Fading and Contemplative

feeling fading contemplative for the big things. anthemic lullabies, in love with the fight songs of life. dark corners. bright lights. flash forwards. big cities. lust and lace. undercover under sheets. first loves, only loves, lonesome loves. last kisses and long goodbyes. longer nighttime drives and the starry smiles binding childhood storybook lives. newfound friends and reconnecting. family ties, family trials. old dust speckled on every memory and every past time that always comes to shine. such constantly inherent yet always uncanny truth in grand design. the laughs. every teared up, breath stealing, unmistakably finite fucking laugh with the mad ones. tears. deaths. taxes. lazy sundays via late night saturday conversations, candid by the low lights. east coast winters and southern summers. the music. always the music, all times and tones and every note a shrine. those who know, the dreamers and melodious minds screaming soft words loud from wild eyes. endless zen in retrospect.

Relationship Hymns

i can still hear the sound
and your smile in different shades.
that "christmas morning creak"
i thought i was ready,
but the song turned to blades
so back to where once began
for the spiral starts again.

Caustic Tribute

don't ever change. a friend afar in tribute pressed for resurrections bow. anonymous by rite a face, a place, a night, and madness comes in tow. so cheers to all our twisted smiles alive behind lifes fears. our caustic morning voices in contempt of long lost tears.

The Restless Rhythm

to live forever is to live alone. not to be alone, for the constant flow and ample attraction of words and faces when beautiful minds like lightning strike and blind to counteract the loneliest of times. the melody of conversation, duality in a half-wit smile. embrace. every story lined with signposts just to leave behind, moving always only forward for horizons. the days stay long for existential pride and the rhythm always restless for the nomads. conspirators inspire in the search of pinprick mornings, pulled ashore before the yawning light. "to love and lose across an ocean floor is life" boasts the lonesome esoteric, live alone and live forever standing masked and stoic. i'd die today if just to say...

Best Friend Stranger

reckless endangered, on the other side of lives and all the stars lined intensity from birth to times. no star-crossed senses, they've all been bright aligned. good luck, good night my best friend stranger, love until the morning light. you know my flaws and all as candid arms have scrawled. i dove into you brief, extolled. lust in every language.belief.and always anguish.

Ether Angels

what past from this nostalgias' spun
what spoken words were mine
should i ever dare to ask,
what paradise i've bled and
crowned in sanguine eyes.
to escape, to find at last the lasting ride.

Soul Compartments on a Bridge

the bridge is bridled this time. stories greet the only sun in fall and rise. sole compartments, cars are told those dirty secrets and all those souls are sold. reckless droves. one false move. one crash. a bang. surreal and rearviewed, suddenly stained the bridge, another story, another life remained.

reprise

i can taste these pages stained in wine. my ink intertwined and spilled in guts sublime. strangers now, we only drive by. she only lives on lines, in between the truth and lies. time serves the life of lovers strife. dissent. smile. reprise.

Reverie

nervous to call. nervous to write. nervous to hear the voice, of a known stranger in the night. but it was different this time, and despite the wire i could feel the warmth of that shine and smile. stoic both, in past precautions so the world had woven in our hearts, tombs of unforgetting, looking west for all we've lost. in reverie, in broken parts. you're doing well.

a sleep. a wake. a dream.

a sleep.
a wake.
a dream.
spirit of self,
thickened by the wine.

Often & Abroad

i think of you, and i smile on the plane. in prior lives truly unseen combat the lesser known, my love and quarrels bought mistakes we know. but i think of you, often, and abroad, and all of them broken hearted for the time we've forced apart.

Coastal Penance

default to dreams,
in daunting ether spun.
reeling in the wild,
to find what you'll become.
the weather works in whisper,
listen, oust the sun.
from barstool baptism,
on roads for one.

Tired Lies

are there only lies when you close your eyes? are you sinking? are you sleeping? are the shadows real? in the dark and and fading wake when all thats seen is scared and stark. you're screaming fast, no scream could last and all the shade is glazed in fast contrast from black to black. the secret night you never speak. the presence bleak, and from oblique in evil pressed the damned unto your chest. sinking screaming, so good to rest alas! you wish, but not so blessed, no sound, unholy breath and black surround in life and death as livid limbs confound to live and break for light and breath. another night, another life. to sleep, its make or break or death.

Ships At Night Along The Coast

i feel for constant pulse, to see if im still here. i've seen behind my rosey-eyes, and through your smokey mirror. and though we know what passed is past, with history comes fear. the story goes, from we to woe all starry eyed and sheared.ships may pass in darkest night, but never disappear.

Black and Bliss

this instance blacked in ignorant bliss when on the darkened water nothing innocent came with that kiss in moments in the standstill spoken words were on the tips and wrapped within our lips, skipped the world with fingers curled, pressed into your skin. i dont know just what you are, but crave your taste again.