oh won’t you compress me

tighten my limbs till they’re on the verge of breaking

while I try not to try not to try

presently absent or absently present

this slippery potential

bottle it up and drink it for dinner

and somebody pour the wine

while his passages — impossibly tender — slip their way past my devices

and caress my core

oh, loosen my world

syllables and suitors...

A tear fell before I was ready

How could something so small feel so heavy?

It’s cataclysmic.

Tears won’t listen…all discretion melts away

They beg to be felt.

They plead to be heard.

Show mercy — they’re carrying the weight of the world.

They lighten the pain.

They soften the hurt.

But lest this deceive you — they’ll rattle your earth....

Farewell, my almost lover

Goodbye, my almost prince

I gave my all in trying

And I’ve missed you ever since

Stay true, my faithful steward

And don’t let your hands rest

Bring steadiness and balance

To each soul enduring test

I’ll never stop believing

You’ll always drum your beat

Together we’ll continue

Though our eyes may never meet

A lesson worth the struggle

A blessing worth the pain

Farewel...

You’re steady but blinded to time and it’s vastness. Your unintentional indifference envelops my soul. Unaware of the receding divide that separates us, your constant drumbeat anchors my daydreams but misses see the reason I ever took flight.

I am invisible. My words clear, the meaning foggy. Isolated in your company. Perhaps the problem is in the grasping. If I did not try so desperately to brid...

you know those faint echoes of light

that hide behind closed eyelids,

extending the legacy of the bright

long after we’ve ceased to see it?

i want to be that for sunless souls —

a gentle, yet certain reminder of the golden,

elusive enough to make them open their eyes again

and realize that, though blinding,

it is worth it....

Wreathing my thoughts in a silver lace vine

This dream dawns it’s day ‘fore I even start mine

It gifts me a silly, impervious grin

And swears the world’s kinder that it’s ever been

My mind is all hazy…would this make him proud?

Of course I would tell him! No - never out loud!!

How could I remember the week, month or year

When it’s been a full day without him being near?

Cheeks glowing, steps ...

This feels like returning

Like coming back home

I can’t quite remember

The time I last came

Familiar as family

Yet distant as Rome

This moment’s a memory

I’ll strive to reclaim...

Memories make quite the telephone game

each time revisited, never the same.

We wistful dreamers valiantly whisper

Hopeful to paint a dependable picture

While those recollections that we hold most dear

Are glossed more times over with moony veneer

But shall we thus mourn the loss of the true

Or rather embrace writing history anew?

I guess to remember we must pay a price

Never to step in the sam...

Every retreat’s become your lair

Every hideaway your fortress

Omnipresent as air

Yet you’re blowing remorseless

Dodging your influence

I’ve held my breath blue

How gross to gasp for smog like you

Your echo rebounds

From each perceived crystal

My cavernous world

Too bare to absorb it

Look over my shoulder

To find your initials

Engraved in each moment,

And smearing my portrait

My eyes wor...

Becoming that on which it dwells,

My mind of clay carves deeper wells

As I begin to plead for you

To be its potter, through and through

My thoughts and feelings, do discern

And let your Word become my light

My reasonings please overturn

Examine me and make me bright

There’s happiness at your right hand

On grounds of mercy you allow

Your kingdom will forever stand

I’ll live in then and dream in...