She helps me get
What I need
This girl
She helps me sleep.
I’m still sleeping
To complicate things…
Theres no need
Next to a dream.
How can
You wake
To a brighter thing?
This girl
She helps me sleep
She help me get
What I need.
Theres no need
To complicate things
I’m still, sleeping
Next to a dream.
Tag: poet
Didn’t change
Tori and I
Our feelings didnt change
Yet we played
Our sadistic Game.
When I run my
Hands along my legs
I remember still
How her eyes would dig.
I don’t know
What she was looking for
As long as she was looking
My body was hers.
Who met Whom?
I met someone once
They saw so far
Into my eyes
That it was kindness
Foregoing our friendship!
To this day
I wonder who
They met!
Listen!
Did
I
Even
Meet
Them?
Invisible Rain
How did it happen…
In the sun?
My hand still burning
From the smoke.
My body a desert,
Your words the wind,
I feel the travelers
Divinity sends,
Forgetting their past
Upon my skin.
When did the childish
Chatter chill me still?!
And just like that
Disappear.
Part 2
It can be said of the wind,
That mad it may one send…
Lover to neither stranger nor friend…
Fooling time in her pretend.
And as the wind may go
And I … move along
I’ll wander wondering how
Indifference holds a tongue.
Were I a kiss upon your brow
Wherever you may be,
For a moment on such skin
God has spun so delicately,
I’d find refuge from the wind
Until the wind has taken me
Until again my friend,
I’ll wish I was a lover of thee.
Far into the temple of time
My refuge awaits in kind
There I’ll wander aimlessly
And court words foolishly.
In every language ever heard
I’ll sing and stumble words,
And disavow the aged mind
Between shimmering singing vines.
A flame
What eyes of amber
What hair of fire
What bewitching words
This hour conspires.
What brittleness
Inside this flame
Where memories
Burn the same.
In the meantime, let’s sing
How many seasons will pass
Before I have seen
Every shade within your eyes?
How many songs will
We sing
Before I have befriended
All of your laughter?
Your smile has endeared the sun
And the moon listens
Knowing so…
Waking Poppy
Raise your face
To me…
My gentle blooming bud.
The wind is drunk
In the rivers of the sun!
…and an olive tree’s
Chatter… laughter,
Knows
Where heaven
Has sprung!
Your Name, a Key
That I may call you
And show you a sun
Blushing in silence!
Do you not
Know your name?
Or am I a fool
Wandering paradise,
In search of divinity?
Have I to say
Only your name
The sun will spill forth,
Showering us
In wisdom divine.
The key to the universe
Is on the tip
Of my tongue!
Youth of Mind
I have spent eternity
At the threshold of God’s temple
Where wondering gardens
Only bloom the songs of welcome.
Though I am not a stranger
I watch my blue pearl
Cupping the universe in my hands
Childishly flirting with
The dancing texts inside.
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