Reflection of the Light

Sing to me the beautiful lies of the world

Dance with me till our toes touch the sky

Inside I hold precious thoughts, precious dreams

Afraid of sharing what I love and who I see

Faces blend together, like paint on a canvas,

Like the years that never end, or the time that

Doesn’t stop

 Been here for hundreds of years

I’ve danced with fire till my eyes started to burn

I’ve loved a man with many, many sins

To the bottom of my heart, the bottom of my soul

Touch the weakness within, to be afraid of the light

The fire will burn your darkness if you don’t give in

Touch of a rain drop upon the skin, a light feather

Rub across your lips. Let us love once more, before

The Winter takes you and cracks your bones, before

The Sun steals you and eats your heart.

I’ve been here for hundreds of years

Hundreds of years        

I will hold you again.

When you feel the words your mind eats, your mind seeks. When you steal the melodies from the bluebirds, and you think. When you drink the honey from their roses, when you explore the mountains. When the peach sun rises, I will hold you again.

Three Line Pocket Poem.

The death of our Earth, which is upon us as the nights roll into years and my mirror cracks.

Where the angels dance in the silent memories of us, the stars shine brighter than blue.

The taste of the wolf moon, the blood of our loved ones, where love once lived, alive. 

Tuesday Tongues.

You can give your girl a little sugar for her

Attitude that is out of this world

Where I want to go with you before we

Die tonight or tomorrow I don’t care

Anymore where my ashes go as long

As you have time for the sunset and the

Sunrise, where I will meet you for our

Morning date with the park bench and

Coffee that tastes older than a hundred

Years, time which I’ve been waiting for you.

And the day that we watch the death of the sun
That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on
That you gaze unafraid as they saw from the city ruins

Hozier

I HAVE AN AGLET 4 SALE.

Finding time between papers and cigarettes

Take a slice of my mind, and a piece of pie.

Dirty finger nails bother me, just as much as

Off centered clocks.

FIX

FIX

FIX.

Keyboards with toes, an old man nose and

Classified ads. Where will time go when

Print dies? Will the writers still write?

Will their words reach the sky or meet

On white paper? Printers print the sad

News, daily. When the crossword puzzles

Talk, and the pen starts dancing, the walls

Will melt and you can see people’s feelings.

Winter is Usually Cold.

Your eyes, smooth as a button, where I live sitting free above your brain

Hair hanging free, with the sunshine on my mind.

I met a little bird today where the rain stops before the men cry

And the coffee tastes like paradise with limes.

The train took me far away, to a place where the animals run free

And the grass is a tint of Winter Green.

Here we are again/ under the sun/ all ten fingers/ thoughts they linger/

Around and around/ all ten fingers/ starry night dancing/ taking second chances.

Actually

I’m not as pure as the ocean

As I told you on that rainy Sunday evening

We all have secrets, mine lay in my grave

Waiting for my soul to arrive

I’ve lied, I’ve probably stole stuff too

I am the devil in a girl disguise

Don’t trust what I say, I never do

Sweet lips lie to you, every day

My soul isn’t yours, it doesn’t exist

When you are near me, I am dead

I am not as sweet as honey, baby

Death lies upon my tongue,

Each night I meet the coyotes in

The deep woods and we run free

Then I am alive

DID YOU SEE THE HOLE THAT TRIED TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE?

d o n t e v e n k n o w a n y m o r e 

Eating moldy blueberries and writing

Writing about the love I never got

The love I never had.

When time has been spent, 7 years to be exact,

Love should come more naturally, more mature.

When the Earth sinks into the dried ocean, where

Will the stars tinkle at night?

I just want to know if I’m doing this right.

Is love supposed to feel like this? Feel like nothing?

The words off your tongue, don’t mean a damn thing.

Emptiness has become my new friend, the color black

Owns my soul and my shattered heart.

I thought this was love, I thought I was doing it right.

Things do have to end at some point, but don’t end

When the bells are about to start playing.

Or when the babies start to cry.

You’ve already left me here to die,

So just tell the birds to tuck me in

And go.

Give me time to recharge

Being me, being who I am, my soul needs time to recharge.

Busy at work like a little bee, trying to save the happiness inside your body.

To be whole, to be one, to just love and be free. 

My soul has a lot to do in one day.

Helping others achieve the great sense of life and a reason to smile.

Love gives me a bellyache.

When I was sixteen, things made sense, my love was real, the world was bright.

Today, things get worse then better then turn for the unknown. Between sidewalks

And tree house sleepovers, nothing compares to our love. So raw, so beautiful, just

The thought of you could bring me to my knees. Tears roll down my face, just to

Think about you on this Spring Monday. Do you remember my favorite color? Or

My birthday? I think I still have some notes you wrote me and I’m sure they’ll be 

Better in the trash. To dream of things that once existed, gives me a bellyache.

Love More.

Fears fall to the floor, while tears follow.

All I want to do is love you and I want

To feel true love. Feel the rain fall on

Our noses at 2 am. Stay up all night to

Watch the sunrise then go to bed until

The afternoon. Love lives here, but it’s

Hard to find. Under the fear of life,

The fear of death. Don’t be afraid of

Anything- that’s what holds you back.

Five feet away from me, my heart sings

For your breath and you just stare.

I thought I could find love in the

Music, something that I could feel

After listening to it. I thought I could

Find love in the old man that lives next

Door, he’s too far gone. I know love is

Here, I can taste it just on the tip of my

Tongue. Don’t be afraid and just spread

Your wings. Please just trust me-

Take my hand and let’s dance into

The night together.

For You, I Live.

I won’t give up on you even if the ocean is crushing down, I will always be by your side

You can find me riding high, right next to you even when the sun don’t shine.

I will follow you even through the darkest, thickest of your days baby.

When you need something bright, I will be your light even if my mind is dark.

I will be there when you call, even before the birds wake, I will be here for you.

Don’t feel sad or afraid my darling, the light is in your pocket you see.

Just feel the love and follow me I promise you I know where I am going.

I love you until the Earth’s End.

 
Where does your First Love go?

People say the Third Love is your last Love. What about the First time you fall in Love? What about the beautiful rush of a summer’s breeze that once touches your lips? How about the first time we starred into an abyss together, and we watched our souls dance into the galaxy? Before you even touched my body, your eyes touched my soul. Deeper than anything else, I knew I was at Home. I miss our voice, the smell of your hair on a summer’s night. How can people say the Third Love is your last Love?

Why do I still dream of us?

To think of you brings back to laying down on your living room floor listening to Electric Ladyland while the birds come in and out, the Earth takes a deep breath and lets it out with a gentle midnight kiss.

Why do you keep coming around? To leave me with nothing, no answers, no unkempt love. You just left me there, to die with knives in my thighs and a cold winter’s breeze in my eyes.

No explanation why. The petals upon my heart rose, weep in thought of what we used to be. In thought of the love you gave me, but never really knew how.

I still cry at the Full Moon on October nights and I still buy old records thinking you will come around to listen with me. I bring my soul to the River ever night to clean off what you left me with.