Where They Lie

Seek her when the morning is misty and the sun is covered by the lonely grey clouds who hover over the earth in search of a friend

Seek him when the afternoon sun warms the earth and there is plenty to keep him from all dangers of the night

Seek her when the sun has fallen and depression seeks all; she looks to the stars for a companion but they send her none

Seek him when the morning has just come; watch him peacefully in bed without wonder

Seek them if you wish, with no connection between the two

Find Me

Come into the night
Feel my darkness
Come into the night
See my dreams
Come into the night
Hear my eyes talk of all that has come and passed

Come into the misty morning
Feel my cold touch
Come into the misty morning
See my dewy hair hang down below my eyes
Come into the misty morning
Hear my restless legs pass through the fields of desire

Black Eyes

The shadows are overwhelming
She comes in the night to eat his sores
They both know the cost of this feast

The shadows are overwhelming
He comes to listen and contribute to all that has been lost
They both know the cost of this symposium

The shadows are overwhelming
She, with glazed eyes, gazes at the damaged soul that lay before her
They both know the cost of this demise

The shadows are overwhelming
He looks upon dead eyes and reaches to close them
They both know the cost of this detriment

And the night consumes them both
The serrated teeth and the crunching of bones
The images only exist in their minds, but the reverberation and the echoes of silence

Oh the echoes are REAL

Day/Night Moon

I gaze upon the charming moon
His radiance warms my skin
His eyes peering at me from afar
I smile
He smiles

The light from your smile comes down
Piercing my soul
So beautiful

I gaze upon the sweet moon
His mystery makes my heart race
His smile consumes me
I blush
He blushes

The misty look you give comes down
Chilling my body
So thrilling

I gaze upon the honorable moon
His good heart makes me want to run
His graciousness has me
I fall
He falls

The goodness from your heart pours out
Feeling the love you feel for Him
So refreshing

I gaze upon the lovely moon
His distance makes me ill
His tears make my heart swell
I weep
He weeps

Flying Grounded

The blood is darkening
Pools of sangria and poignant blades of grass surround
Breezes kiss and depart
Thus is the reduced bird’s state

Words are just words
Lives are just lives
Remedies are found and unachievable
Reaching is only for those who can fly
Flying is the only aspiration
Forgetting how was effortless

Languid is the appearance
The appearance is ill fated
Ill fate is a hole and many birds with broken wings will fall
Drawing out is possible
Is it required?
Is it sought after?

Seek liberation and fly again

For Me

Water, do not stop for me
Water, stay clear not for me
Water, warm from the sun not for me

Breeze, pass through the grasses not for me
Breeze, cool the earth not for me
Breeze, kiss their faces not for me

Heart, love them not for me
Heart, shower them in sweet scenes of bliss not for me
Heart, calm their souls not for me

Heaven, keep bright not for me
Heaven, take all not for me
Heaven, bare all not for me

Thousands

She has only done this thousands of times
Painted herself with the colors of pale blues browns and deep purples
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?

She has only done this thousands of times
Filled herself with the anxiety and self loathing
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?

She has only done this thousands of times
Verbalized unworthy routes and verbs into actions
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?

Now covered in the stretches and bubbles she has bestowed upon herself,
She must move
She must break the cycle
She must stick with the agreement

She has only done this thousands of times
Attempted to fit in the shadow that has been traced
When will she reach transparent features?
When will she have the splendor she is seeking?

Day Break

Come day break I will be no more
I will have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness has swallowed me whole

Come day break there will be no sound
The sounds have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness is silencing

Come day break i will be no more

Silenced by breathlessness
No more to be heard
No more to be seen

Devoured and purged into the never ending darkness

Blossoms

Blossoms adore the Rain
The Rain enjoys nurturing the Blossoms
Blossoms desiccate to have Rain
Wither
Admit you care for the rain.
Admit it!
This is why you dry up
Oh you destructive fool!
Why must the Blossoms know not?
Only to dabble in the work of the evil sweltering sun
Blossoms have but a few days to live
The Blossoms have been taught
Train yourself!
Learn from the heat
Learn from the Rain
Learn from your own blossoms
Blossoms must learn to hurt
Blossoms must learn to live

Find You

Matthew 7:8
“For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”

Something we strive for
Something we long for
Something we hope for

Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one

Perceive the wisdom
Perceive the sanctity
Perceive the yearning

Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one

Celebrate the rush
Celebrate the sighs
Celebrate the meager

Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one