My eye is always open

I am

what once was lost

broken and afraid

the glory which belies the cost

the price that must be paid

Fractional changing of the air

first hint of winters thaw

sometimes here, sometimes there

a kiss from

a slavering maw

Storms which rage,

and flowers first bloom

the turning of the very last page

the bride, and her groom

hope, a sweetly sighing poem

the cold of this forgotten age

returning, again,

summer swoons oblique

amid the trappings of perfection,

perched above the breach

of seven sands a flame ignites,

shivers of esteem

permit a lapse in self possesion,

writhing with potential

sophic notes collect inured,

to obfuscate a yearning–

restless hips

a classic gait,

the soul resounds

a river rushes through this wild heart flooding equidistant points willing spilling hope into parched promises

I dug deep into the earth,

From its porous skin to its hardy pastures.

I tunneled through faults and crevices,

The imperfections of our foundation.

And just as above,

With ever falling depth

The air gives up,

Forfeiting the challenges of space.  

There is no real escape for the body,

Hence I shed my skin and pushed forward.

Towards the heat,

Towards the simmering rage of our constant existence,

Towards the slow churning wheels of flame,

That gives us a stable footing.

I wanted to find the core,

The driving force of our home.

And when I chanced upon it,

Jagged and torn through my ordeals,

The star kissed center,

At the reach of my weary self.

When I saw it,

With eyes consumed or slowly being eaten away

By its radiant immensity.

It was then I realized,

The true strength it takes,

To touch a heart.  

I watched it fade before

Unwavering in the sense that it was gone before I could catch it

I find it disconcerting that first times never last

I find it even more unfulfilling that I never want them to

Recollection of dates and faces

The sad eyes and unchanging expressions

It’s better to leave before you get left

Always better to be the first to pull back from the kiss

I loved once

Or thought I did

I can never be too sure but I learned my lesson and it tasted familiar

Almost like the absence of my father

I have a fear I’ll end up like my mother

Alone and wasted

Reaching for a bottle instead of redemption

obsessive urges

a mood tucked in blues

as my mind is running

with Hermes’ shoes

I pick up the pen to scream

I have no other means

to think in concrete

from emotions complete

and I stand

with hands behind my back

I hear the rain softly tapping on the window

As I slumber and continue to burrow

In my blankets, blocking the noise with my pillow

I can still hear your twinkling laugh, see you glow

And I can’t open my eyes yet and go

For in these fragments of dreams, I can make you stay

Make myself believe that you never say

Goodbye, and forget that fateful day

I come and go like the tides

and often times a lament of waves

washes me away

but I usually wash back up on the shoreline

somewhere down the coastline

I am a cast away

self-stranded debris of wreckage

lost to the ages long forgotten

I am no raft though

for I sink into the abyss

so do not cling to me

I will only pull you under like an undercurrent

leaving you gasping for air

water-lunged 

and gill-less

Get so good

At making lemonade

From life

That you never

Look at lemons

With anything but delight

Ask for other people’s lemons

Teach them how to squeeze

How to accept with open hands

How to reach for

The sweet

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he sidled up to her running his fingers across her arms and shoulders she shivered, said, get the lush off me

To an extend where I’m not feeling

Like it’s just the wind

Brushing on my arm

Will he ever be

Someone in my life

Rather than someone

I danced with

Alone at night

Like he’s there

Will I ever

Heal the bite wound

On my soul

That only spirits can give

Just a breeze