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.

faith and preservation

there is no forgetting for a fool, to live between a smile and a tear. a life of brief encounters in the land of bliss. unbalanced flesh and faces fleeting lust and love defeated. surrender self in resolution for lack of faith and preservation

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.

Death and Taxes and Duality

though in truth certainty is only a myth, we can count in trinity lifes granted guarantees. death and taxes and duality. when all is right in all the worlds, when peace is love and war is worn on faces in grace of gods by all, by day and dark in binary of dusk and dawn, and common as the carbon your truest myth is gone, certainty is wrong. your own reality reigns righteous by the light and perception leads you on. an action and a motive, and duality is born so set your sights on fire and breathe in chance for freedom. if certainty is myth, then whats the risk but black and white by binary in life?

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.

Uncertain Truth

so swept away we see in only black and white, and hope for guarantee, but fear to fail and fail to see what's always in between, the only certain truth for me is life in its uncertainty and so the plan is always gray and colors meant to change, in binary behind blue eyes that only see in green and greet each sun in smirk and smile under sheets or in denial. tried and tuned, the tired few all felt the burn in dual, the only certain jewel in life, is life's uncertain truth.