date night

romancing my pain.
take it out on a date.
feeding it daisies because roses are too expensive.
stroking it pleasure
with the saddest song i know.
it's all i've ever known.
it's all i've ever been.
teach me different.
to love myself-
by flying a kite
all the way up to heaven
with my name on it.
to show me there's a chance i can still make it.

eating our creation

Stir it all up
alpha-bet soup universe.
boiling beauty before it dies.
slowly simmering at the perfect temperature
long enough to melt the letters.


Dropped my own eye in the mixture
for clarity and heart.
add a taste of my own being
to understand what it is i'm eating.

Manna from heaven.
All of nature in a bowl.
penciled in the weather
to make sure you come home.

Sweet fragrance lingers
like a ghost that's always there.
Awaken that hunger,
for synchronized truth.
Love like air,
when you don't have enough to breathe
but are satisfied with that smell.


Sitting at the table,
you out at war,
a candle on the left
and a candle on the right.
we eat our creation
to end our starvation.
a romantic dinner of hope and pain.
Tears in our cups to sprinkle as salt
for all the wisdom we've gained.


Welcome Aletheia.
devour our brood.
I drink her wine till my cup is cleansed again.
That will be the day we make something new again.

Merciful Fate

I reach out, feel space.

Lost a star to infinity.

Resurrect an Egyptian boy

Who meets me in dreams.

Embody the overwhelming.

Haunting face; desire,

That gives me inspiration

and takes it away by the hour.

Love affair with a memory

Sinking heart skips a beat.

Electrifies my body.

Melts it from the purity.

Change is consuming.

Live to relive that moment.

Untouched, resisting.

Like the passion of gods when they kiss.

Eyes lock.

No glare, read my soul.

We have a match,

So set it on fire

and watch it burn.

Serenade what once was

Everlasting everything.

Place it on the mound-

To sacrifice self-sacrifice

Heal that brutal distance

as I sun-bathe in steam.

Like an ultimate death

when fate is merciful,
Piercing our everyday truth.

A holy mountain of secret worship.

Built it up like a temple

but the sun died in the West.

Like an altar without a god.

or the Mona Lisa kept in a vault.

Collapsing in on itself

is the newborn child.

Breastfeeding my lament.

Wearing a halo as a martyr.

Stroking it is the Mother.