I placed her head in my hands
and laced my fingers through the patchwork of her silence.
Clocks can't hold you, Love,
but they’ll eavesdrop
and try to slip a limit on moments.

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There is too much left unsaid.

I can’t count the days swallowed by you.

I want to be wrapped in you so tightly

we forget what the air feels like.

I remember when we thought we still had time to waste.


I remember when I had so much time left here.

I drive home again and

she has outgrown all her clothes.

I don’t have to kneel to hug her now.


I close my eyes

and suddenly

I am old enough

to have old friends and old enemies

to have memories that won’t last forever.


When did we stop

measuring our lives in months?

I don’t want any of this to be unsaid.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/18/19

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fire fire fire

in the colors I can’t speak


I send it back and forth

on winds

I can’t have calculated


so it’s better to just

hope they stay awake


make me another lifeline

carve me another story

or I will spend every inch right here


sun blazing

now I’ve done it all

everything you can touch

framed in flames


I strike the matches, throw them

one by one

into the universe

with every handshake

I’m breathing you into



come on

you are all I can see

I send rockets to

collapse at your fingertips


come on

spray paint the world with me

I hope you stay awake

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Written 8/30/19

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I run on you like moonlight-

it is not something I asked for

but every time I step outside to a midnight

I forget how beautifully

it melds to my skin


and I don’t need

you, I need

to be a part of you,

like every time I come here is a beginning and

you are my timer,

this is the dream

I have heard them singing about

my whole life.


For years I have been counted as lucky,

counting the days,

counting down or up or both.


I have never counted this fast

I want as many half-asleep mornings

as many best nights

as I can get.

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Written 4/8/19

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Hands of time

It seems like only minutes pass

And then you are gone

Into the nothingness

That surrounds me when you are away


Our hearts fleeting moments

Seem to go by in the blink of an eye


Our desire for one another’s touch

Is only enjoyed in intermittent flashes of time  


How we both desperately want to reach out

And take hold of the hands of time

And use them to bend and mold

The very fabric of time and space


Into a continuous shared moment

Within our very own place

Of timeless existence

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The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people


unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck


forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown


grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past


Sheltering a full covering; starlights
Are on, the rocks are bright
Beauties. The night, a king
Him darker still a-crowding
All on those hours, late.
Shadow's heavy weight
Lulls us deep to dream,
Hell or heavenly streams
Upon them, we sleep
Quietly as they seep
Between the open hands,
Of Glass, the sand,
Between the cross-ways,
We walk always.

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The Glass

Slip it in on now, the sand soft flow
Untouched that white pure and original
Of earth's time taken from the past all
Has changed the days lap and more the years
That keep a secret as the heart clears,
The place of love for it as years go.
But memory, always has the gone, stored
And pall holds it dead, and silence , shut!
But let go now , the past, let me ride
The wind! the wind always pour the sand:
That outflow, narrowly, slipping in there
The dustless has you counted, therein,
Each small dirt knows where way the whole life went
And now, from here to there, how revolving life will be.

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Emotional Ocean


There in front of me


With no way around

It hits me

Waves of pain and devotion

It's an emotional ocean.


There's a sanctuary outside of my mind

But my mind had me confined

Inside of this rhyme

Running out of time

To find

This peace that I must've left behind.

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