indigo cement

i am society's 

rustic widower;  indigo

cement with infinity wings.

determined palms will cross

over and tie into the other

worlds' freedom because i

am broken skins' dried 

breathing. lost in words

because the space was too

big for us. the i miss you

was too small for us.

 

sundried canopy

black bird in a night

sunrisen cloud; i see clearer

now that you are free. misspelled

contours of space and brick eyes

elevated our calligraphy hearts into

the knowing of grey scaled skies.

i am reminded to stay still and 

breathe slow towards you;

you, my magical utopia, you,

my sundried canopy.

repetition

first world memoir

anecdote to the very

stillness my tunnel veins 

collided with. surpassed

by the littles'  of her eyes

lay straight and die with

tired darks. stained with 

ancient trees and modest

stone we bridged the gapping 

war amongst the breeders 

and destroyers ; a dream

commit suicide in our laps.

and still, through and through

we compelled the linear and begged

for a subject to be broken into,

divided against, to the very

stillness my tunnel veins 

collided with.

freedom repetition. 

ocean in my drop

and i have given myself in whole

solids to you. serpents up

my chakras and down my

selfless moaning

lowers. i am strange to you

and stargazed to you and solitude

to you but still, you are filtered

through these mechanical walls

in me.

closed lips open keyboard 

empty literature and white all

around our lights; we are in it

we were always in it. poetry  

eyes open poetry eyes closes

nameless meditation silent

walled glory in mute falls.

seated in your temple i

open my wounds for one

last word. 

fearless warmth

minimizing disappearing fearing

nothing blacking everything. this

is how i am living this is how i am

dying this is how change is constantly

still with freedom writing and 

heartbeats crashing. 

i have written everything

in you and all that happened was 

the past; all i need is you.

i am letting go of all of the

yous’ that made me whole,

so that i can find you again

in the furthest earth song meant

for me to dance with that day.

i stand still; i am this

semi colon

invisible written

i am your fairy-tale silenced

in immortality; invisibly copy written.

written inside these walls for

the i in the universe, for the universe

in i. 

Magic

i  am opened face and clearly atoned

by other species grinding eyes our

solid way; i am placed in white’s

core and written in magic.

Peace

my one truth synopsis regards

my soul as one severed piece;

from where we left each other

and from where we found

this peace. folded intentions

were written here before

and tomorrow's patron 

dances free and surrendered.

we are taking lives beneath our

now.