I was born a desert man
in the valley of the sycamore trees
where life tends to suffer
and flourish through agony.
...
Your letters dance
around my tongue
in crimson rhythm,
fluorescent tempo.
...
What is there to do?
When the goals have all been met
When a person dreams the future, but
Not what to do next.
...
I can be seen a mile away,
But you will only see my curse.
A pale coat of armor,
With a firey crimson helm.
...
A storm above my head.
Tremors below my feet.
Avalanche Tsunami,
This disasters right on beat.
...
Sulami is a girl with a peculiar name.
I'm not sure if she's my friend,
But I loved her all the same.
She came from out of nowhere,
...
Eyes are windows to the soul
We spend our lives glancing veiled
Searching for our home.
...
Do you see it in my eyes?
A lifesworth of abandonment,
And the love that slowly died.
I dont believe our loves pretend,
...
Two bodies
Flowing with each other.
Taking day by day,
Trusting one another.
...
A diamond with no fitting,
A king withought a country.
Here I am just wondering,
Why nothing seems to suit me.
...
How long will they miss me?
There's no sure way to tell,
dimensions and time
are all a matter of perspective.
...
She's not the one
ripping petals from a rose
like insect legs that
cry love
...
There's a woman with
a baby
thirsty for a teat,
with a handful of snacks
...
In three words? Red Hair's Weird.)
No One Can Help
I want to tell them
with open letters
deploying parachutes
I want to tell them
as they hold hands
walking nervous
through the park
Never be ashamed.
I want to tell them
that their fear
has the best of them,
and maybe ours has
it too.
I want to tell them
when the moon
wakes up
and the sun lies
down
You can't help
but love
the ones
you love.