I would use the energy in my lips to kiss but I believe it’s best to go on missing you
The Diluting distance took our hearts apart
Deviously devising to comprise the space in between our love longing eyes, my once bug
I won’t lie, I’ve been pumping pesticides in my mind to remove the present pain of those grass green eyes
 
Hazardous fumes seeped and started speak on how hard I tried
needing a needle to shoot up more of that drug we mutually derived
Each kiss layered with intention; intervention blessed on sweet caress
Simply put nothing was stressed; love flowed freely out of the chest
 
An infection of affection takes to principled and preconceived insurrection
While on the lookout for tender moments where loving can be fully supplied
With loves compassion one easily turns a blind eye
 
Quietly a woman’s smile and a man’s pride become intrinsically tied
With the absence of that presence leaves a deep divide
To which Lost loveless lovers hush in reply with words whittled down to whispers busy putting pieces of their hearts back like arrows into a quiver
 
Delivered passions live only long enough to take the final toll
Rationalizing the emotional to make the physical like steps to a goal
Truth is a move always more expensive then the parts of the whole
 
If I wrote this poem and left untold how magical simple Sunday strolls could unfold;
I’d be devoid of a soul,
the peace I found in holding hands making stupid plans
We were just a couple of teenage fiends with love laced dreams all of them obscene but tripping so hard we believed them whole heartily all the way down to a T.
 
But by the end we could see
 how our story came to be
The time of our love like a flock of doves had reached the top of sky
Now to break apart and fly
In between kisses saying goodbye; Occasionally looking back at tear stained eyes
I learned with the beauty of life comes the fact that beautiful things change never die
 

  
Falling asleep
piece by piece
waking up on white shores
 
washed up to wooden oars
The red sands still stand as a testament
for our need to feel others hands
 
We want liberation, that's often denied
Left to make tents out of patches and ripped sails
lacking no tender care in construction
 
patchwork dreams. SUch Stupid Patchwork Dreams.
Yet with unshattered hearts
It was sweeter then the sea of salt we were surrounded by
The sea we would sorrowfully swallow
 
still trying to collect the stars
Thinking our eyes can catch the whole night sky
Somehow we imagine know that if we look long enough we’ll find a way and sure enough there is
 
5-16-13

Art gives hope in this frightening world we have created.
So filled with malicious intent and belligerent ignorance for a gluttonous luxurious lifestyle. 
 we feel so disconnected from our dreams and too attached to our couches.
the world right now is whispering to each one of us.
"You are nothing but a walking temple of immintent beauty"
5-10-13

Our citites are so small to the sunset


We are the only thing in between
Only thing that makes the steel an office
Only thing that holds you back 
Freedom

Romeo spills on tender affections that are softly and supplely spoken 
Only to serenade a sweetly starry eyed Juliet 
As the caress of a galvanizing wind blows 
On through a night crystallized by heart felt intentions 
delicately frozen in time in the minds of fair lovers

Deviously devising to comprise the space in between our love longing eyes, my once bug
I won’t lie, I’ve been pumping pesticides in my mind to remove the present pain of those grass green eyes
Hazardous fumes seeped and started speak on how hard I tried
needing a needle to shoot up more of that drug we mutually derived
Each kiss layered with intention; intervention blessed on sweet caress
Simply put nothing was stressed; love flowed freely out of the chest
An infection of affection takes to principled and preconceived insurrection
While on the lookout for tender moments where loving can be fully supplied
With loves compassion one easily turns a blind eye
Quietly a woman’s smile and a man’s pride become intrinsically tied
With the absence of that presence leaves a deep divide
To which Lost loveless lovers hush in reply with words whittled down to whispers busy putting pieces of their hearts back like arrows into a quiver
Delivered passions live only long enough to take the final toll
Rationalizing the emotional to make the physical like steps to a goal
Truth is a move always more expensive then the parts of the whole
If I wrote this poem and left untold how magical simple Sunday strolls could unfold;
I’d be devoid of a soul,
the peace I found in holding hands making stupid plans
We were just a couple of teenage fiends with love laced dreams all of them obscene but tripping so hard we believed them whole heartily all the way down to a T.
But by the end we could see
 how our story came to be
The time of our love like a flock of doves had reached the top of sky
Now to break apart and fly
In between kisses saying goodbye; Occasionally looking back at tear stained eyes
I learned with the beauty of life comes the fact that beautiful things change never die
10-4-12