you are me. i am you.

you are me. i am you.
was on your windows and your
magic came with ether arms and
clouded grey hair;
dancing against the rained on
stars so far we can taste its'
pregnant future.

your eyes can conquer
war your eyes have healed
my wandering ; your eyes
have pierced me whole
to hold on to innocence
in freedom.

i am mother because of you
i am soldered in armies of pain
and fight hard for your time fight
hard for your fine lines fight
harder and harder and will never
give up.
i am a me, because of you.

 

 

filtered angels

wings torn apart

from my eyes and withered away

mornings are velocities smoldering

wind. broken windows are shattering

but we can't hear it anymore

we can't hear them anymore.

scratches make me whole and broken pieces

eventually tell our story;

brave little sharpened tears who

fell apart when 

we fell in love.

they have eyes they have spirit they

feel suede imaginations

they feel rained on rubble

they feel travelling sun rays 

they feel the cripple the crippled grass

beneath their limbs.

they smell the rustic air and breathe

in and breathe out 

and breathe in and

breathe out.

they feel our passion

for their eyes.

and i stand still for

them. and i stand still for

the freedom of the

speechless. 

 

 

just i

learn you without
concentration. without thunder without
roaring window eyes; without stapled careless
feet. whispers colliding down the my spine
all the while your rainbows kept disappearing.
broken down to feel you
broken down to feel them
broken to Whole my truths
in pieces
i learn you.

 

 

tangled thrift stoned eyes

longer thrifts and deeper
lives im no longer hiding
your simplified shadows with
carnivores paint.
a poem.
the end of it;
a pilgrimage among white anecdotes
laughing on the same line.
different voices are behind us and
solidarity salutes my left
wrists courage;
sweetened dates with
meaningful wings
that I no longer carry
that carry me longer.

 

 

textured complaints

filled with vibrating
partitions from where we
first met on that cold solid
black night compliant and
over compensated with
truth and golden rain.

clouds are drafts of heightened
proposals continual purposes
of capital smiles and lower case tears.
captured centipede malignancy
frightened to share it's long
see-through dreams.

a draft cloud ; us.