You the Tree, I the River

Your torso, built like the sturdiest tree,
dips its branches into me.
I lull below you waiting as water will,
for your gentle touch to enliven my empty spaces.
I'm still as glass until the gale swells
leaving my spine shivering with restless yearning.
I spin into myself,
as a spark in the sky causes a tempest,
which pushes your body closer to mine.

My alabaster flesh brands into you,
as your lips hungrily brush across my bones.
They melt beneath your breath,
into creamy pools of white milk.
I become limp with a kind of pleasure that sends all sound back through
the barriers, and strips all light from the iris of the eye.
Every crevice, every arch, aches for the warmth of your mouth;
for your eyelashes to flutter across my stomach, as birds do,
while grazing the land.
Into altered states and blue lagoons, we rush through.
Our flushing cheeks dipped in juice,
my skin wet, sweating like cactus in the heat.
Your moist tongue travels down my ribs where
our soft and silent promises blend.

Oh, pulsate your love through my veins and into every cell!
I am the river, while you the tree, turning my silk into rapid
streams. Flowing rapidly, wild and aimlessly free.
My fingertips tug at your sandy blond locks, pulling you close as we
merge into the underworld, our eyes dancing and entwined, with words already said.
Enticing are you and ravenously hungry am I,
for every ounce of your strength I want wrapped on top my flesh.
And the stubble of your beard to caress and scrape my neck.

Gasping and trembling beneath you, the world becomes an orange sun,
the waves burst from the shore, my body pulsates with delight and
spews sighs of contentment.
You know me like no other has known me.
For the enchantment we create has no end,
as the hankering travels through my blood
and I want you once again.

You are my tree and I am the river beneath you.

Envy

I look out the glass window that suddenly ruptures into tiny shards

which then scatter like diamonds on top of the stairwell.

My heart drops dismally inside its porcelain cage

beating like insect wings.

I can feel your taunting, your boldness.

Your bice filth plummets into my stomach, yet again.

I look away.

Away from the lives of others, the lives I do not have.

The lives I grieve over with you on my shoulder.

You lurk just between the small hairs on my arms,

feeding my brain sorrow and of pity.

Oh pity me.

How you twist and distort my present moment,

robbing all perspective or reason,

drowning my lungs as would the sea to a small fishing boat.

And tearing my hair to spindly threads.

What poison you are to my being,

lurking around every corner,

waiting like a dog for a crumb.

First Sonnet

Clandestine Seaside

The sea pulls down the sky into these hands,

where it melts in strands upon my skin.

and spits its broken salt towards the land

before the foam from the brine spreads too thin.

While morning comes in a dozen fragments,

the sun sits alpine in its land of prisms.

Gulls squawk and divide in perfect alignment

while sweeping down to devour earth's sustenance.

Lighthouse in the clouds, so primitive and worn,

perched on top the hillside, in a languid sleep.

Driftwood oscillates from amongst the waves,

its details adorned on the shore, bunched in a heap.

The waves roll and weave, evenly from the tide.

This small island on the coast, a clandestine seaside.

I remember when my hair was full of knots and my knees stained with dirt. And when I spoke, my words were of questions full of wonder bubbling out of tiny rose lips. The heart I held within was as trusting as a delicate porcelain teacup. I wandered through thickets of weeds and sang myself lullabies entangled with fairytales. My world was delicious like homemade lemonade on a summer day. I never ran away when met with danger, my curiosity led me over unsteady hills and through exposed construction zones. Always was I ready for the unknown, charging to the depths of no return.

Oh how I loved when the wind rustled the leaves furiously, while teasing my balance, as I would pretend to tightrope across papery plywood as high as the stars. Always barefoot with holes in my heels from rusty nails that had punctured my pink skin.

As a blooming adult I hid behind my hair and retreated inside my shell like a crab on the sand. Twisted inward like an inside out tee-shirt. I had made a home in my shell, full of soft blankets and flickering tea lights. Id stay there until my thoughts were interrupted by human presence. I wore a mask that told a story which I was not familiar with. The freedom I held as a child was gone. I trapped myself in my own limited boundaries, afraid to walk away from my only drop of security. I've lived this way ever so. And so, I live in a tiny one windowed room where I watch the world outside pass me by. Where did the little girl go, who had once chased the world in dresses made of poppies. And ran barefoot through abandoned houses haunted with feathery ghosts. The girl who was out climbing mountains before the sun was at its peak and who slid down the banisters without holding on.

Where did she go? Where did she go?

Where did my fearless girl go.....

It can hardly matter. There are no words to express my sorrow, only in rooms and corners where I sit in the shadows.

Take Me Away

You tie me down by my white flesh
and straddle me with your knees.
The red sun burns your freckles further into your skin
and teases your golden locks with its fury.
I find myself entranced like moths to light
to the soft intensity in your pupils radiating the energy of the moon.
Your Iris's blue as sapphires and topaz stones:
I, your fragile insect wing, diminish under your formidable stance
while you take me through the sound barriers of existence
and to lands of crystal prisms.
Swallow me inside your grasp where the heart of the red sun burns
keep me safe in your minds willows, away from the daunting earth.
For i am your prisoner by choice and you, my angel of the sky.
I will follow you into the pastures of unknown freedom until
the night becomes a velvet cloak of diamonds.

Fences

I came across the rotting fences known for their sharp edges
consumed of putrid embalming of dead rodents.
Diseased and sick distressed blood on cement trailing to
the rusty switchblades sticking out of cultivating soil.
Sadness overcomes me like the limpid grass trying to grow in small circles as if to
stay together and rise above the unconquerable circumstances.
I walk away perplexed and estranged to the odd world we
end up decomposing in.
For the deterioration of our limbs mimics the fences in the yard
for their age and exhaustion.
I feel the ground beneath me begging to explain itself and the way
of the wicked inevitable threads of human adversity.

Written for my grandmother. RIP

You can find me in the silences between your thoughts,
in the landing of many cascading rain drops.
Through the hallows of the walls, in the stillness of the room.
between a word and a whisper, in a flower just abloom.
I dance within the colors of a brush stroke so boldly placed on wood
In the fragments of a jewel where the light is understood
You can find me in the particles of a dandelion being blown to the wind
or in words never said, went unheard and once had been.
I am like a lullaby that floats through the leaves.
I come and go with freedom and ease.
When you see the sun, i am the bliss within it setting
For i am here, always here and will forever be transcending.

"Revelations are found in the clouds".. ... . ..

My love

To my Jason-

Tears fall down my cheeks when i watch you sleep.
A man turned into a little boy so peaceful and meek.
A man so beautiful, so tender, so loving.
An angel with golden hair and pink lips so alluring.

Your radiant eyes, blue as the Virgin Islands sea, burned into me.
the evening you first told me, that you loved me.
My body became yours and my heart stopped in time.
when the waves roll into foam you are forever mine.

This world, i leave behind, when i am with you.
The modulations of the day disappear. My ears only hear you.
As i taste your lips i fall into the sea. Of beauty, of bliss, of passion, of unending ecstasy.
Your heart carefully captured me.

All my senses become your control
Every part of my body is waiting for you
my heart beats with yours as if its on cue.
Your rugged hands, like petals of splendor against my skin
I become breathless with urgency as my head starts to spin.

Our kisses like words unspoken. words of yearning.
Like glorious trees dancing together in the night.
Flames of passion burning bright.
Don't ever let me go, hold me forever tight.

Scintillating stars turn into comets
Soaring across the blackened sky.
Your faith in my healing, your love from the beginning
has been my comet in the darkest of times.

As your breath becomes soft, quiet and rythmic
I will know your asleep and i will watch you again.
Loving you and stroking your hair.
I will love you forever. Forever,
amen.

Pain

Pain [peyn] n. - [suffering, physical or mental] hurt, distress, discomfort, agony misery, martyrdom, wretchedness, shock, torture, torment.


Pain drips down my skin like poisonous acid
it singes the lace around my wrists, it puddles around my feet like urine.
It clouds around my bodice like a milky film enclosing me deeper into the darkness.
It seeps into my cells, through the walls of my arteries and into the depths of my parched soul.
This malady extracts my being as a black hole absorbs the light.
It tugs at my lungs and pulls me by my ankles to the bottom of the sea.
It holds me prisoner of its malicious tendencies.
My skin pale and my eyes blank with despair
Pain wont you leave me be, take another one captive for the day
Allow me to draw the lines of my life outside this box so small and grim
Release me from your tightly woven possession.
When i free myself from you, always do you find your way back to me.
Haunting me in my dreams and turning my peace to disruption..... yet again.
Let the sheep in my minds pasture be still.
Please leave soon
or else i will.

Rose Colored Glasses

... and these are a few of my favorite things. Do re mi fa so la ti do

"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy"- Anne Frank

Oh Dear Raspberry Sun ....

0h bobbling raspberry sun
how you hover over the horizon
scorching the earth
into shards of molten

Sweat drips down my face
like hot glass.
Water melts like a mirage
as it touches my skin
and drifts off back to the sky where it
once had been.

Ignescent stones
swelter under your furnace, sun
They cry out for the cool touch of
the distant night to come

They cry out for the rain
to pelt the ground with its tears
to wash away the fervent air
and to soothe their burns and fears.

For the wet air to wisp away
the ashes and the timbers
to turn the skin white yet again
to prepare the earth for winter.

Oh bobbling raspberry sun
how i wont miss your luminous rays
smoldering hot and golden
that turns my body into molten.

Sometimes when im sad or feel like life is a dark place i look at beautiful things. Heres a bunch of my favorite photo's....

Mermaids

The perfume of the sea
where the mermaids swim
in the small cove of russet and green
Far out where the birds sing

Voices full of sweet prayers
bathing behind moss rocks
Ivory hair ethereal, woven with colored stones
limpid like the breeze, unabashed like the sea.

Allow me to touch her transparent skin.
cleanse my mortal body full of sin.
I breathe in the salt stung air and watch the sun
cast off her flowing alabaster hair

Come back with me, abyssal world
drown my eyes in your mystical whirl.
Swim with your fins inside my palms
Fill my heart with your whispers and songs.

I watch as their fins radiate jolts to the sky
Dipping in and out of the cerulean tide.
small glints of their scales will blind your mind.
Step into their world and watch ur thoughts subside.

The sea grass sways where the mermaids swim
in the small cove of russet and green
far out where the birds sing.

The world is full of many treasures. . . .

Angel in a jar


An angel in a jar.
Safe from the corruption.
Will not be tainted, Will not be harmed
Innocent as a flower petal falling from the wind.
She sits and watches the world pass her by
The colors of the earth reflect off her skin.
Safe from the darkness, safe from the sin.

An Angel in a jar.
Oh what a delight!
A little slice of heaven in your pocket for the night
The color of her hair is as white as milk
The texture,
Smooth as silk.
Her doe eyes are opalescent like crushed pearls
And as resplendent as the soul she holds

An angel in a jar
Pure like mist,
Pretty and loving with delicate finger tips
No judgments she makes, no dreams she breaks
She sits in her jar, watching with wonder
Here to protect, to cherish, to love.
An angel that fits in your palm like glove.

My Little World

My silhouette dances around the walls
beneath the soft tea lights spread around the room
I sit on my bed alone feeling evanescent
I watch the trees outside
golden to grey as they fade into the dusk

My mind wanders as i toss in my worn sheets
my wooden bed aches and moans with every turn
my world feels like a snow globe being shook

The candles flicker rapidly in unison with my mind,
racing with unfinished thoughts, thoughts that
never seem to tire. They want so much attention from me
Will they ever leave me be?

Fall asleep please so i can escape from this solemn
world and leave behind my ever so dwindling hope
so the cooing doves outside my window
will fade into my dreams

my eye lids heavy with the thought of another day
the same as the rest.
The clock is ticking above my head in its monotone song
as i wait. I will wait until the end of time.
For time does not exist to me... anymore

My dreams remain hovered above my head
as far as the ceiling will allow them go
the stars are beginning to come out about now
I will sit in my little world and wait ....
waiting until the morning comes again...
again in my little world i will wait.

I used to...

I used to watch the waves roll
and the clouds come in to rain
now i watch the ants march
along the edges of the stones

I used to walk along the promenade
watching the people
come and go
now i watch the suds of soap
dissolve upon my skin

I used to sit and read under the willow tree
while the breeze kissed my face
now i turn the pages
of my thoughts in my own racing mind

I used to run, laugh and dance
in the shadows of the moon
now i sit in this shunning and defeating silence
alone in my room

Pale as Winter

The mango magnolia trees sway
sweat dripping down my toes like jewels in a furnace
sweet moist air on my tongue
The hot breeze buzzes in my ear
while milk birds caw in the heat
the sky is a beaten orange
But my face is still pale as winter.

The hum of the fruit flies buzz in the distance
the warmth of the sun tickles me softly
as i walk down the road towards new beginnings
I wait lingering in a confusing comfort with my past.
Beauty and bliss swirl in front of my eyes
but my face is still pale as winter.

Every fear has been erased
sorrow moments softly fading
pain and agony stopped in time
for i still see the lifeless trees, their naked branches
the cold air, the white snow
the earth is blooming now with summer
but my face is still pale as winter.

Warning sign

I watch the dark waves roll in
but i dare not emerge in them
i sit on the fence that borderlines danger
I see the train coming and play with fate
yet i always keep one eye fixated on the warning sign

I dance beside the tornados but never in them
i play with the shadows of the night
but always have a candle near by
I walk on the tightrope balanced in midair
yet i always keep one eye fixated on the warning sign

I jump into the lake with chains locked around my ankles
but i always make sure to keep the key in my hands
I watch the fires burn in the distance
the skies rebel with resistance
I am fascinated by the lightning in the sky
as it torments the trees
i want to reach out and touch the electricity
but i always stay behind the safety of a closed window pane
I like to dance with the devil at times
but i always manage to keep one eye fixated
on the warning sign.