Poet, cellist, tea-drinking, slack wearing, pacifistic optimist.
The strength of the mountain
Remains in it’s ethereal muse.
It’s love may move,
But it’s heart remains at
The pit of endeavor
And contrived hope
For all that matters.
She moves a million years,
Nothing could prepare one
For touch and leave.
And the life of the struck,
The sullen, the suffering,
And the chimerical faze;
For the haze of winter
Approaches summer’s sunny days.
Blue adornments float above
Our path into roses and thorns
Where we set out a blanket
To kiss the scent of rosebuds
And freshly sprinkled leafs.
Water drops lay against
The petals of crimson silk.
I lie down in shallow waters end;
Here, I learn how to live.
Ophelia at dawn has quit her word,
The blood that trails down the river fades
To clear waters,
And in water’s clear state
The fractured rocks all associate
With summer petals.
In endeavor comes hollowing weight
Pressed upon the folding earth
As the invisible comes;
Conductors fill sarcastic tongues
Shepherds battle weary young
Through trial and dare.
Among the pocket of character
All personal attributes share one common;
Divinity is the flower,
And the waters do grace
Fractured stones and wondering flock,
Through virtue cracks are found.
Thus the grass gleams happily,
And hearts do love with lips and hands
There is an intrinsic quality;
A woman’s hair and skin,
Scents and fragrances on the breeze
Vanilla and honey aroma
And in imagery an obsession is hatched,
The mind moves its queen antecedent
To the king that was not;
In our morale must lie our strength,
So we may behold at length
Other days.
Once more in thought
Thinking of fear
And throwing off walls
The voice is further
And no clearer
Than first love
Than everything imagined.
For every word
We split off in lives of twos,
Another I, and some vague you,
Knowing each day what to do
But it comes of no use.
Never lasting
But stronger and older,
Saying good-bye but coming back,
For love is here,
And the center of pain
Has been unchained.
The finest of winter nights,
Those whom walk alone with
A cigarette to their numbing lips;
I say they have figured out
Humanity within their small
Glimpse into the pocket of morality.
Crisp air filling Yale’s trees
With contrived hope for the dawn.
Old architectural buildings
With the sprout of rustic brick
From their insides they split.
A studious gentleman offered
Me a lit cigarette, I denied him the look
And the monotonous flicks.
Evening, sharp, and clean air
Overlook the boat whose sails
Grant a phantom flare-
For those whom stare
And cast their weary shadows
On my flagitious glare.
Misconceptions on searching
Eyes, leaving imprints on
Widows whom leave nasty lies-
For those whom dare
To look upon the virgin’s tear
Soon find it easy to smear
The gleam of gull’s snares.
I
Absence is the abrupt
Breathe going cold;
Accepting death
And simply giving in
To the subordinary theft.
II
Love is the seed
One of sadness and joy;
Accepting all
And simply giving into
The breathe of another.
III
The moon is the pulse
Within the tide;
Accepting high and low
And simply letting currents
Subside into one another.
Now everything is falling fast,
Nothing has ever proven to last;
The nurses nourishment is now gone,
All that has faded abundantly rolls on.
The willows of tress, here and there,
Take our hope and leave the fair;
And the sounds must sparingly ease,
As I desperately fall to my trembling knees.
All is numb from toe to head
See the message that he is dead;
I never wanted grief or observation,
Only love and stiff obligations.
Now that I’m starving on the brink,
Pick the scab and kill the sphinx;
And the nightingale will scream
And misery will then see me.
The words in the clouds are naive,
They tell lies and teach women to leave;
The clouds whose white waterfalls bless
Call for rain within their sad distress.
I was no fool or liars tongue
Only raw, starved, and hung;
Beauty is wicked and voluminously large
But any lover is selfish, and asks for the charge.
Ineradicable, cold, and ahead,
Each night the stars twinkle for her bed;
The mist then settles darkly,
The seeker looks for a taunted marking.
The sky longs for rainbows like tears
Our emotions let free for all to hear;
And the water is deep and black,
Stars tease its surfaced cracks.
Now everything is falling fast,
Nothing has ever proven to last;
The nurses nourishment is now gone,
All that has faded abundantly rolls on.
Leave way for the blizzard
Leave way for the imagination
Leave way for the lonely
Leave way for the ocean
To be hung up to dry
Leave way for the forest
Leave way for the meek
Leave way for the hope
Leave way for the missing
Of lovers’
Leave way for the found
Leave way for the lost
Leave way for the snow
Leave way for the bitter
Who lost too much
Leave way for the content
Leave way for the thirsty
Leave way for the wet
Leave way for the drought
