Violet

My eyes cry out for violets.

Whispering voices tell me it’s okay.

“Everything will be fine.”

Yet with each new sun the pain grows.

My thoughts wane with the moon.

All I long for now is comfort.

All I desire is violet.

Twenty

No longer does the water frighten me,

Yet I am still unable to dive in.

The air is where my spirit resides

Yet I long for water with a passion unknown.

I have seen twenty fallen.

 

My watermark is faint and seems faded,

Yet I know that it has only begun to appear.

The stars yearn madly for the earth

While I desire the precious moon.

I have seen twenty fallen.

 

Desert sands ride upon the wind

While I count stars that have escaped.

Darkness eneters where light once was.

I cannot even hesitate for

I have seen twenty fallen.

 

Nothing can destroy the scene

That’s replayed in my dreams.

Both visions amiable and most horrid

Fill my grieving mind.

I have seen twenty fallen.

 

I gaze upon the darkened sky

Watching all the movements.

I know there are not stars that fall

But still the sight is beautiful.

I have seen twenty fallen.

Tonight I Gazed at the Moon

Tonight I gazed at the Moon.

I sat on the soiled pavement

Listening to songs of September,

Gazing upon the Full Fire Moon of August.

I watched as the thin white clouds rose,

Rose up to greet dear Selena.

I feared they would obscure her silvery light.

But not even the clouds could diminish her glory.

Selena shone as brightly as ever before

As the clouds seemed to pass behind her.

 

Tonight I gazed at the Moon

Feeling the gentle breeze upon my face

And allowing myself to be at peace.

The cool air soothed all the lines of friction

That burdened my lonely soul

As the Moon gazed down upon me.

Rampid thoughts ceased their chatter.

My hands became steady once more.

My neck softened and became languid.

My heart, my shattered glass, opened like a rose.

 

Tonight I gazed at the Moon.

Tied Up

Tied up with rope,

I fight the urge to scream.

My wrists are starting to bleed.

The coarse fibers have sawed into my skin.

What is there left to lose once the flesh is gone?

 

Tied up with cloth,

I cannot remember yesterday.

What was it that stole me away?

The wind stung my eyes until they wept.

To leave is to forget what I was fighting for.

 

Tied up with wire,

I bite down upon my tongue.

The sanguine taste leaves me hostile.

Roaches celebrate the furtive drops of sweat.

One day my eyes will open and see the truth of it all.

 

Tied up with chains,

I am at a loss for words.

My fingers are completely numb.

Vision has become a faded memory.

Has it been too long since I dreamt of liberty?

Slight Chance of Rain

The Eyes get heavier with each click of the hand,

While the neck grows deliciously languid.

The pale yellow horizon peeks out from the gray

For a final goodbye to the moisture.

There’s a slight chance of rain.

 

One evening long ago I stood upon the roof

Drinking wine and envying the stars,

Singing songs and swaying to the wind,

The moon kissed my eyelids.

There was a slight chance of rain.

 

I stand with arms open feeling the droplets

Touch my nervously cold outer shell.

Fragments enter my mind as my

Dreams penetrate the real world.

There’s a slight chance of rain.

Skylights

Sitting upon the wooden plank

I look to the west and gaze at the clouds.

Lightening flashes, yellowing the sky

Brilliant crooked lines crawl through the black

And so I turn to relax my eyes,

To gaze into the darkness once more.

 

Sitting upon the wooden plank

I look to the east and gaze at the stars.

Dull yet ever proudly present

They declare their silent stations.

These green eyes ache as they strain

To see the twinkling specks of light.

 

Sitting upon the wooden plank

I wonder about these two skylights.

Are they competing for the attentions

Of sky gazers like myself?

Who has taken the yellow-gray chalk

And drawn the line between them?

 

Skylights fill my entire being

With both flashes and twinkles.

Skylights strain my eyes in this darkness,

The one too bright the other dim.

Which of these skylights will win

The prize of domination this night?

488

Running through time as if in a dream can weigh you down.

Yellow pills which may be working but it’s hard to say so you take them anyway.

When three languages blend together and when even the rain feels like a scalpel on your flesh is when the time has come to forget time and forget all of those random thoughts which possess you.

Just gaze up at the beauty of the Green Moon, lovely Selena or Luna, and smooth away all the lines of friction in your life.

No more reason, no more emotion, just peace.

If a tear falls then face the wind and feel it creep into your hairline.

There is solace on the other side of the desert if you believe in it.

Time has ran from me.

Has life run from me as well?

Phos

Clouded visions wander through the iced branches.

Reflections whiten with boundless age.

Tears freeze before dawn.

 

Bucks cannot fathom the celestial melancholy.

Electric chariots vainly run.

O Sun, where are you?

 

Light snow covers the iced blue waters.

Wisps of air float above it.

Flowers wither.

 

Escape is not possible for the white light.

Grays and blacks prevent it.

Flames crawl.

 

Phos.

Only in the Night

Though under the stars I am content,

The headache has come day after day.

I take more pills to ease the tension.

I’ve lost count of how long,

How long the pain has been present.

Only in the night does it subside.

 

I daydream at night, preventing my sleep.

Something must be done to stop this,

But I cannot let go – I love the daydreams.

This structure supports these frail legs.

It does not seem like fantasy to me.

Please let there be daydreams at night.

 

My fingers have moved from the ivory keys

To the metal strings on the fretless neck.

The cello overpowers all other instruments –

One I’ve never played over the many I have.

Perhaps it is time to enter song once more.

But only in the night do I desire this.

 

Loneliness creeps deep down into my stomach,

But my mind doesn’t want anyone around.

I enjoy this solitude, this dream that I live in.

Everything else stands second to this.

Why must people prefer the sun over stars?

The moon is the one who is seen night and day.

 

I feel the warmth of his hand upon my cheek,

Even though I have never truly known his touch.

How can one feel such connection, such devastation

If dreams are nothing more than images?

Comfort and happiness do visit on occasion,

But only in the quiet of the night.

 

Beneath the sun I feel dark and alone.

Romance is ever absent in the light.

For that I have only myself to blame.

Dreams may strengthen and encourage me

Yet they prevent motion forward, prevent life.

These maddening circles calm down in the night.

 

Dreams give me power – how could one let that go?

Real love is saved for my mind in the night.

Yet these little white pills and these little blue pills

Are all that prevent my daytime pain.

Everything my soul needs and desires is provided –

But only in the night.

My Heart

They wanted to hear a love story

But I had none to give.

Death praised me for the notes

Yet I continued to live.

 

The Jasmine incense burns ever slowly

In this twisted room with bells and slivers.

Why must the noises constantly annoy me?

Why must the breezes continually employ me?

 

Answers are everywhere yet nowhere at all.

The lost and the found serenade me on mornings.

Which poison is able to cure my ailment?

I long to breathe warm December air.

 

They wanted to hear a love story

But I had none to give.

Death praised me for the notes

Yet I continued to live.

 

These fleeting songs fill my heart.