River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the river's flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the eyes

The true scale of the machine That ponderous maw Open, out underneath us Under the sand and the weight I saw the black skies Light up...

Wolfing down Lapping up Hungry maw Open cup O'er flowing Tangle foot Brambles broken Tied in knots Roots below Sky above Crying out...

Uplifted wings of living beings Creatures turned again like wheels Folded spaces, in-betweens Spun like webs where thunder reels

I have built this place to get to her. Projected her like a shadow on my wall. A memory, a ghast, a shade, a thought. And from the fire...

Pulling at the cosmic roots I find the river calling I fall into the Heaven's wrath I hunger for a ruling Setting fire to discipline I...

SINKING IN Tell me what these pieces mean Intrusive thoughts and sordid dreams Truths uncovered in our sleep Urges lurking underneath...

A transitive resistance Rubber-banding there and back again With dangerous business Put on back burners lit Burning these eternities...

Wholehearted You are a star forever blooming A galaxy unfurling Super nova looming A glowing cosmic rarity Your beauty incalculable With...

Life is full of ups and downs but sometimes it's also full of indifference, numbness. Sometimes it seems like no matter what we do we can't catch a break while other times it feels like life goes on without us making the slightest effort. Sometimes doing nothing works while swinging for the fences ends in utter disaster. If I had words I'd sing a song I'd rearrange the stars Up in smoke Set off like sparks Flattened here Still and barely Inhaling Even' stars Such a moon Forgo

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making light of this Fatigue permanently setting in I till the soil of this garden I burn the fire in the pit I light the torches by the river I plant my seeds and wait Vaults that never see the sun Reaching with nowhere to go Sundered but still swallowed up Flavorless and malnutritional How I long to meet the tall grass If I only had the gold set asid

The Rewound Heart Bleeding backwards Into a dying sun Waning crescent Descending crescendo Cascading energetic cycles Data still backing up Collapsing, I just hit reset Still moving back in time Such sanguine words Flushed with color Of how with cheeks like fired coals I found my feelings grown And now in ascending order Listing wonders of your garden How in sunlight flowers towered How in darkness you still glow Scattered orbits like electrons The pitter-patter pattern start

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I pray there will be sparks I wish you'd see me different I hold this torch and hope That it casts me in a better light Worth a chance or just a try Worth making an offer I bite my lip the thousandth time Your beauty still unfathomable I hold my tongue in spite Of the way you make my brain light up Of the fire you might yet ignite Of the shadow w

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down by cynicism, nihilism, stoicism and apathy. We're afraid to feel. Afraid to fall in love. Afraid of vulnerability. And so our humanity is seen as a liability and our emotions seen as faults. But, if you ask me, that just ain't right... Luminous Threads Dead set on moving to sunset Shadows inset and moving under covers Bleeding colors out into

My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals pressed Shadows launching lengthwise But wiser men have always said To pick the flowers from the dirt And ne'er e'er rush in But my heart is always rushing The light from your eyes reaches mine Already like gravity I'm fallen A single spark, a tiny light I could be turned by one electron For you I'd settle on a spin Solidified if a bit particula

She was the first thought. Waking. Walking in the void. Image or idol or maybe a whisper. Voices. A melody across the deep. And so he dreamt the world. Orbit. He set the stars to spinning. Galaxies flashed like neurons. Beauty. Nova blossoms blooming. And so the emptiness was filled up. Earth. The rocks, the rivers, rain. Oceans against the shoreline. Thunder. Echoes of a sudden flame. Promethean the spark was made. Life. A breath beneath the waters. Splinters of light

Mouth agape Hungry for Heaven's wrath Headlong with nightmares Overflowing Defiant I contrive these Other worlds to thrive in Dreams left...

Sometimes we mix ourselves a potion of memory and regret and find ourselves wondering what might have been. There is something a bit like...

LOAM Minutes run backward Scatter and skedaddle Straddling midnight hell bent Back way far past the one My eyes have been kept open Past...

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...