A Couple

This rhombus of your love

envelops me,

laps my tears;

folding them

into worry no more.

I am reborn

to you -

One day,

I hope

you will be
unto me
too.

Somewhere On A Star

I looked up today.

Wrote you in my mouth.

But I fell in a frenzy

when I couldn't see your eyes.

How dark it is here

without you...

anxious

Ever to fit
in a box
made of crumbs,
soaked in the mercy
of dishes last night.

The Liar

Every corner holds a shadow of you.

I am awakening to the day

where the wall be stained bare...

I'll find the truth 

beneath the Liar's stare.

This tale was not spun,

nor were these eyes given

ever in your wisdom.

Bold faced

bare chest.

Will you find another?

No, never will you.

Walls breathe, tundra

frozen over solid;

Beneath its crust,

a thousand cores,

and at the very pit

a Liar there. 

Country Song

This girl,

she keeps me guessing -

I call her my Darling.

Oh, my darling,

darling, Darling what'd you do?

My Darling sent me roaming,

after lattes in Wyoming.

Now I'm roaming around to Jackson,

maybe Casper, sometimes Cheyenne;

All because I went and gave my love to...

Just like a meadowlark,

you struck me yellow -

I saw sparks;

Guess they never caught fire onto you.

I'd like to try pretending

that this ending wasn't foreseen

but my Darling still went & left me blue.

Now I'm claiming territory,

& I'm waking in the morning

over lattes, in Wyoming

like we used to.

In Empathy

In Empathy - other realities be seen.
Yet no soul
that I have found
hath ever ate this notion.

It set the tone for today -

Our world
be too much for one soul bare.

Though,
what if
all souls
bathed in empathy?

Then, what could we be?


Weightless.
Nirvana.

we are clouds at sea

.

Jupiter's Eyes

Why must my busy mind meld my life so?
Be it such a curse,
to grow an opinion
on the wildest daydream
I had ever imagined?
Be it insane
to then, write a book
on the physically studied world
which I had began?

Maybe
when my spirit rebirths
through the eye of my inner being,
I will be a moth;
Free
as the energy
that I am.

Normal - Almost that

Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.

If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.

If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.

A Story of Love

I was thinking of you, darling.

Concocting a word, picture, story, a shape.

Something that in one handful, would tell you how much you mean to me.

But the word never comes,

the picture never starts,

and the story shapes up to be perfectly, you and I.

& I stand, staring at the blank page;

for cities of wishes and kind words could be spilled from these lips for days

but can never fit our storybook here on this flat blank page.

For, you see, you mean too much

for a word or a photo to complete

everything you mean to me,

everything we will grow to be.

Nothing could ever speak enough

so today, I will leave you with love.

The Nine to Five Writer

It is knowing this body must endure
something more than
a regular nine to five -
without flipping a lid.

No losing your temper,
feeling bad,
or relaxing
for eight hours,
every single day,
five days
mercilessly
in sequence
perpetually.

Though
fear not!
For, two days are rewarded.
Two days of
kind-of-stay-here-we-need-you-for-your-job-later
freedom.

So here is to Sunday,
Monday's ugly cousin.