On Youth

Small “acts”
takes down
the tree of
growth.

The forest slowly dies.

We used to be friends.

You and I.

I remember you,
quite well in fact.

You were born in December
and you hated Winter
because it reminded you
of your mother.

I’m sorry she left you on the doorstep…

“the burden of the past”
—-W. Jackson Bate in reference to tradition.

my words stretch truths
and flow through hallow trees—-

planting personal seeds
intertwining with roots of o…

Untie each blind fold, prevent false talk
Because if a murderer is allowed to walk?
Let him walk without a mask
Let his life be a bitter task

Clouds circle over my head
Counting days by feet touching after bed
Surely there’s something more
than fences and a closed door.

Bombs explode in my head
The road to redemption is painted red
Light versus…

i pluck flowers
as careful as
i watch the news
with dad

they dont belong
to us, i dont
deserve this.

i attempt amends
by offering them
to you

trash night comes
like it always does;
a broken vase,
a shattered …

Sitting here
in what feels like
the exact same spot
I stare out the window
while sipping on honey tea,
and listen to the high notes of a piano
as it clashes with drums and strings
in the most beautiful way…

A storm entered his placid mind,
Raining thoughts,
Thunder beat through his body as the pulse of his heart,
Lightning paved light, even if it was fleeting-
It would be another long night.

A boat sits
on the Hudson
teething the water
that’s as soft
as a baby’s cheek,
clinging to
and longing for…

Hope.

When I was steven, my mother knelt and held my hand, and she told me ‘Darling, you’re an old soul.

Love is the greatest risk anyone can take.

It’s taking your heart, your beating heart, and putting it on a table
And you are trusting the other person
to keep it beating.

And somedays it’s gonna bruise…

It could also be said that you own too many pictures of yourself. But I like that about you too.

If one day,
you should see me in the clouds
know this:
I loved you.

“We’d heard the stories of those who’d escaped and that’s what kept us going. “The Pursuit” they’d named it.”

There is a beast in the pit of my stomach
And it howls in the night, calling for home.
The longing drives me wild with passion.
I dance the dance of impulse and desire.

It welcomed itself
Where it was not welcome
It took whatever it pleased
But it pleased no one
It fed itself taking our
Crops
Our cattle
But it fed no one else
It made conditions
So dry
So harsh
Allowing fire
Usi…

“How can a man’s life keep its course
if he will not let it flow?”
-Lao-Tzu

The ocean runs through me
crashing into my rock,
my heart.

Beating
and being beat.

Mercilessly
yet majestical…

and all the while I’m dangling from the plastic pin
my skin ripping from the top
and there I go
there I drop