You walk by Swallowing the sky, Where it’s not at And neither am I.   Lick my wounds Where overhang, The bloodless battle Whose victory rang.   My thoughts I’ve squandered Where no one hears, Pain is so silent - Grant me your tears.   Laugh at me Whilst I might try, And though it’s cruel, Could you care why?   Look at me, As I am bound To your ignorance, You’ve not yet found.   Touch my eyes That blankets emptiness, And g...

All of my sensualism is espoused To the drowning waters that swarm any soul, That soak in those pitiful splendors.   Flourishing inside, the color that is me; While the garden’s evening flowers Bloom, without anyone to pick them.   But descending from spring’s green fire Is a dropping off of every cherry petal, Falling hopelessly into the winds of oblivion.

There was a meadow, where I would chase through, Where emerald blades, welcome, fulfilled Butterflies and I, who’d always pursue; Driven by the thoughts, not yet stilled.   The springs of my needs abound so lonely; From your short breaths, I’d felt a voice, But empathy is lost, in the jars, where they’re only - The way I kept you, for I had no choice.   As I think in the shade of my next ordained flight, Beneath me, your...

In the Apollonian and Dionysian abodes I hear nuances that are never implied how be they insipid to the empty eye   Then my fingers disintegrate into its silent voices and I find Being the sanctuary where the wave of a wing is so very fertile in its demonic syncopation   Like the harmony of the stars that reign all wonder which dares to ponder the very majesty of their charcoal infinity   For feelings are only feelings an...

so supple yet so omnipotent doesn’t it scare you mouth wide open perked and ready nostrils juicing with hazy changes as I live through the sparkling seasons of wintry livids through crude crimsons to pleasant purples baking on the tip where I am dying in the oyster darkness whose stem is the source of a river that flows in blood and wine that speaks to me in a Spanish melody that murders the silence of our eyes in your ey...

To another era I travel In pursuit of all principle. Who knows what will unravel When finally, I reach the temple, Where all purpose is encapsulated In its dome of the all meaningful. The last frontiers, now contaminated From happenings, in the last life, full. Hopefully, before I’m obliterated I’ll contain what’s worth being.   Now I visit the razor whipping through of organdy and flesh, For the glory and gift of a lily...

My thoughts of you are always a lost battleground, For poetry is a truth found not in the ordinary woman. A decade I’ve emptied, a lifetime I’ll explore and abound Against each season’s tempest, glaze and sun, Until I embrace the glimmer of glory profound. In each priceless moment, a meander has just begun.   What is it a marvel possesses that enkindles such wonder? A spiritual momentum enthroned in every mind; Who looks...