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City IV

How many times have I done this before?

Taken these broken stones
to rebuild this broken house.

Was this stone ever fresh?
Once, when it was whole… maybe
That is but a distant memory.

Yet. I start fresh –
with broken things,
The debris of dust and air.
The remains of yesterday.

I always took a moment to look
at the calmness that lay afterwards.
At the poignant beauty of destruction
The charred remains of a life rewritten

Like a tree that grows from a raped stump
A few moments of naked brown flesh

In the Canyon of the Bird

There are many ways to tell
about this canyon.

Here is one way.

The man dropped
from ledge to ledge
until he reached a
long bench of sandstone
that stretched lateral
toward a pour-off that
could be scrambled
down. There was snow-
melt running which
was pooled enough
for him to fill his
bottles. Afterward he
toed the slickrock to
the bottom into a stand
of leafless cottonwood
and sage. The wash
wound its way ahead
and he gazed up
seven hundred feet
at the juniper along
the rim. He'd saved
himself some time by

When everything changes

When everything changes It changes everything Does it even make a sense? When everything changes It changes yourself Do you have anything left when that happens? When everything changes It changes the people that surrounds you all of a sudden Don't you think you're all left for yourself? When everything changes Reality knock out the hell of you Making you realize, it's not like before anymore And all you can do is watch the changing world and crumble down the floor.

Waterfall of Gold


We ran through the forest at the speed of a wavelength
Purple clouds crowded the sky
The soil was steaming, lavender scented the air

Reggae jams played from his boombox, accompanying us to cascading waters
I could taste the electricity, sparking in my mouth, tickling my throat
Romeo Santos, you are the Bachata king of my night club

We never ran, we like to take things slowly
And we held hands and jumped into the waterfall of gold
Where’s the kush?

Tropical bridge views feeding our brains with celestial vibes

Miss you while your here

I'll never forget that horrible day when the ambulance came and rushed you away. I thought it was over and had to say goodbye.  Things just kept getting worse as the minutes ticked by. You made me promise to stay by side!  Your scared and feel something wrong inside for weeks you were sleeping, but getting stronger I knew. I kept my promise, I was there watching you; holding your hand saying your doing great.  One day you'll respond so I'll sit here and wait.

A star has been born

Many tried to stop her few were behind her the faith she never let go of the fact that she was able to overcome all of the hate thrown at her her vocals are breathtaking she is a humble soul and has a huge heart she is a inspiration to many she is a star and that will never change because there is only one Normani Kordei who is shining in her own light

Deceptive Perception

Cast in the shadows, my ambitions hold fast during a time of meaningless regret. Indications of hope flee from grasp as fear crawls through these fiendish veins craving a taste. While this seductive temptation overwhelms any sense of moral judgement, a worthless impression of my self image emerges progressively for every step I take. Horrified I drift aimlessly blind through lifes unforgiving tests in time as battered emotions I once felt now drip into a numbing psychosis. A deafening sickness reigns superior among all soul wrenching infections humanity could ever come to endure.

Fear of Drowning

it's almost more than I can bare –
trying to stand naked
in my own mind, in the ether
the binary of either or
commitment to
one foot in,
I get into the car
tiny desk soundtracks
your profile in the dark
still something too much
too light to share
the passing shadows
I stare sideways
in case I can see
what I cannot put my finger on
whatever lives between us
is a breathing apparatus
for the sudden sea that shows itself
there is no pulsing gray noise reminder
just questions cast
we can stare with magnified eyes

Siblings

It fell apart again today – she gave him a buzz-cut and now he looks like a neo-Nazi. He snapped at her, I swore at him and she’s cried so many tears there’s a little moon jelly on her parquet floor. I hug her, mutter something about the male ego, resist the urge to launch into Mars and Venus and tone it down to we’re different. This must be how siblings are – I wouldn’t know, I have three but we didn’t share a childhood – so I wipe up the jelly, resign myself to the mood that drifts on the air till supper. Now I hear him whistling, hold my breath as she sweeps though the room –

Gem

Gems will forever glow Your diamond will always sparkle Your beauty will never fade because you had a beautiful soul Your voice will never be forgotten A gem like you can never be replaced Your smile lit up everyone's world Now you are smiling in a beautiful garden surrounded by beautiful angels