wipe your face

the ring awaits you.

The largest enemy known

is the unknown.

Challenge alone

best for two

wipe your face

the ring awaits us.

Dine together

eat the same bread

fortune chimes

for only two

who eat as one

wipe your face

the ring awaits for none.

Felix knows the hiding place.

Felix hid it himself

Swallowed it whole

Picture on the wall

Twelve inch steak.

Felix bleeds

He bleeds himself

For the key

Erupting

Fiction and Truth.

Felix doesn’t know where the lock is

Or if it exist.

Felix holds the key to nothing.

He said it once,

We didn’t listen.

Blinking at a stone face

Not knowing he was the prophet

Waiting to be called

Our savior.

We didn’t listen.

He talked to us in one ear

And it soared out the other

So now we pay.

We pay with currency that doesn’t exist

Pockets that weren’t sewed in

Coins that just spin.

He said it once,

And we turned our shoulder.

Walked away

Never looked back.

Put it on

Pound Cake.

Music making motion

in beautiful Paris

the night we met.

Before

before you crossed me

now the only thing your crossing

is the crossword.

Blank stare of petaless flowers

Following shadows of dazed trees

Floating to the ground above 

Shimmering golden water.

Daydreaming of a bigger oak

Mindless carrying 

Of cores

Into liquid dark depths.

It’s the Freshman fifteen.

Drowning in procrastination

below misguided goals

and Tetris relationships.

Just the Sophmore slump

now gasping for air

goals steep

hidden behind the Yellow Brick Road.

Junior of a junior.

Senior year

wishing they could do it all again

missing the first fifteen.

 

Bleeding through nigh high

fallen glass

between onyx smoke.

All I heard was screaming.

Terror struck feet

stampede away.

There was blood everywhere.

The Queen bows for the fallen.

Hello?

I want you to be standing there when I call

For the first time

and the last.

Hello?

Put down pepper

and come to me

and leave it behind.

Hello?

Are you there?

Gather two

wait maybe three

stay with me

three would be more fun

yet, two makes more sense.

Odd numbers make me shiver

Even if you tell me

that your odd

stay with me

until were even as two.

Fragrant struck Sapphires

flush in guiding light

into Red mornings.

Carry the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes begging for a chance

to plead for her dream

as a weeping baby.

We are the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes carry into the light

holding sheets of future

looking for the next encore.