Darkness pushes through, Meets the eastern sunrise and Greets the summer day Serpentine river Races with snaky road to Kiss the edge of town Getting colder now River meanders and stops To take an ice nap White on white landscapes Infertile fallow trees crack Under…

Your soft voice In each bleeding-heart flower In each timber Can I envision this love? Come into light darling Take a pew with me Grope me tightly, Everlastingly… Our prefect reflection On petal and lawn You pucker up Your play footsie Forever my love Forever…

and here’s what they won’t tell you about leaving: villains don’t press their sweating scalps into pillows, desperate for sleep, eyes pricked open by the gathered dust of that day, pulse hammering too fast into the future (anywhere better than here/now/him/then), skin braced against fingers…

O my spring! Every moment with you is a wild ecstasy I have nothing to cascade, but volume of; For every warm, for ever painting; for every young, passion of love To wed peace and pleasure while smacking palms With a slimy bliss for unforgettable…

Meditate: be tranquil at peace, one Breathe in, out; gently feel stress melt by Focus on this moment, nothing more

I hope for a place To subsist in harmony I hope for a space With hope and faith   I hope for a place, To rest and enjoy, Is this a fantasy? Or just a delusion?   I hope, one day I can find that…

You kept me up last night When I should have been sleeping Against my better judgement I clicked on the link to your life (Because our lives are simply the result of someone’s search engine) And there you were, in all your glory And glamour…

I find myself wondering about the people on the street the ones who bang on heartbeat drums and dance on hummingbird feet. Do they travel road to road, the country in their wake? Or live on one streetcorner, clutching at the brake? I wonder all…

Scared and fearsome Confident trepidation Hesitant reactionary Full speed procrastination Gentle rain Soft and cool Overtake me Flood the pool Take away All assumptions Misconceptions And presumptions

It seems only yesterday That i was a child I had everything yet I had nothing I had people to talk to but no one to understand It seems only yesterday I met you at a point I never thought The point where I hated…