When life holds together Broken hands and broken fingers, The connection of pain. From the open mouths of crying widows, To the sung and sorrowful dirges Of impoverished children, Still can the brokenness find a path To a certain world, Where futures find shelter. To…
Just a taste, Just to implore You, to not move On the scale, where tall winds will tell their tale On your frozen form. I have bent What I have kissed, Your form, the exquisiteness Of everything I have ever missed From my life, to…
We often speak Too much on success. For the world has eclipsed All the puddles of love. All the tears that stay on the ground And do not raise themselves as a reflection Of what toil considered To be ever-more As the one to create…
The world swings letters On jagged rocks, Near an ocean, where wails from whales Are the same sounds as the crying widow. Love possesses dragon scales, Covering the entrance of intrusion. Beyond the wall that shields a person From exploring the outermost, And the wall…
“Facts and opinions. The former has structure, while the latter doesn’t. What the latter symbolizes is the deconstruction of the former. In each fact, there is a building. In each opinion, there is a piece of a building. Yet, as each person holds their individual…
Let me surround you In clashes Against your frozen skin. You have denied For many whiles, Many eternities. And now, it is my turn To show you truth Beyond your understanding. The blue sky Has not been wide enough For your eyes to see upward…
Crave me, For I am craving you To return to my broken arms. The sky is falling And all we are catching Are each other’s unwanted tears. Our lips smear Over each other’s mouth, Deep in the web of memory Where life stands still, And…
Deep in my past Where horses ride Over roadways and train tracks, I fall away Into memories Full of the same shelter, In how I gave love To anyone else. His arms Brought my misfortune to fortune, And in what I learned Was that grief…
No shortcuts Upon a path where circuitry breaks And we lose our chemistry. Lonesome as the whale Calling to the breath of air, At the surface of the sky As it should be. Love never held a nothing in our arms, But the two bouquets…
Concealed Behind blinding tears, And not wanting to vanish, Because it is all to feel, When death would steal it all. But, the darkness remains Barren, upon my shoulders Concealed in the gloom, Hidden in this room, Full of portraits that do not smile, While…
