the story of dreams

i never created it,

it became me and in a deeper

than usual menu of paralysis 

i broke the lifted petals into

even more brilliant pieces.

uncertainty calms our demise

spread over in thin layers

of insomnia;
the pointed windows 

to sex remains open closed and

open; in that, again,
a mural.

i am a human on a mountain
waiting for our humans
waiting for the same breath.
cross-legged and turned
to ice rather than my
beatless heart.

smoke of our fires
have killed us and in
our 9th life we are still
not home.

bodies are discriminating into
longer arms and shorter souls
but we never chased the rain
away;
we never once told the rain
to stop breathing.

we sacrificed and
died a dry talented
lie of a life with pink lips
and 6th senses.

copper lit hair

vanished among our braided
future we fear
to unravel and let
breath of our neptunes
in.

i am a soaking air of
knowing and by and
by i am still. i am distilled
in this water of grief where there
is no beginning middle
or end. just an end an
end and a copper lit
end. i weave into her quilt
whilst she tumbles empties
down her rustic slacks;
defined ribs for one
purposeful opening.

waiting for a blossom
covered in cherry paint
and no one will ever
see what i saw
today.

just the hanging
words on these white
flavored
empty pages.
one by one
and end
by non.

sky cycle

salutations to our red
bonfire pitted
at the root of my growth;
yes, i am growing out my dead
limbs since they are too
weak to shed on their own.

i think i have sabotaged
my angle that fit us
before it pitted our empty
space. it was as easy as
this guarded embroidery
polished down my
sacred bloody
whimsical
nothingness.

it flew by us as
we had hoped it
would.
her abused arms
straggling across
the crescent moon
filled with black
shadow smiles
and safely adorned
our
again birth.

violin petals

scratched surfaces dissolved

in a solitary good. i was not aware
of how deepened our void had
become; until i awoke in an underground
ceramic pot with earth choking inside
my throat.

i am aware inside this crude melody
where blue love nestles between our
knowing departures.
where closed homes have
moved; i am moving houses on this
crescent water moon. 

tread light on my fallen water
with open thighs i pull the portal
over my back down my wings
over our break
and down our whole.

love captures us;
again in deeper
earth. 
dry and delirious,
delicious 
earth. 

ripped healing

ripped blades and

cursing tongues screaming 

for a burden to be held on to;

become the watching of
everything we let slide
beneath the lit waterfalls
of a mimicked moon
of unsweetened honey
moonhoney
honeymood;
lets call a name
a past.

i am a dreamer without spaces
boundaries and reasons to stomp
my heals.
i am fortune i am grace
and the neglectful burgundy
blood in between

i am up side down
and iv'e felt you
in my gone
gravity

later

i am aligned to your lunar eyes

purple tongue and yesterdays 

tears; let us go to letting 

go.

i do not want this cellophane
wrap curdling my already
broken limbs;
let me break free.

remove these shiny metals
off my skin i wanna dance
with the many moon's moods.
fabricate my eyes all you want
because when i close them
indigo shadows bring me
back to life.

cocooned with hand-me-down
coconut sauce; her smiles are
determined as the stars tonight.

so again, i am going to have to
have you no more.
me
more
more of
me.

give my mending wings
more air to breathe....

margins

to start crafting our escape 

and stealing our homes

while escaping our furthest

veins; the withering magic 

dusted with melancholy blue.

I wonder what his passionate 

arks do with my hurt.

that passionate stranger that

saw through my second finger

lining.

cleaner substitutes of layers 

and layers of clay nerves;

awaiting the dawn of

letters to my younger 

self.

catch me while I'm falling 

then be sure to hold me

in my own dented grief;

for it is i who

sleeps on his

kind blue hands.

dried tree

filtered by grief and in

a mountain sphere i am

withering along your 

removed corpse;

feather puncturing my

unreasonable spine 

i am a flavor to this

version of skies.

dark necks throbbing 

above another galactic 

star;

where i am moonlit 

in your classic 

intentions.

lowered chi

abdominal truths
penetrating our

empty pages

collaborating with

a liquid truth;

i am condoned

by your bold text

and void of wireless

blood.

i wonder why i never wandered
before. why i never stopped to
ask us why the ground beneath
us turned into fast collarbone
paths to the unknown and
unintended.

meditating with metal
hands and heavy chords
in my veins;
singing black nails
and deep masked exhales
leave me behind me.

a lower back torso
is watching over my
plastic as i unveil the deep
skin scars further
and further away from
you.

far in parts

where you and i collide in
a galactic beaded night.

where the sighs of our ancient
moons will release a damp
memory over our shoulders;
we exhale stars and
deplete in their void.

i share my music
with the world before this
one. i am amplified in the
omniscient rubber of our
earths' latency.

you hid beneath me
and under me at the same
time. you fly above me
and over me during our
last cries- apart.

i die daily in you in us in me
in an underground ball
filled with our
dead.

bat wings

fluttering up my dark spine
and flying under my insomnia
and when life threw curve balls
at me I moved away;
i am learning to play now
in soft fading moons i am
sleeping awake.

“One of the most fascinating insights by the remarkable poet William Wordsworth, is the natural revelation of the divine that surrounds us in childhood, which every child breathes in and is surrounded by all the time, and knows without knowing. Natural mysticism is the environment of childhood; it is what nurtures us. The child is exposed to the cosmic revelation from birth and infancy. This is the child’s world, a world that has a fresh, magical, numinous quality. For Wordsworth, children are born as nature mystics. They approach the divine, and are approached and enveloped by the divine reality, through the natural world. It is the medium through which they experience and process their religious experiences; it is their teacher, friend, and constant companion, the source of wisdom, value, and enthusiasm. They see all of life through this timeless mother before everything is interpreted for them in the categories of others."Wayne Teasdale 

fly through the nights my

light angel

and never, ever

land. 

majestic

light waters
held a dream together
and the it
left the illusion
alone; for once.

deliberate like rain
on our cloudy backs
were the feverishly high
antelopes of tightly
dried out poetic
knots.

metal hands hidden with
cognitive storms peeling
apart to break free on our
ripped nerves just waiting
to be itched.

diluted with soft
metal hands i am
praying with your
back's small intentions.
i am praying
with my back against
your distance.

we live in moon storms
and our hair is on a fire
that sings peace to
our semantics.
our home is filled
with unopened
windows but
i still feel safe
inside your
wild deft night
arms.

moon mascara

i only see her in that
way; he only sees me
through is abdominal
pains and never through
his fingertips.
see-through glass running
with mirrors so abrupt i
can taste the salt
off my self induced
wounds:womb of my
effortless fear
i do not need, i want
i do not listen, i see and
i feel the cradle
of soft hands that weld
me clean
in my moon
lit stars.

tree massacre

boiled masks jet-lagged
with anger and the
leaves growing off
my fists are damp;
crowded with fallen
spaces.

there is a spaceship
overcrowding our
growth so we have
nothing to live
for.

abused for a meaningful
awareness of neglect
and strong perfume
off his stagnant
throat.

i am sorry.
but i could
never be your
void of
the space between
us.

i am bold
to lie with you
and lye to you.

in moonlight

we come with
lavender hands ready
for the morning of rain'd
on summer.

a fawn ran across my forearm
and rested beside my cracked
wrists; a tattoo of us was
supposed to have bled there.
i created a label for you
and wore it deaf while
i had the chance. copper
dancers distracted with
butterflies and open viruses;
i am detected so i fall free.

take a swim with me and
let us encounter the storm
of marble seas. the sea in
which you and i will
marry again- our
timeless disappointments.

the stone

fit into the palm of my
eyes and the torso of
my blindness has woken.

waterfall desks lubricated
with dehydration and
blood pressures we no
longer can feel.

i was never good enough
for fire and i am further
than most of our
dreams. terminal plaque
covered with solids of
our hearts beating,
breaking slow.

we are here to prescribe
each other into
the other. yet, we
are flavored
vampires accustomed
to the dying days.

we are just a lisp in
the ocean wave;
a soul found by the
little smiles of kindergarten
sand.

the rain changed

so did the direction of
our stars and the crooked
tires of the black cycle
that is now apart. a part
of the sky.

juggle me whole while
our disconnected lashes
comb finely through the
long of
suicides neck. 

i thought we were cages
but we just forgot to
pull in our wing ended
fairy tale. a fine tale of
taupe fairies in diluted
with innocence, hair.
we got caught with
the wires wide
closed.

black ice rigid with
fearless light and hopeful
tears; our faces will glisten as
we stare at our stars;
in the morning
moon.

post cries

no further actions were
allowed and to be taken
away from our empathy.

we had to bleed clear
water.

no one would ever
find our transparency
to be kind, nor dead.

clear blue rips break apart
for our crevices and in silence
we are looking through old
tower walls
and looking glass
torn walls.

lets barn wood
our eyes and make room for
less fear. i can be your victim
and you,
you can melt into
the serpents divine
spine.

the war between us lasted
longer than the seasons
could lay down with us.
we sleep while the
sky waits
still.

and yet we remain
quite as a
skull

"your're made of solid and i'm made of liquid trust"

tryst with God and
in this white we
are objects of linear
magick. lets
deserve each other's
fighting limbs again
and finger the cracks
we fell apart in;
learn from the
implosions of our
musical
mistakes.

subdued consciousness
and open hearts filled with
empty dust particles
and golden dances.
again you push me
forward and lay me beside
myself.

tryst
with
mine.

lean on mine

deliberately seeking
out her pirate eyes
i have said yes already
to all her woes and
wonder.

i lust your throat
and drought over
your inconsistent
aggression;
towards me towards
his jagged edged
papers.

subtle your swords and lay
back into my contractions for
i am supreme in material and
poor in righteous behavior.
whilst we danced we mourned
our forevers.

i am a flower, remember.
i am a virgin, and i am
lying.

aum inside

home inside your
palms of trinket
fingernails and feathered
memories gliding down
an epic spine.

i wad disguised as
your cathedral and
each vertebrae whispered
an aum in our heart
halves.

our christened abode.
our bodhi shower of
leaves.
our golden palace
of dates and fasting.

im captured in your
rain and as i sit silently
on our lap made with grey
and sometimes black freckles
i am in a morning without
the moonshine
the sunshine
within.

my name

is spelled with two drops
of rain and one space of fire.
in truth we are keys waiting
to tell our story of a musical
death and an air-born star.

dark green lanterns forbid me
once again and blue corpse
pessimism collides with her tangled
fairy dusted hair.
she came down a rainbow
and climbed up our
diluted retirement
plans.

when have i ever waited this long.
it will be a never
today.

procrastinated rain

one spring fight watered
down with cardboard

i walk among many of
your eyes and they are
all mine
not me but mine.
there are windows
that look forward to
our fail our falls our
morbid crooked smiles.

open wide and serve less
while we tear open ourselves
and subdue the promises;
we are distant gatekeepers
all dressed with mortar
and cultivated freedom.

where i let my magic disintegrate
into magick.
where you place your orbital
truths on my spine and
memoir our meditation.

x

sentient

nor will i use that
smile again.

when we floated above her
lashes we stopped to cry and
all that happened was we
became a sentient memory
a lucid dream
a fake plastic ocean
drowning her born eyes.

we tested the page and
silicon tree tips brushed against
the wind on her unicorn wings
and all we had to do was
paint with her.
rainbow muscles
tired of walking away
from her own uneven
voice.

you are my moonshine
my only moonshine
you make me comfortable
when skies black
me down.

you will never know
just, how much there is
no just... please don't leave
my moon glow,
my magical fairy.

please don't believe me
when i say i am
leaving.

i just moved over
to let your wings
fly over this
black
and
white.

i will just write

until my knees bend clean
and the capital curls of
ignorance save us
all. save
us all.

hard shells under our
bleeding eyes holding
still while i capture their
silence. these grey lines
distracting me cleaver
sobering your tears
adding plastic wrap
onto your tongues.

time masturbating
with this page long enough
to end what i first said.

i am bleeding clean
i am asking you
to help me
drown.

align me in it

i wrote you inside
my lungs and while we sat
expelled from our own
magick; you decided to
leave me breathless.

i have enlightened your
eyes and inside our limbs
we corrected marriage proposal
wars and fell across the moon
shadow. it had a shadow
and we swallowed its
pain.

batiste me in the warmth
of knowledge
power
forgiveness and
freedom of the choice
they knew they never
had

ice and coal

mastered the most innocent 
intuition and coal heartbeats are
filling my worthless chest
and diluting my name with
silk knots. if I can knit your
grief into my whole upside down
tanned proportion then i died
daily into your copper
eyes.
falling deep and silent
mourning free and
captive in your
dark jacket
rained on
with the clouds.
I'm trying to rest..

let me in.

for i have mastered the

moist within

me.

sectioned lips

cracked pulses
and sphegetti nerves
twitching against this
black chalkboard screaming;
negotiations from our past
and dreams from our now.

in this new moon black i will
sing you a linear octave while
we wait for our full blooded
wolves. the intent will be wild
and the peace will be my core's
raw temperature.

i can let you go, all of you's that
are in my me's
elbow heartbeats ankles
scared skins and shy knuckles
empty arms and full breasts
nostalgic hair and cloudy
torso all without
a
break.

i die daily in you and find
peace in our lost.

post war

it took silent broken
buildings to stand here;
here where you passed by
and unknowingly fell
into a love.

but i am already in a relationship, you see.
with my open wounds and a
healing heart. with distant
bags under my eyes
and out in the cold lethargic
winds.
with rolling laughter all
over my bruised intuition with
bruises i still cant see
bruises i still hear call into my
dreams.

so when
i snap backwards into purpose
i will find your amber hugs right
where we left off;

an open space with no spaces
with no places and no fear
no love and no hate
just a solitude
promise of being
one; skeletal proposal.

given dried peace

i was given an opportunity
to fail in my dreams ; so i did.
i whispered hate and manifested
dead skin only me and mine could
touch. flavours of the atlas dripped
into my mouth and down my
regrets ; because when i wake
i want to move without its loud
climate change.

taller than me and
not ready for me, my dreams
were dying inside
to fall free.

 

 

collar bone trust

i will not
be able
to tell you.

how long it takes to count
each breathe between us and
you became numb and eyes
became dust and dust becomes
our empty home.

i tire your cuticles; you
are free from this empty
bed.

my chest beats further away from
your drums and closer together
with my mine not me
my
mine not me.

rhythm of her hair and
coils from her skin gold
from her brows and heaven
in her glass torso;
you should have held
me closer and let the
walls die on purpose.

colours are for everyone ; black is for me

down my back into
the abyss of spinal
theories and third eye
procrastination. i met
your prelude after i
died daily. i die daily
i die daily. i told you that.

where hidden rainbows
were shy, black scales were
resting perfectly on my
paragraph torso. i am paralyzed
with grief and tormented by
by my scars. wounded by
the bruises your silent
gaze burned into my
spirit but i flourished
without this cocooned
reality.

remember the time we
opened our hearts and closed
our thoughts and said that the
space between us died?

well i wish it were true.

look at me; find me once
more so that time can finally

pass down my empty throat.

i explained me

in explosions and all i
had left was a breath taken
out of a long distance miracle.

you are my symptom from
becoming the best blue blood
my veins fired us from.
free skies hollow clouds
one word to
worlds of us.

slow movements across
us through our integrity
and fortress thunder still
in you deep rooted in our
designated foreshadow.

remember.. I told you already.
remember me.

Gavin Rossdale- Glycerine

not mine... but me

Must be your skin that I'm sinking in
Must be for real 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind
It's not my kind
It's not my time to wonder why
Everything's gone white
And everything's grey
Now you're here now you're away
I don't want this
Remember that
I'll never forget where you're at

Don't let the days go by
Glycerin
Glycerin

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one
Or do you lie
We live in a wheel
Where everyone steals
But when we rise it's like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste

Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should I have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me

Glycerin
Glycerin
Don't let the days go by
Glycerin
Don't let the days go by
Glycerin, glycerin
Glycerin, glycerin

Bad moon white again
Bad moon white again
And she falls around me
I needed you more
You wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
It might just be
Clear simple and plain
That's just fine
That's just one of my names
Don't let the days go by
Could've been easier on you, you, you
Glycerine
Glycerine
Glycerine
Glycerine

Gavin Rossdale

crisped afloat

floating bodies forecasted
as cloudy days; we parked our
steel engines against your tide
and pretended to swim all while
playing dress up with 'fearless'.

crippled goals commit
emotional suicide by and
by; before i was even born your
smiled infected me.
you encourage my peace
and shake my core to break
free from the shackles these
high stars bruised upon my grace.

shakedown my nutrients so that
i may humble our naked breathes
towards the skies to dance and
fight the rain. to love the rain
and make love.

goodnight then goodbye

first let me in so i
can despair you with truth.
find my way with black
backward spaces beneath
the coral rain glow of my
unidentified corpse. goodnight
to her frozen lids of temper
and alone. goodbye to her
never enough and always
ending too much.

tonight i pray without me
and instead i bow my
head to your beating glory.
the diluted logic the bare
earthquake of  metal hearts
of plural bloody murals painted
by me , for inside me.

torn through the ages
into pieces worn
in understanding mornings
and disappointed nights;
let the new moons finally
glow through my opaque
omniscience in a third eye
us.

 

 

solidified moon lust

my aura glistened this morning
and a lullaby flew past our
hollow hearts and broken down
walls.

grief erupted outside our
closed window eyes and i ran
outside with bare feet and planned
ignorance.
white ice clouds danced beneath
my skins; i am a butterfly wing
tilted, resting, breathing.

northern lights bring
me home and as i contemplate
which moonstone to paint
unto her ether;
panicked starlit ceilings
will disappear and
bring us the darkest
longest
furthest latitude of
earth.

we will close our windows and
open our lungs.
we will breathe her in in wise strides
and home sweet home
pearls.

mountian lines

cried with our water
and diluted the sun beams of
my wrinkled forehead;
the windstorm cleared my
conscious and now i can feel
you how i feel.

parched books bleeding
with soft grey ink and orange
opal tongues are filtering
what i was going to say
what i was going to
say.

lavender cobras are piercing
my spine. my older spine
has rested in your volcanic debree
and our hands crossed paths
before my feet touched
her subtle grounds.

earth child with more opinions
than words.
than poems written
by me.

beautiful normal

peaceful mountains where we
cross our hands and pray to
the middle of our days;
ice storm eyes and
sunset breathing.

clutched fists fostering
naked beliefs in rivers
flavored with
rainbow pain
open heart
close fists
i am me in all forms
of mortar brick
and rotating
skins.

naked moon

rest on my chin's grin
and flee free from this corpse
smile you called home.

a moon shined on my back
and my torso bend against
the lonely stars;
waiting on opaque
and writing bigger worlds
with star lit snowflakes.

a poem written with shadows of
our ancestry; chain links erased
all of the periods and opened
up the white space,
again.

so i will sit naked on the moon and
let the written come back...
slowly against our pores;
the moon and mines and ours.

one heart beating twice

i am the eye within your
omniscient yellow frame
walking towards the giants
you called laughter.

you mocked my pain
and now i speak to you;
i thought you left all of
me inside that grey car
that one night
that last day we cried.

dear now, sit with me so
we can dispel his black aura
and sit with me till we realize
our past lives karmic roots;
i have started to hear the jasper
birds.

with my lap on yours and your
thought against my chest we will
fly; because the dead can dance
too.

hold me tighter than before
its all leaving me so hold me
all.

saved fractures

i am saving these fractures
within us
for stars with edges free
of pointed anger.

open hearted emerald
singing against the blue new
of tomorrow; i held the bleeding
of our past lives there and my crossed
legs numbed your black eyes.

i am your performance on the
shadow you laid out
with custard warning signs
and bitter blames;
i was dancing the whole
time; i was twirling through
our timeless.

let go of your arms

and beneath the thin air of
stagnant kisses and potent cries;
we will live a longer lie.

thrive off our penalties where
swelling crystals will ground
our jasper toes;
anarchists never touched my
soul.

apart from these parts in world
we are freedom singing twirls
waiting to land. i pray for
you and i die for your
daily.

crying dry years

crying dry years of matte
facial expressions from your
mute chest and deaf eyes.
help me find the moon so that
i may ravish in your glowing
waterless falls of tears in gas
of grass and dead seas. i preview

you and moon your rain to

proceed us unto glorified

mountain's full of hated

memoirs. a memory of the

minority in us as we sip

the cree of our ancestral

trees. i wake around your

periphery and dance with

untamed

lights crying dry years

of pain and trough those tunnels we

forget about those tunnels we

forgot about.

but i in i and you

in i. omniscient children

of star struck tunnels

made by my inner guiding 

crystals freedom parted

seas of beyond and supreme 

of meaningless waves of

ducked in earths;

moon eyed deaths.

creamed ballet

running toward you with
creamed ballet eyes and crammed
open lips.
circumferenced around your

shortened waist we begin to

use our flurried eyes; disturbed

inside and without our marriage.

where our doting heirloom 

eyes meet and our patience 

levitate with steamed tables

and portioned laughter.

by and by we are strengthened 

with our monuments and 

my stars are aligned with

us.

spending timeless

what if we spend our entire
timeless together unknowingly;
cold-pressed my apple eyes
and lids started crumbling apart
words started falling together and
the winter nights started condoning
the uneventful peace storms.

peace storms. your body and
mine together in harmonic
strides of unopened pits of
sweetened dates and sleeping
dares.
the end of us started
today.

 

 

peace core

butterfly wings; signs of hope
against the base of my crooked spine
spiced with stars and dreams of floral
life softening necklaces. flavored
with grief adorned by the rained on
petals we are never apart from our
anecdotes. lest we are forgotten by
the dooms of our depressed palms
unwilling and fearless all at the same
timeless.

walk on fire with me and watch
our frosted eyes glow
with new direction
with smaller jade
in our hearts.

i forgot you raw

a ring of absence in our fatigued
planet; home of where the heart
beat broke.

we wake up without leaves and
sleep with empty branches
nestled in our framed arms.
ive coated the beauty with
this grey'd lenses disturbed by
an unintentional poised
indigo; I forgot you raw.

snowfall warmth within;
steadfast amethyst release
my blind wings.

gratitude

give me you and watch
how my opal breathes again
when i submit to all your prism
colored obediences;
then I will sleep.
we slept awake and away
searched for distances we no
longer hid from each paper train.

of our minds we deepen our good
morning strands and forget that we
are strangers dancing in her flying
dreams.

 

 

i am sorry

i am sorry that I left
you alone;
but it reminded me of my
remains and the plaid
memories that i sleep
with.

i am sorry I landed on your
corrupted lashes and i blinded
your seashore eyes into sore,
sore, fists.

the fishes are erupting our
net ladders and given no choice but
to hold their crystal breathes into
dessert tears. fill me with raw wool
and see how it feels when i skin
you alive.

i will breathe life into once more...

i come in peace ; i am imperfection.
but i am with you.