pocket poem #422

past the sea, the rivers meet.
sun drops touch my delicate skin.
to finally breathe in my own body.

pocket poem #421

if i told you a flower could bloom 
after midnight would you believe me? 

April

the cemetery swallowed my leg
a murder of crows watch from above
god only knows, where the road will go
cars pass by like light in the winter's night

poem

down by the sea
my soul can breathe again
down by the sea
my brain can think again
down by the sea
my body can grow again

mysterious time, mysterious rhythms, don't kill my vibe.

don't be afraid 

being afraid to die is like being afraid of life.
don't fear what has to come and what will
why waste your soul's energy on such a thing?
being afraid to die is like being afraid of life.
we know no one gets out alive, so just shine
don't fear the unknown, don't fear your life
being afraid to die is like being afraid of life.

drive by poem

i want to know what's going on in everyone's abode
something about it makes me think
the curiosity that lingers
in front of shut doors
and closed shades
i want to know what's going on in everyone's abode