soul eater,
you make me wonder
what is the shelf-life
of good intentions?

My thoughts tripped
into a current
aspiring to drown
themselves
across miles of binary
and lit up screens

I have ridden in
some elegant moments
where I was resolved
within beauty

Always surprised
at it self ignorant
beauty breaks upon
our day a rooster

in beaming sunrise
silhouette on a fence rail
a blinding after image
or right now's want

I can't see you anymore
I'm thinking with  each
entreaty to burn here
here and right there

wants of fire and cooling
needs of held and soothing
swings of hurt and proving
I am certain...enough

Thinking creates
physical possibility
Awareness finds
ready-to-be way
tho not like me
to take it

What does that mean
I ask someone other
than me inside my head
they respond quickly
inquiring as to my
need to know

I need to know  her number
her skin
her dimples
let's not dance around this
I need to know
her as a human

A book in my hand
With a view of the blue sky
That is all I need.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Everyday a soul is lost

Souls of love
Souls of lust
Souls on endearment
Souls of trust

Souls full of knowledge
Leave people like us
With questions unanswered
And feelings unmastered

The void of their absence
Still lingers with longing
Tear drops of silence
will forever keep falling.

Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

that song is so beautiful
and the strings make me cry
but I forget that an instrument needs to be taken care of too
in order to sound so wonderful.

it is soothing to see them,
taking care of one another.