Campfire and Starlight

Hello baby!
Have you seen me lately?
My eyes glow again,
and my hands feel again.

Come ’round my way,
and lets play.
The campfire, and star light,
will dictate our mood,
and we’ll light up the night
with our lips.

My hands on your hips,
with your arms around the back of my neck.
Let’s silence the howls of the wolves
with your pleasurable screams.

Come ’round my way
baby, and lets play.


Better by the Letter

I could write words for days,
and still not mean a single one of them.

I could feel something so strong,
and never find the right words to write.

I could spill my heart out 
onto a page, or a blog post,
and come off disingenuous.

I could fabricate falsehoods 
with consonants, and vowels,
that would seem  to emulate,
even perpetuate, a sense of  realism.

More often I find my self
feeling lost in a whirlwind of words,
like violently swirling tornadoes.

There are fields of flowers
with letters written on them,
but they never seem to 
let me uproot them in the order
I require to paint pictures 
using the vowels and consonants
sprawled out on their petals.

I am getting better by the letter. 
The way of the pen is more
then spilling the ink kept with in them.
Spending seconds, hours, days, weeks, years,
seeking for words like
seeking for specific specks of sands  
in sweeping deserts.
Our minds.

I’m getting better by the letter.
I’m getting better by the words.
I’m getting better by the poem.
I’m better better by the story.


Treasure Chest

The sadness from the past
has left your heart agape 
with a black void.

I shall intertwine my 
fingers full with fiery of love, 
and grip your blight struck heart.

I will pour passion past
the spilling point,
and steal the top,
like a stone cap to a well,
with a kiss infused with life

To make sure 
you heart never surrenders
to sadness ever again,
I will always hold you close.

I will dawn my armor,
silver and gold with hope,
and draw my sword when
I  sense any threat that 
wishes to steal the treasure
I’ve stored with in your chest.


Natural Love

The sky will sing
her name when we
walk on the wind.

The clouds will part,
and the sun will
spill it’s warmth over
the length of our shoulders,
and down our backs.

The tress will 
beat like snares
when they sway side to side,
wile we glide over their tops.

Waters shall make waves
in attempts to grab us.
They will crash below us.
Making sounds, such as symbols
being bashed with drum sticks.

The clouds will
anger with each laugh
that we playfully utter.
They will reach out fingers
to strike us down from their

With each failing pass 
they grown with thunder
to give us bass to feed our
melodic moments.

Nothing under the sun
shall break our love asunder.

The tress shall not break us.
The waves will never take us.
The thunder shall never quake us.

But this abyss,
filled to the brim with love,
and bliss, will consume us,
but we shall dance joyfully into it.



Why do you keep running
from your fears
like it has lungs
that run on oxygen,
like you, and I?

Fear will never be escaped.
Run face to face with 
what fears you most.
Either that, or 
get chased down like
wolves frothing after a sheep.

Fear runs deeper,
and deeper,
until it sinks you.
Breeder of paralysis,
and eater of life,
one must fight it,
sword in hand,
to defeat it. 

Seek it out.
Root it out
like a viscous weed
in the most beautiful garden.
Left to survive, 
it’ll suffocate, and eliminate,
every flower, and every fruit.
Every stable root, and every vegetable.

It’ll growl, and howl,
until you bow to it. 
It’s hunger insatiable.
It will; voracious.

Stand and fight.
Run right into it.
Embrace the unknown.
Taste what it feels like
to live free from fear.


Water on Fire

Do you know what you see?
Are you elated like me?

Bells ring.
Bees sting.
Birds sing.
Boxers swing.

Your eyes.
Your eyes.
They are shining.
Mine are sinking,
down your body.

Boats and waves.
Clouds and lighting strikes.
You and I.

We are rougher than
stormy waters.
We’re more beautiful
than the summer 
sunset over the ocean.

You and I.
Ghosts in houses-
static clothes
on goose bumped skin.

Crowed streets-
faces pass.
They’ll never last,
like us.

We’re forever-
always floating,

We’ve been drowned
so long,
that found ways to breath the water,
and then we lit the water on fire.



Lovely Disaster

Fake and cracked.
Faded and wrecked.

The mask.
Her facade.

Her life,
and her demise.

Stripped from
all the things she 
used to sing of.


Forced fed,
lies. Disguised.

Oh my.
My oh my.
How could I 
not love thy 
cry-ing eyes.

Doing all I can
to mend a heart,

Pieces scattered.


Hope is Contagious

We are like  flashlights
that choose to be 
turned off because
we don’t want 
people to complain
about their eyes hurting
due to them 
becoming so well adjust
to the blinding darkness.

I’m here to tell you
that my light
will shine right in your face.
It’ll burn your iris,
infect your whole body
like a illness,
and be contagious
like a virus!

Hope will be the only thing
you, not only see,
but feel.

Sadness, in this moment,
will have no more weight,
because we’ve
been waiting so long
for someone else
to fix everything that
has been made wrong.
So, I decided to write,
and scream at the top of my lungs,
in hopes to, attempt to 
fight the darkness
that this world has gripped
around so many other’s lungs.