I came to this land, this planet, this

island

and I found you.

A singing goddess

a loving balance

a paradise.

I broke the oars

lost the maps

never want to be anywhere else.

Fade from smoke- to clarity, twice a week

high on a song in the rain, morning weak.

Brain challenges thee sweaty palms across my swollen cheeks

dancing hands along my trembling knees, sing twin boy.

Sing twin boy, sing her to sleep

sing twin boy, sing for the bliss of a tomorrow in dreams.

Sing to her-and share I’ll my dream-night and night

blow the smoke away and share clear skies

and my knees, will share- thee tremble.

I don’t write for your piece of mind

for the ability to see inside my soul

and lodge picket fences into my feet

and address your opinions to my doorsteps.

I’d burn my inbox to the ground before

it’s flooded with your Noah letters

and trademark concerns

and a nightly Skype request.

Maybe I used to write for you,

to hear about the trickle of smiles

that you run to achieve

and the feeling of us touching.

Now, it’s for me,

you can still feel with me and grasp

my heart inside your hands like a tiny puppy

but it’s still mine.

 

 

Change is natural.

Natural to walk out the door

natural to stay holding on the handle

shaking the screw loose

falling head first

through a barrage of creaky locks

chasing doors and cracking thresholds

and a key.

Feeling the heat- all around

the night never creeps near.

Momentary loss, approaching breakdown

she’d remind us, this is our holy year.

Change the paths to our own, burn the torch and bring down

their ideology and belief of sleazy atmosphere.

Stay near and wear it tall- you’ll be crowned

can never share, the restlessness here, our lovely cheer.

 

Too thee helm he walked

dressed to the nine on a commencement high

life begins.

Spring rang through

heads held close

flashes brings the cheese

closer to immortality.

Swinging thee high sun

chased the Earth

too slow.

Zendejas

freshest meat dishes

no clean dishes.

Step to her would be unwise

no blinking all eyes

sporting Emerald green, Gemini

take that chance, butterflies.

 

 

 

 

Chasing cars

blasting past

night- mare’s stampede through interludes chaining lamp post to flaming wheels and hooves.

Sout – hern – lights

flashing back to those

su – m – mer nights

chasing love with

all – our – might

I’ll see you

chances are

be rain then shine

see you in the morning

baby leaves me high

Friends brought me five guys

Hot suprise

Hot in my eyes

Hot fires

Reading fat lines

Skrt down Sun and Flower drive

Striking down the lane, it’s electric

Had a beautiful day, trifecta

I exist in the threshold.

Waving back and forth like a swing on a peaceful night before a crescent moon.

Flashing forward and pulling my face back before the burns sink in.

The icy catacombs to the rear only chase the path closer to death.

I exist in the threshold

by choice.

The icy nightmares push me forward to flames of war

so I’ll stay in limbo.

The paradise, the cascade

will shortly follow.

Not the Saint

I was once, straight

hanging out in your paradise.

Scared of being lost in love

I crave it on the daily

your ecstasy hangs from tips of our lips

hiding in the light of lonely nights.

The spirit keeps me close to you

but baby baby baby

time is ever-changing

the minutes n the hours pass

you remind me of the angel on the painted glass.

Not the Saint

I was once, less

maybe more

closer to the singing task.