i remember when i met you
starry eyed and a poem in my journal
it was a love poem;
swamped in your lawful eyes
justice in your hands
sanity for love
and I find fresh air in your presence
Tag: Connection
crossing the milky way; tickets sold out
paid twice the fee
parked in the front
lights beaming in the night
front row:
stars feral and hungry
frothing at tasty planets like a buffet
lined up, ladle like soup
never enough always back for more
take a tour have a map- tour of war
a petting zoo of history
wall puzzle; trouble ;bottomless dream
building a puzzle
without all the pieces
test my patience
buidling blocks surround my knuckles
science project and your the thesis
a little love and all my dedication;
that’s the kind of love
i’ve been dreaming of-
one bred of dreams
probably why the puzzle is never finished
different pieces every night
never waking up so by all means
maybe not forever just give me another minute
before stripped by daily light
empty verse; live mutiny
i. watch. myself. through. a. window.
i lost my pulse
driving away in a hearse
my reflection is a curse
nothing but a blank verse;
i. wouldn’t. wish. this. feeling. on. anyone.
emptiness bred immunity
only one in my community
before banished via mutiny
leaving me with this opportunity;
let. me. leave. this. hell. i. called. home.
the place where you and i become crowns; fairy tale and a magic wand
there is no place
for lazy bonds or magic wands
in our wonderland of music
strings and kings playing for titles and bibles
ceremony of rings
loving all of your vitals
down to the very bones
our love made from thrones
sticks could never break our stones
belonging; a planet of one
saying it doesn’t make it true
lose before you win
spin the story around
drowned in the details
tales you won’t remember
member of the team
dream tonight of staying
Ladders
the night to the day to the, light
all we can do is shoot up, right
baby baby baby give it that time
pennies don’t turn changes to dimes over night
put the ladder all the way up ’til we touchin’ the sky
a world of dreams will never be this high
somehow we gotta find a way;
i wouldn’t wait forever
just shoot your shot
we don’t need no more, no extra
we all we got;
action-
let it be a reaction
just a mental attraction
fighting invisble water
this hole is my alma mater
in love with a lie
thought i could fly
just wanna feel that free
fuck it all if it all ain’t me
somehow we gotta find a way-
bear valley
not the river, but the dam
i only have stop in my vocabulary;
but i see the cracks
the water pushing through
you yelling cannon ball
as you squeeze through my arms;
it’s okay on this side
but over there
i can’t catch you
torx
i find myself closer to the bottom of the tool box
used only in extreme cases
every once in awhile
but forgotten when everything is good;
i get it
when the roof isn’t leaking
the drawer rolls perfectly
i belong in the tool box
just wanted to be more
green screen
i love the way
you exist in this world with a smile;
dark clouds only over the horizon
your temprate ignites that darkness
leaving your forecast clear and sunny-
others will call it a fake
a green screen over everything
but i’ve been in that studio
they haven’t seen the production
your light cultivates;
