The soothing balm of cool night air

Kisses the wrinkles of our furrowed brows,

As we stand motionless in our bubbles,

Single file under the dazzling marquee,

Waiting to release what haunts us.

Outside we are still singular,

We don’t mingle, don’t touch.

But when the music begins,

We are an amalgamation,

Of varied walks of life,

Swaying together in concert,

With the beat of the drums,

And the melody of the vocals.

It brings us together,

Regardless of status or creed.

For one night, to your left and your right,

Stand allies in the fight.

It was one of those nights you only dream about,

A scene in a movie you’d go a lifetime without.

Where everything was better than it had been in years,

With your eyes gleaming golden and music in my ears.

Yet somehow we fell apart in the days that followed,

You cut me off and handed me a bitter pill to swallow

And now I’m banging my heart against a wall,

It’s bruised and bleeding but I use it like a bouncy ball.

Because I don’t know how to stop running after you,

Even when my reflection in the mirror is black and blue,

I’ve been shooting off flares all week,

In hopes you’d find your way back to me.

Because it seems like we’re oceans apart,

Each day in exile continues to ravage my heart.

Memories of us when life felt perfect,

Haunt me like nightmares as I reflect,

On where things could have gone wrong,

When only weeks before we were humming along,

To a love song with the lights turned down low,

And your smile was the only thing making the room glow.

Now I lay restless in a pathetic drunken gloom,

Wishing I could be anywhere but alone in this room.

You can’t live in fear of the unknown or you risk never discovering it at all. Therefor Death is not something to be afraid of, as it is inevitable. We can only live to the extent that we find the greatness within ourselves and cherish it until our time comes.

There are times to be careful, such as guiding a vessel into a harbor, crossing a busy intersection, selecting a college major, caring for your parents in old age, or rearing a baby into adulthood. But there are times when you must seize opportunities before the fates have their say.

Years ago when I felt what I thought were Death’s cold fingertips in my hospital bed, it wasn’t death at all; it was my own fear of it consuming me. If I were meant to die, I would have been six feet under already. But I lived, and to live the rest of my life in fear of the inevitable, is to waste the time I have left.

It’s not her velvet touch that pulls me in,

Or the curves that flow from head to toe.

It’s in the words she speaks as I eagerly listen,

It’s the galaxy within that makes her glow.

In a million years, I might never discover,

Every planet and star that makes up her soul.

But I would spend my days trying to uncover,

The mysteries that keep me coming back for more.

Among the tropics surrounded by ethereal beauty

People bustling about on a sandy beach,

laughter and the ocean’s song crowd the air,

A thought wades in the shallows of my mind,

Always peeking above the waterline,

never out of view.

I could be carving mountains in the alps,

Feeling the icy breeze graze my skin.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins,

as powdered snow billows with each movement,

and still never escape that feeling.

If I were watching the bulls fight in the Azores,

Women in floral patterns dancing in the streets,

To the rhythm of Fado, blessing the night,

with their majestic step,

And the local wine blurring my vision,

I would still find that thought penetrating the haze.

Because wherever life might take me,

no matter how subtle or extravagant,

I can’t escape the truth,

That home is anywhere,

as long as it’s with you.

Weightless words fog the window
Clouding thoughts I once found mellow
Swirling tricks mistaken for treats,
Feeding me poison in place of sweets.
Spouting phrases out of context,
A hail of daggers finding the X.
Taking breaths to slow my heart,
Subdue the pain as it rips me apart.
Do you hear yourself when you speak,
Or is it I that has only grown weak?
I wish I could turn my head away,
As you find something else to say.
But there is no glory in surrender,
Crack the bottle for another bender,
Numb the soul, stoke the fires,
Spread the memories on funeral pyres,
Watch the ashes catch the breeze,
As my dreams get lost in the trees.
Entangled in your lover’s folly,
Preparing yourself for another volley.

As if this constant upheaval of my health wasn’t enough,
You stand there barking orders telling me to act tough.
Say how easy it is to brush it off with the company of a “friend”,
Tell me how I’ll feel so much better if I see you again.
But let me stop you before you go off the deep end.
Because I’m the one calling the shots for the war within.

I wake up only to sing the same routines

Double shot of espresso for the terrible dreams.

Fill my cup with honey to mask the bitterness,

Take a few pills to appease the sickness,

Try to choke some breakfast down,

As my self esteem continues to drown.

The lump in my throat won’t let much pass,

So I settle for some yogurt and an ice cold glass,

Of painful thoughts that circulate around my head,

They hover like a ghost that wants to see me dead

But I’m not willing to let go of this place,

I only want to learn how to forget a face.

I am in mourning…

Not because a loved one passed on,

but because I have a hole inside of me,

that once gleamed like burnished silver,

with diamond insets catching the light,

of a newly awoken sun.

It burned like the molten core of the earth,

flowing in rivers of golden ecstasy,

Filling every crevice of my body,

with an inimitable warmth.

The glow of what used to be,

is now a pulsating ember,

flickering in and out of existence,

teasing the end with its stuttering thoughts,

praying it could hold on a little longer,

though fate is quick to smother hope.

What wasn’t meant to be,

mustn’t be.

And so I go on,

missing a piece,

wishing for peace,

drinking myself to sleep.