Water always finds a way in.
The rain comes down,
the snow melts,
and the water finds the path
of least resistance.

Seeps into the cracks,
creeps under the shingles,
winds its way
through the areas left vulnerable
from years of slow erosion,
weakened integrity,
avoidance,
neglect of upkeep.
It begins to leak inside,
to create havoc,
to damage what should be kept
safe and dry.

Drops become trickles,
trickles become streams,
streams become rivers,
pools begin to form,
until the weight of itself forces advancement.
Pushing to find another route,
another way in.

Water persists.
Water permeates.

Water, like feelings of inadequacy,
always finds a way inside.

Breathing decreasing, heartbeat hysterically sparked,
tinged scarlet scars, my blackened eyes bladed, faded,
crashing into overturned bridges, scraped severely,
my cheeks bewildered, my blood-beaten lips burnt,
whirling in the direction of wrecked winds, threatening
tsunamis, and raw-shattering hurricanes.

My arms were lightning flamed, raining insane
and horrifying rhymes, dark gashed lyrics attached
to my crusty chests, sloppily scattered, colliding
with exploding beats, succumb to drunken ***,
sprung, stumbling, sunken, clung to the claws
of a razor-smoked ocean shouldering soulless poetry.

Everything within me was drowning, dying in gloomy
gutters, a clammy canvas of dreams and screams,
clogged facts and fiction soaked slowly in contaminated
****, all drained, stranded, a hellish existence ripped wide
open, bleeding, bellowing, broken down, and overpowered.

Never had I felt like a smothered sea encased
in a blazing wave of blasted verbs, drumless diction
double spaced, misplaced, overstressed adjectives,
paralyzed personification, fever-struck similes dozing
off to sleep, inane, disdained, an oblivious masterpiece
covered in splintered storms, an earth burning boulevard.

My memories were stone-cold shattered, heavy droplets
of ****** paragraphs splattering onto inglorious fractions,
a fallen kingdom, a thousand smashed engines with no
invention, no ignition or transmission, spine-chilling addition,
insubstantial subtraction swallowed by miscellaneous derivatives
and division, running out of time, gone and overthrown.

Wish I could have understood the unearthly decimals
dwindling in perishable plantations, ****** equations
and integration, pepper sauce alleyways rearranging
my crazed nation, decapitated rhythms begging for restoration,
salvation from the damaging hellfire striking a match on history.

floating alone
in the ocean

there are two gods

the sun and
the moon

rule the
cloudless
sky

creating extremes
in feelings

and faith
bi-polars of

pure light and
deep dark

and what is clear
in these moments

that happiness
comes and goes

in waves

In earnest desperation
I grasp for falling stars
To catch the fading sunlight in her hair

With deepest concentration
I touch a ray of light
Dancing on her skin

I want my kisses there

We clashed like the stars
in the galaxy and
became one.
- black dwarf.

Because i am lawn furniture

And you are Antarctica

The two of us have ample rime

But not a single drop of warmth in our blood

We lived through all the bright nameless, blameless places

And the turning of the *****

The year we fell down

In an illusion of separateness

Is where we came to know

The fragile silence

Within a map of echoing glass

Pointing further out than we once thought

Everything ravaged, everything burned