Hides behind

Thinly veiled smiles

Talks of flowers

And knives

In the same stale breath

Envisions a death


Is Athena

Ethereal and yet – very real

Is her mirror’s favorite subject

And yet in her mind it rejects


Voice sounds like an angel

When its busy not sounding like a mongrel

Walk is a swift breeze

And is also an easy tease


Is a merciful vengeance

A heart’s cold resurgence

Runs away from affection

And yet longs for an aching affliction


Is a vessel brimming with hope

With who you have decided to elope

Doesn’t always swing both ways

But you will take your chance today


Is slowly moving away

To your heart’s dismay


Is looking at you

Like you are the new Taboo


Doesn’t want this dance

Was never hinting at a romance?


Wishes to unsee

The desperation for love that is – me





Perhaps love grows
In conversations
Or in smiles
Or in ambiguous persuasions

In my stupid mind
I first fall then rise
Ebbing and flowing in waves
Of dreamy sighs

And then on starry nights
Under the yellow lamp posts
I slowly give in
And abandon my unholy ghosts

The voices are quiet
For now
They await the slow destruction
Of the written word’s flow

They only know darkness
Found shadows
Under bright lights
And never let the night go

Perhaps now in the eternal sunshine
Of a mind sans blemishes
They slowly unravel
And surrender to the heart’s wishes

Tiny Notes

In my weird daily cosmos

There exist tiny pieces of yellow

One that thanks me for memories

Others that say I love you


Before you leave this room

Past the sea of unread notes

I wonder if they breathe at night

Sigh and smile like lovely ghosts


I read one and gaze ahead

The second I tape to my wall

Another lies etched in my dream

That’s the one that rules them all


It reads of promises

Of undying faith.

Whispers in the breeze

and takes my breath away…




I am the light

In the depth of the dark

I don’t pray for a nightmare

In the middle of a dream

But sometimes we need the darkness

For lights to stream


I am sometimes the beauty

Behind the sickly lies

Another push and I will be done

Another drink in me

And you will be the one

For sometimes we need

A million endings to begin

I am your tears

At the end of a tough day

I am also your smile

Blushing crimson in love

I thrive in the depths of your mind

Inside the folds of endless treasure troves

I cautiously breathe in

In the tiny air

It feels small

To be dreaming of life

Inside a tin box

I dream of eternity

Inside your clocks


This moment

I live I die

I breathe

I fly

I keep

Secrets in my dreams; in this moment

I let you in….




I will lurk in the shadows

Under the brazen sky

And in the depths of the night

I’ll raise you up high

I won’t attempt to rhyme my love

With fluffy dispassionate lies

And when my darkness descends upon me

I will let you be my light

I will not try to hold back

When I can let go

I will not overthink each word said

When I can smile and say thank you

When the roads are bleak

I will come around the bend

I will let you into my book of love

Held together with our souls as bookends

At the edge of our mortal time

I will hold your hand in mine

I will be fearless when facing gloom

And let you make me smile

I will laugh away anxiety

Dance without a rhythm

I promise to love myself first

Before I let you fall in

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She walks down the aisle

Surrounded by saints and angels alike

She smiles her knowing smile

And we cry overwhelmed when the vows are read

Under the faithful gaze of the moon

And the loving laughter of the stars

She takes his hand and swoons

To the beat of the hundred hearts

The roof is lit up with a thousand lights

Friends laughing at old stories

Never have I seen a night so bright

Burning up our beautiful glories

Tonight I raise my glass to them

Tonight I drink it down for hope

Tonight I dance to a new rhythm

Tonight I fall in love with the stars above

When the morning comes this way

We will remember tonight like a beautiful story

We saw a dream come true today

High upon on a mountain of revelry.


Books: Part 1


They stare at me

All hundreds of them

Awaiting my touch

Begging for a look in

Some have been around

For many years

Others walked in yesterday

Pouring into their fears

There were times when I slept

With a smile about the last word I read

There were times when there were tears

Flooding my dreamy bedspread

Now in the dark they weep

Some have lost all hope

They have locked the gates forever

And closed the windows to their souls


The big bright screens

The neon lights burning

Have led me away from

The beauty of a page’s turning

Like the obscurity of a tale

Lost in the “shadow of the wind”

I need to protect their souls

From the written word’s end

My yellow one whose soul I keep

Sits like an arrogant lover

For he has been living in my heart

From since before forever

I will keep the memory alive

Of the “smell of bitter almonds”

I will keep these hundred souls safe

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