tap into inside

tap into inside me
and when i reach over to
pick up your dance from
the thin air your angry created
i will subtle your tides and confront
my enemy; my indigo turned black.


black nails scratching against
a repetitive wall where the
steal handles once seated my
salt-water tears;
now i bleed nothing reds and
i forgive each skin as it falls off-
falls free from freedom free of its'
word free from this writing
this word that i feel.


nourish my back as i breathe you
in as i breathe her out as i
welcome them here as i pronounce
their death as i open your heart
as i close my wounds as i live to die
daily as i free my daylight eyes
and close them for the first time,
into a last-time black.
blank.
empty; omniscience.

cultured skin

dripping antiques
off my fingertips and into
your black ballad of tears;
I created a culture in your
seams of appreciation and
lost laced leaves while i
was digging for truth.

and unto me you fluttered
your desperate wings of
curated beliefs and nutty clouds
all packed into an eyelid ;
closed for the seasons.

inside of you i find our meaning
and if you come closer to this blue
i fear your omniscient opal
thoughts will die in a drowned
temptation of fury and delightful
curiosity. wagon of dreams
sweetened with a fractioned pear.

inside of me.

can i need

can i need you more
than thin tan lines across
our garden of course forevers;
where empties and heartbeats
collide.

where i am; a this in the salvation of
our morning elbow dance and
fight to free my intentions into
space.

the mystery of this life

underlined once again with

a repetition and tear falling

in between the word an its'

rhyme.

so I walk away and hug a solitude

air born memory; goodbye tomorrow

I will never hold your forever again.

I will forever space out these capital i's

and always miss these 

distant eyes.

 

separated skies

when we were born
the skies parted and made
a velvet valley for cried in rivers
and monogamous rain.


vague nerves attend our
funeral as we wash your dried leaves
of inspiration off our memory;
you held our dreams and sewed
them to our today. masked the
ether into an omniscient bird
song we leaped into your faithful trunk
and redeemed ourselves onto
your tired arms; thank you for
your magic.
the dream was looking down on
you the day you separated
our skies.

nude water

i know you now
more than ever there
is no we; you are everywhere
and everything i ever wanted.
beneath my black wishes i found
thin lines on my laughter and foreign
decaying prolonged my growing toward
you. and that was why we could not move
this is why we will not stand alone.
i removed my heart and placed it on
my temporary branches leaning behind
our cold feet.
dare me to fly without you
because  i won't move
i am no longer waiting for our vedas
to rewrite freedom.

 

 

medicne

magic. magik;
medicinal throats
lumped together with
indigo future's and
black pasts.


my shadow was your
how to- the anxious mornings
we died in us we breathed in
our numb.


tombs of unopened
red capsules waiting for
blood to pour over our damned
walls and crated fears;
crated regrets of created
here and nows'.

ceramic limbs

just as it was;
alone greys with popular
tears.
you let your breathing die
inside you and instead i chose
the capital eye.
wash away with me in difficult
times we went straight towards the
isolated narrow between us ;
how magical it would be to
stare our freedom away in
store our own lives in harmonious
spines.
indian indigo; indiginous
freedom.

 

torn

torn apart for my eyes to see
for my strength to bleed
powerless over yours;
dusted tears remembering.

i will begin and end where our
laugh lines connected where
the lines of laughter
were ours alone.

then distance woke up from
her long term relationship and
our marriage behind brick
and soft stars; I wished upon
your dry ready hands and together
we are never
apart. we are torn
together in this space
between us;
forever kisses .

 

 

cut open

cut open across our faded facial
metamorphosis we realign ourselves
with the dormant presses of a
lost and found smile; a dream worth
dreaming for.

broken angel wings cover
my eyes and beg my future
for forgiveness . i told you a
story and you blamed me for
crying dry years of dark matter.

i spoke too early and
spirited away too late...

condemned air

that i breathe in and out
that you brought back and
forth and our chairs grew
strong but our legs
ran free.


this is the story of
us; our separate
us.


these gaps are the
fulfillment voids that
each master created when
they believed in our
opaque eyes and velvet
heart beats. beats of
heart and shifts from your
every bodily movement;
in and out.


black chair waiting for my
collaboration of indigo
and disruptive laugh lines
to suddenly my
memory.

starting with his adolecent beard

and ending off with your
cold hands and subtle
streaks of pain and old
fairytales, i am condemned
by our knowledge and
distance from each passing
enslaved rainbow.


i remove shackles on
my daily and my memory
is inside your prayer hands
and my lit up temples.
bodily fluid is running out
of places to run to so i will
let it puddle my whole
into a state; golden
nuggets in the smallest
unit of existence
fair with poison and
healing.

my way

written before i imagine
you here where you were
always meant to be.
samples to plea about
our us and in this abyss we
correlate each other's laugh
lines with our unsteady
aura towers.
a meaningful flute with eyes
flying by our sonata while
forgetting its' core destination.
sometimes, we fall apart and always
we are on that same bridge
where brokens and togethers
are irrelevant to the space
between us that never
exists.

patient waves

i only needed one
breathe from you and
intuition took
precedence over my
waiting.
an indigo wing shattered
my blind eyes and drove
the shadows of our dusted
limbs far and apart and
amidst the surrendered
mouthfuls of words;
the next line.

then one day i
dreamt her dreams and
the cloud clothes to sunrise
so that i could behold
the forbidden truth of
her.

some kind of new darks

longer than expected i glorify
in your distance and
hide through the black new
where delusional mermaids
sing across their ambient
blue ribs and course multiplied
hair falls.


i will turn to water and
vocabulary's lovers will
define my eyes in ruins and
perfect omniscience.


i will become golden
in your dessert
and manifest this dream
into white paper and
unspoken calligraphy.

latitude breathing

and never go back
to backwards accents.
let's prize our heartfelt
empties into accidental
bleeding walls. let's lose our
intentions and regain the rained
on smiles. determined to
hide under your inspired night
sky i have already begun to font
your beautiful breathing;
my oneness to life.

my spaces between
holding my breathing you
in
and out.

 

 

alignment

i asked and
you turned your selfish
grey sheets away and
plagued the walls
with dirt and stories
instead; i rather lay here
than lie with you.


i learned to forgive my
unstructured spine to let
it stream away with
my last tears of the first
time we danced under
the skyline of us.


we nurtured the library walls
as they whispered identity
and lyrics; storms and
bravery.


from that day forward i
behold this treasure of
warm slanted eyes and
copper filled magic.


keep me until i tell
you i want more.


than let me go into
the rain that dropped
this few moments
ago

magic to magick

because before us there
was a hole emptied out
and dug on purpose
by the universe's will.


determined to catch
you on time and
give your peace eyes
to my untamed magic.


then you came into
our suns and moons
and magick started
singing to us while you
danced your waves of fearless
wings across our oceans
and untouched seas.


i am me for their eyes
i am me for their eyes


i am a magick entrepreneur
i am a lower case poet
i am selfless love and
i cry their cries.

you cast a spell

on my spine and i will
never forget the first
time
i laid on my clouds
and you were right there
to catch my eyelashes
from drowning.


remember when you
poised on my bottom
grounds and all we could
hear was pain disappearing?
your young eyes full with
redemption and hope and
willingness to be here
right now
right now
inside the moments filled
with him and me and her.


galloping ear ends flying
the world angry hunger;
away.
just you and us. us and
you we are forever in your
peace home. you are the home
we craved in spaces we died
in.


i close my eyes and pray for
your lopsided glory because
you always find your us in
you , your us is who we have
become for this matrimony
to heaven as long as you
carry our hearts in your
run your joy your
closed hugging eyes
and your protection
of her.


heaven knows and
i don't know- even i
don't know.


but till death do us
part does not exist
because you are the soul
of us you are the soul
of these stoned dreams
and lucid sheltered slants
upon our
sleepless sheets.


stay here stay now and
we will be your forever,
forever.

jade chakra

and among her fortress
helium eyes filled with
dry water starved from
black words and destroyed
palms. we will protect ourselves
and we will never ignore this
pain these scars and those
feathered pregnancies.

in this real I am underlined

with a think black distorted

strength. subtle to my posture

i am awoken again with your

jade i am free in my skins'

dreams for more for the flight

for the lucidity of moon pale

wandering and lust for

us in us.

lust in us for the love in

these pages that i keep losing

keep remembering and keep

living through.

jade chakra; you are mine and

i am yours.

the pen rained pain

and of all the seamstresses in the
world this paper was the only
one that didn't tear its lean
poetic arms.


worded in a different window
of rainbow fluids large
enough to open my arms
and close my opal crown;
define my resisting core
scratched of my half-opened
eye.


awaken my whole with your
grey clouded shatters and
disappear with us in whole
hearted emptiness strides.


shredded vocabulary
where this place is all
i have to call a homeless
departure.

before we get there

setting my ideas in

your entire species of eye;

a realization that carries my

jailed rain for its' own infinite.

our moments have been 

un-broken and although

we are drinking each other's dry

words we cannot help but disappear

in the paragraphs'  undoing.

the knowledge of our freedom

desperately titling our peace

into mystic prey.
 

inside your heartache

it comes from a place far

inside your heartache and 

mustache of societies illegal bends

are sporadic against my barley breathing

chest. back to that place i

encouraged the dust to blind my eyes

and the mystical bath of superficial

beliefs that set goals for my indigo skies;

magik continuity in each strand of

whimsical hair-like winds. 

your wisdom abides the florescent

path my limbs fall fearless to.

they say i cant see clearly

but clarity came through that

dark path i found you at the end of.

summer rains and raining and rain 

and the rained on escorts along my spine 

pray with my souls' feet and run with

my confident, no longer stagnant

neck. my neck reaches far beyond

those poems your eyes your planet

your evolution brought me. 

i declare war on my indigenous

vertigo thoughts that live behind

the last memory of us;

i no longer am your slave.

I declare an apocalypse on truth's

thrust against our skin upon

our veins and inside our bloody

dance. soul dance that

finally hears the music without

the noise. 

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.

 

 

us in back pieces

colliding into my

fingers;desperate

nuances of my tethering 

soul. pieced by perfection

and stomached by an ordinary

disease- i was the one who

fathomed your real.

i

was

the

one

who determined our

velocity from past healed

goddesses to near moon

temptress. 

abide and bide down

by our river ripples

aligned destroyed

and re-purposed for our

dash between our lit

moods. 

laminate lips seduced

the ocean she birthed

our existence in;

and all the while we

want less we want more

we want us back.

 

 

hawk eyed spine

radiant blue eyed tiger
come hone me in your 
broken tiled bliss:
we are filled with fairy-tails
and hidden by truth and
lies in facts.
come dance with my 
left footed rain and disappear
when i catch your indigo
flies.

stubborn your knees upon my
structured clouds as i break
free from the sun within;
i am your thunder goddess
and i pray to the moon.

i glide by the winded spines
your meditative growth
provided me with.
a slow death of births
untitled and unforgiving
hawk eyed freedom. 

filtered matte paper hearts

bleeding zero intentions
and whole of my magics
i loved you before I married
the idol truths.
salutations abrupt our sideway
morals and a little wing flew by
with telepathic breathes.

stipulated in art;
my home is your peace.

cosmic resistance

with the wrong title;

i cover my book with 

your past in solidarity.

rivers beneath my platform 

sanctuary beneath my

alter undefined 

so much of me has gone by into withering and

stained weaknesses hither 

his falling apart pain;

i am always here to

catch us.

 

your beast inspiration

cultivated by the truth your 

beast inside roars with ambiguity 

And strength; fight for the unknown 

opaque behind me. prepared to solitude 

my drunken drumbeat unto you knowing 

why.

windows of blood and black memory fade; then the singular rising sun.

 

sandpaper home

i memory you and deceived

my left arm; ink penetrated my

metal destruction once again.

i can break waters in your heart

I can break waters in your dead

viens and feel the burn off your

eyes. leopard eyes.

storm set tilts in our

married membranes;

in a sandpaper home

we made a house.

coveted feet

waiting so long to hold you and
demised by my own glory,
we never stopped to sip the
lotus off our backs.

subsequent freedom lasers

felt apart felt free felt a paper 

cut on their hair and slowed down

their breathing. sublime poverty in

the roots of these ancestral trees and

fire off my bare neck is spiralling down a bolder soul;

my howling.

i said i was your writer;

i am in love with your

empty.

 

blue moon again

where we left off in kindred

heartbreak; forgive me, blue moon.

nothingness into apparatus of our 

euphoric salutations to the sunrise

and sunsets of our old membranes 

and darkness clouds. i grieve your

brightens and define your yellow

chakra. believe me and we can

finale a fire spirit dance upon

my blades of dilluted veined leaves.

a blue moon kiss.

again.

 

cosmic latitude

glass in my curves and stale eyes

tipsy with thrifty betrothed tears.

come on to me and dance while the hair

off my crown tilts into your dimension.

synergy fists bleeding through stoned

spines; illuminate and break freedom

into my undone omnipresent.

i call this the cosmic latitude 

i call on the cosmic latitude 

i am in yours and you are mine.

 

 

black silk feathers

followed my swollen chest

and it sleeps beside my rained on

window. subtlety washed away

my concrete tears with crowned

black shadows define who i 

want to be. 

breathe me in stale 

me out and break all the skins off

my black and whitened sketches;

bleed blue bleed blue bleed a sky

blue sky.

 

how i see you

less and more about the lies in

these dreams. it pushes my

Integrity into a box names

"she lives here". maybe i have

drowned already but into her

ego i become one with

the spaces of blue.

 

peace tattoo

writer of all things small;

i take my time with you and

cry unevenly. 

if there are trees that breathed upon

your subtle hair then let my neck 

retire, let me into your soul, whole.

pieces into one love affair of

shattered waitings for forevers

have started to appear on

our vacant walls.

we need more.

torn down to frowns with peeled

distances from every colored

shadow we defined; we 

decided to dance, so lets

fly.

colourless grief

colorful memories colourless handwriting; smaller dreams with distant heartbeats.

rolled into pieces and covered

with real course skin;

we abide by our truths and

sustain each fallen eyelash.

i am the sudden in your breathing 

particle dusted with velvet grief.

touch me in my pieces and

watch my feathers take off 

with my life long kiss.

lips.

 

 

memoir memories

in memories we sit. we sit in a memoir of

our only true elevation and wonder why

the breeze below us;

is below us.

 

he watched the silver as the sun washed his

free lined appearance shrivel in the lit concrete

street; he bent over praying for more glory in

a moments’ day.

lay with me till we die in empty skies.

see the walls around us and

close your eyes to their demise.

 

moon hands

the sun shines and my hands labor
childish pain. come through my
fingers and lets bleed for forty
days. unopened tongues await
destiny's strokes of wisdom;
cages that made benevolent
serpents fall asleep.

i am global in our love.

the universe is so small
with you in my canvas and
your paint brush strokes my skin
and i release gold.

i release.

further galleries
alluding to my aftertaste
and your serene becomes
my tall taste.
feeling your soul through
this cosmic comfort,
i am spirit running free
against your tired proportion
of our perfect
opaque scene.

i wake up with you; for you.

reading walls

together in watering snowfalls
we are deemed together: stapled
by windows. bordered with
crescent lips and moon eyes
the skin between is creeping upon
our writing.i stand still amongst
this big and small; the walls beneath
the floors are colliding into
my breathing.

words; how i missed you.

so I guess you were there

in the shadows of bold thoughts

and scarred windows. under that

disrespected willow tree my mum

hurries underneath my wool cloak;

shadows of my her.

so i breath abruptly and dillute your

winter with a fresh broken cloud and

hurried neptune green.

i want a slow branched story 

tucked underneath 

my rustic wings so that i may

fly as soon as i close the last 

page of my disaster.

 

distracted stars

i am experienced and

i am an anomaly of distracted stars.

settled and crippled and delusional

in your logic. ropes across our

foreheads and plastic dreams

are worth it no more.

subject me in your verbs;

i live better this way.

 

live faces

i have listened to your gems hidden between

your subtle lashes and lowering our heads

now will never fall apart. disappointed trees 

drowning in forgotten ethereal limbs while

we sit and stare at this broken bricked clock.

i can track your resentment and treat your 

gold with fairy dusted psalms; i will read to

you slow and listen to you strong.

 

dry wrists

around my wrists dry moisture of what was before

the smearing of ashes spread across your sky

i am deliberate in these words and i have forgotten 

how to be subtle in your vacant

eyes; remembering our canvas

on oil and knuckle sand.

 

full broken moons

i am officially on to your specs;
each and every star broken
masterpiece your fingertips
have wised. fever- driven
escapades dreaming in a
dreary synonym provided me
with her tiny inspiration.

i can space out my thoughts
but then i will never find you
in my truth; i hope you will understand
my black and white before the
full moon approaches our window
again.

 

more than forbidden

ok; i will keep trying

in your white oasis till you

abide by my rules. broken 

chained, back and forth

rules. more than we ever

are forbidden to dream with;

solitude palms.

awake with military 

eyes at the back

of our paragraph in the middle of

this sentence. when can i

start ordering backwards 

and leaning forward on your 

intention ; i am hungry.

 

 

silk windows

catch my fall and watch as

i fail to release my air;

distance never pleases me.

lectican mornings capped with

forgotten tears and all i ever

 saw was the black; all i ever see

is empty. spiralled frustrations 

delegate my stapled eyes and

torn- apart magic figures me

away. we are altered in ways

that define our deformities and

pressed on to silk windows we

are an abstract us with more

than light.

 

storm

let the rain catch our deformed

strands of love while we anticipate

longer waits. we waited long

enough so let's not wait anymore;

we waited for nothing.

let's run in our open clouds and dance

atop their morning rained on beads;

drifting and alone the pearls are

rolling free. where i and you miss

the rain, that is where the rainbow

feeds off us. this is where i will lay 

down our lies of us and awake

the storms of our real.