in the habit of creeping
keeping
all my dreams
hidden in drawers
a pocketful of sores
that just won't be ignored
barely consciously endured
still i do.

were you planning on peeking
seeking
all my dreams
yet to unfurl
shower promises, shower pearls
but i'm not that kind of girl
yes it's known throughout the world
and you do.

in the everyday dancing
trancing
all my dreams
lie here in this
your tragic sacred kiss
fading softly into mist
how could lovers not exist
in such subtle sweet remiss
as we do.

the best idea
seems to appear
as yet to run
in such as some
with hearts as ours.

his subtle flowers
no longer empowered
to moralize
what's deepest prized
yet so despised
by hearts like ours.

in tomorrow's turns
we'll find what burns
in tethered lies
and sweet goodbye's
while forever tied
to hearts devoured
yes those hearts,
hearts
such as ours.

to nmh

everything smells so wet
everything feels so set
floating in chaos of panic
hips burn, aching tantric
overwhelming sound of
daily life so subtle
impare & impede flows
of rhythmical rubble
swaying souls
decaying molds
consistent dream to
silent scream
fearful song singing old.

fighting more
less careless
demons' dress
untressel mess
deniably wait
for midnight's date
or fermented toil
in oil soft soil
sweet neuroses
timid & low key
apparent term sorrow
loyalty tomorrow
pale curtains spin
wretched room din
music tear quakes
in fasted mistakes.

marching straight in line
autopilot marks the time

a pace i can't maintain
in sunshine or in rain

but a tune interrupts
without notice nor with fuss

envelops the void
with me inside
lifts higher
and higher

lifts up.

fear flows freely via her veins now,
the wind-blinding clouds of empty-mind chaos
churn.

tunnel-sight priorities over all peripheral,
perspective more of privilege than of prime.

challenges what may,
the ever changing day
can offer yet refuge in
the silence rarely swayed.

peace within hostility
temperance within trial
freedom from chained servitude to anything
greater than thy own.

and what of thy young?

in heart, so fierce a flame.

in joy, a hope unspoken.

let love guide faith in forms unfathomed.

be not afraid.

frayed, perhaps, purpose calling rebraided,
be not jaded,
metamorphosing phoenix.

rise up, ever stronger,
fortune-weary, purpose-wise.
ever rise.
open eyes.

but most importantly,
BREATHE.

4/17/10

an oldie

life inside me whithered
pieces violently torn
in half what's left has slithered
to darkness lost forlorn

weakness now diverted
to strength for suffering sake
a night too real to breathe through
puts passion in it's place

gold bands do sparkle sweetly
until the floor
consumes
converse a bitter laughter
no weight in sterile rooms

wave the hand of freedom
thru choking tears of loss
anger fast replaces
knights of memory tossed


until then
hot tears won't cry

until then
regrets untied

until then
forever fly

until then
good bye


mirror marks handwriting
paper strands of hope
furnace not understanding
the sorrow or the joke

dreams will weave
in scenes unseen
terror of soft souls
without the spark of sanity
awake with frozen cold

murder remote of sympathy
forgot to knock the door
take the keys and leave
be
one choice
forever more

so plan the way and run
today time getting short
never know
what truth shall hold
hold onto fortress court


until then
hot tears won't cry

until then
regrets untied

until then
forever fly

until then
good bye
good bye

until then
good bye.

1/6/08