gemstone eyes

there is something serene and beautiful-

oh, those gemstone eyes,

a pool of consciousness flutters,

brilliant and alive,

like a butterflies wings,

like a blossom in spring,

like a bumble bee’s dance,

like the moment we enchant.

there is something magic and transcendental-

oh, that freckled skin,

splattered with imagery,

vivid and surreal,

the way the night sky heals,

like the lilly pad tango,

like a feather’s fringe,

like a myriad of fantastic hyper-reality begins.

there is something quiet and quintessential-

oh, that illustrious dance,

a panther prance,

bountiful and deep,

like the first high dive we seek,

like a nimble acrobat on repeat,

like a speckled coy; beautiful boy,

like the melodic storyteller envoy.

there is something forever and new-

oh, the story of us two,

a fairies dream come true,

alive and askew,

like a setting sun in the dust,

like the beauty in rust,

like learning to trust,

like being together is a thing that’s a must. 

bouncing banjo trampoline

I'm a bouncing banjo trampoline style poet, you didn't know it but thoughts bounce out of my soul like intercontinental cartwheels. My heart's been healing. It was the first time my heart broke a sweat like a runway. I've been staring at the sky since my love took off. Would you be my friend? Would you push me in the porch swing? Punch me in the stomach just once? I need to reset my bones. Calibrate my karma. Swingset my ribcage so the next time someone pushes me away I can swing right back with my marble spine. Before you become my friend, I need you to picnic in my rubble, roadtrip with everything I left in the dust. You left me to rust. I know you never meant to throw me in the fire lover. I know we never meant to hurt each other but the tears have been dripping from my eyes like a faucet, falling like a metronome- I know there is better music. I've been planted like a tree in the dead of winter, naked & lonely- branches for bones. The doctor told me I feel too much, I said, so does God- that's why you can see the grand canyon from the moon. I'll tell you, these poems are my birthmarks & I came this close to getting them removed. What's it like to feel wicked & blue? I've been dying to grow new leaves, all mine left me like they were falling in love with the ground, they left me without a sounds. Have you ever thought about God's ears and what he hears when there is silence? I wonder what you feel when your mother says you name dripping off her lips, pulling at your cheeks, I can't remember my mothers voice. I have no choice. The road has been long & windy and I am but one crooked tree. My roots have found me, caught up to ground me. I wonder how long I would've let myself feel alone? Slipping one night stands around my waist like wedding bands. In the morning they would never fit but slip right off. Like a shooting star falling away from a constellation. That's how Orion lost his belt. Do you remember? Do you remember when we fell asleep on the beach awash in an abyss of symmetry? All that's left. All that's left is the scent on the pillowcase you gave me. I once swore if you put that scent in a well all the wishes in the world would come true. Now my pillow is naked & cold and I am in need of a new pillowcase.

sling-shot

sling-shot poetry as thick as your tongue,

let us be one,

joint together by an elastic band,

bend and stretch,

beyond the rest,

these words are powerful truths,

beyond the black and white “I do’s”

a hail to, veil to, tax-break who?

let us be one,

conglomorate on an ideological war,

never won before,

set-traps, subtle-raps,

and unveil a hybrid of half-truths,

frolic with a new found psychological muse, 

bound to, wound to, sound to,

thats who.

let us be one,

a conquest of paranormal production,

instigated by a mantra of sound introduction,

one moon, one sun, one star, not far,

from the place we call home,

throw me a bone, find me a phone,

call up your neighbor, 

while I’m all alone.

let us be one,

bound in unanimity,

balanced trajectory of oval blastphemy,

let’s talk my-archy,

it’s the same as yours,

a piece of the puzzle lost no more,

we are one in the same,

and I am yours. 

day one.

alone in a new town

here I am stripped down

the essentials of direction

beg for rejection

as they transform 

color and form

acquire new meaning

friends are far and fleeting

migrate to the closet

the place that hasn’t lost it

curled in the security of form

mindlessly reborn

a hundred pants

could never revamp

a plant half past dead

without watershed

a tearfull revere

mild and sincere

in need of a new jacket

the rest are past tense

the car packed full

left space for empty soul

a faithfull friend hides

in blatent disguise

as a matter of irritation

this is subordination

of the most pious form

our heart strings are torn

until the morning sun rise

our electric filled skies

suprises remind us

that the place we call home

is a matter of tone

and above all else

the wick will burn

until it stands alone. 

14,000 miles

14,000 miles could not keep me apart,

from the place I left,

where I stored my heart.

13,000 miles could not keep me away,

from the home you’ve created,

where my imagination lay.

12,000 miles couldn’t stand in the way,

when lovers are lovers,

no distance will fray.

11,000 miles doesn’t feel very far,

when I think of your garden,

where I planted my art.

10,000 miles has nothing to do,

with the yearning and longing,

I’ve developed for you.

9,000 miles from one sea to the next,

where our friendship is languid,

our relationship blessed.

8,000 miles between here and there,

is nothing but distance,

between oxygen and air.

7,000 miles since we last saw hope,

a vision of righteousness,

together we elope.

6,000 miles is all that you need,

to remember your lover,

in distance and creed.

5,000 miles seems minimal at first,

until you cross borders,

hands struggle to work.

4,000 miles ain’t very much,

unless you labor the country,

for love once lost.

3,000 miles brings me closer to you,

a distance worth traveling,

the whole night through.

2,000 miles under the sea,

would leave me drowning,

without you I plea.

1,000 miles is nothing at all,

when love travels forever,

together we fall.