When I Felt High

When I felt High

I crawled into

Dirt,

Seeing steeples in things,

Repetitive moments,

Forced cards

Undulating,

Tires messing with

Sacred Dreams,

Others’ paths

Tempted,

When living

Inventions

Cease in

Saving my Own.

A Child

Royal ruby,

Life’s faithless seer,

Dripped in Diamond

Stare,

The shadow path

She leaves,

Where is your

Moonless dream,

To lay down

Blue tipped

Prayers?

When She Felt

When she felt

Ugly,

The past refracted

From roses

Seeking respite,

In still swallowed

Pain,

Missed reflections,

Passed onto the

Prettier ones,

Livid bottles drained,

Burned on the face

Living to hide

Weaker shades

Of resemblance

To the chosen laughing

Away

Curtains loosening to

Ash frames…

For a Friend

Beauty rubbed off

Dirty,

When real light

Aches

In ember disparate

Flow,

Discarded to

Somnolent moons

Overturning

Nostalgia

To reverent

Absence..

It’s Okay

It’s okay

Because lonely moons

Throw diamonds

Upon bled diaries

Avoiding wrecks

So hands

Can hold

To Venus bent

Tides

Making magic

In summers receding…

World

It will never be

A total

Love thing with

The World,

When voices waft

Behind

Holographic Doors,

Bent to become

Soiled recitations,

Burials planned,

The long hearse called for,

In steeped water

Blackened

To suns

Wasting

Glares

On illicit ocean beds.

Chase

When I feel feline,

Chases seem

Null,

In tail swishes

Boredom glazes

Tiny captures of

Light,

Pulled toward hearths exp lod ing,

Sworn away to

Contemplate where

Boots indent so

Fierce in abandon

Sacred Earth Layers.

Prophecy

Slave Diamonds,

On strums emptying

Their dusted resolve,

When eyes clear me.

Great Lakes,

None travelers communicate

Within

To festive blazes

Stoking peace.

Ice words

Cascading

Gentle genius

Choirs,

Stepped back to

Equate distance acquired

To gold.

Dreams unpolluted

Through feelings

Split

The way

Records turn

Them into

Just one click,

Ending plays

For skips.

Needed wishes

Cradling

Dead expanses,

When candied

Curtains

Mirror to

The Backdrop

Of daydreams set to

S L O W.

Still

BURN

Of a

Card laid down,

Thrice thought,

The cloud beings emerge,

Fountains

Prophecize

In linings of

Angelic winds

Thrown

To breathe

What smoke leaves

The Oceanside Blunt

On moons arrived.