Sometimes swollen from stress, she stifles a smile strained and scared to share some semblance of self-satisfaction.

Starts and stops string a song of life standing as a solitary sign, annoyingly stoic and submissive. A vast sea of sound is situated with only strangers strapped in their own seat; saddled with their own stride.

Surrounded with sterling chauffeurs; suffocated in a facade of sugar and spice. A day dream of circumstance contrasts who you thought you should be; sunbathed in shiny bronze of slippery skin.

Something surreal sifted slowly into the psychosomatic reality of sweet truth. A shift of self-discovery and consideration of something sinuously beautiful, even if aloof with stubborn scandals that skip along a sidewalk of surrendered seams of hope.

Saturated with tears, a soul swallows strands of soft string; styled for she that would embrace her strength and let go of the sinister sense of succumbing to a stagnant strangulation of self.

Stars streak through a scattered sky. A stern lip stings with a piercing slip of spiked tongue; split with spite. Sand drains through steep cylinders of scoured time while you shout at the top of your lungs scratching for something simple.

Screaming into silence where only shit moves in the bowels of your social media. Certain sob stories shall sink in making way for a strapping scheme of survival, The surface is smooth as the sinking moon, astounded by the sun that celebrates.

Stealthy silhouette slinks into shadows of insanity; swept into smithereens, a sultry tone smells of salty slang. Certainly.

Dichotomy of Desire

walking down a path alone

birds faint in the distance

me with broken wings lagging behind

I wonder

who could relate

who could want this

there are other times

lost to memory alone

reminds me of that movie

power surge invades my soul

something is amiss

the energy is wrong

heavy in thoughts

there is no hand to hold

no argument to spar

it is only the stillness

and quiet in between

possession takes hold

space swells with anxiety

like a room filling with water

pushing air

into smaller cubes I crawl

still wondering how

a desperate plea

dying in the visualization

of what should be

the house creaks

eerily waiting

what if circuits don’t return

everything is cast in doubt

waiting in condemnation

legs are heavy and tired

pushing circulation

I can feel it

what is insurance

how can anything be quantified

or qualified to aspire

a value of something more

superficial wealth designed

to carry our ideals

who are you

where have you gotten to

are your eyes still blind to beauty

am I cursed with blissful wonder

how can so much of the world

reside with lists of regret

I want to hold you

in arms of passion

and light that clears

the shadows of my heart

but the world has gone

like Romeo and Juliet

Morning Moon (revised)

Moonlight dipped in through my window washing the cracks in my dream

You were there beside me

Soon, the day would relish another cycle of dawn

Empty spaces lend purpose to reconcile

The cat knows and prances down the hall

Music catches time and dances with the wisp of shadows that flee

My day is now and I know not what the day brings

But I am powered with curiosity and change

Purpose is instilled and chaos will not have the better of me

Fingers tap lightly with a musing captured

Garbage trucks groan outside pulling into and sifting our trash

Celebration lost can be found in the snow covered hills

Coffee and toast is what it has come to

Warm water will wash over me as the light of the moon

Random You

You are always there
on pages of the day
mixed emoticons
dancing art

remain hidden
been too long
to disappoint

faint Robin blue
meanders the skyline
with tenderness

my tongue is lost with a bajillion thoughts
like a bowl of day-old ramen
collecting the universe

rain will turn someday
but not before I am drenched
and drunk with passion

the moon is for the harvest
as the light of your soul
enlightens my path
hands tremble

the idea of hitting send
stops me with self-affliction
like concrete walls
crumbled plaster

you are my friend
that accepts with kindness
a soul not yours to keep

a petal of blue streaks with white
there is nothing left but the night
knowing it will not last
pacing time

who is it that cares
what would be revealed
when will it be known
where will the heart be
how can one be certain
why does it matter

amazing and pure
this time will heal
whole sky with bright love
and open eyes to see

There is no pace with this
lines are random
as pondering thoughts
in the rough backdrop
of a day gone dark
but a far away glow
as moonlight drapes

an ankle dangles
without a care
or place to be
right here

is it not but anything that could be
Sense is something overcome with beauty
heartbeat does not distinguish
from that which hurts
it loves what it loves
pure throughout

but you are my friend
I will strive to give reason for it
to live with humility and grace
respect and love
no judgment
humor a must

you know?