love excites me
ive been shred
of my dignity
in love affairs,
so, with that,
I mend slow

but I think
there is something
special about you
I will learn
slowly in my
tender sensitive heart

find it
in the touch of skin
that connects my fingers
to your beating heart
and to your mindful eyes

finding my lies,
sheding the disguise
that I bear
everywhere.
uprooting
the nihilism
of what was
deemed an
ugly sight.

a feel of flesh,
you are the true
sight of beauty.
I can tell this
is love in
the making,
you are something
that is
impossibly real.

we messed up
when everything had to have
a grade.
a poem need not be good
nor bad,
just it.

the clouds span above me
yet the horizon mountains
are in the sun

golden light brilliance
my honey lover
flecks of divine
catch them on my tongue
oh, brother of mine
you're the one that feels just fine.
no doubt, no doubt.