Glimpses

I see glimpses of light
when I sit and imagine
what lies ahead of us.

Like my mind is blinking
with memories that
haven't occurred.

Fortune has been good to me,
like a never-ending gift.
This is the most dangerous type.

So, I will never forget the lows,
as I continue to stop myself
from getting up on all the highs.

Four? How about seven?

My bright-eyed baby,
always know that I see you
and hear you.
Always know I will be next to you,
looking at you and smiling.

My bright-eyed girl,
please know how much brighter my sky has been since the days of Bayes.
My stars illuminate with the reason I was brought to you.

My bright-eyed sweetie,
don't you forget the beauty you possess,
the things that make you kick,
and the world that surrounds you.

My bright-eyed beauty,
never lose track of your potential,
like a time bomb ticking,
like an airplane during take off,
ready to take over.

When I look into you, my bright-eyed baby,
I see all that I need to see.

Foggy

What holds outside of my rainy window,
dark from the night,
cloudy from the water,
bored from the time.

Not used to having my decisions
placed in other people's hands,
especially when their intentions
are as foggy as the mountain top.

One day

I see the fog-filled nights
in our own place,
spoiled with laughter
and the love we make.

There is little I know more than,
little that I'm more certain
about,
than us.

Everything will fall into place
as we step farther into our world,
surrounded by illuminant smiles
and endless potential.

There is little I know more than,
little that I'm more certain
about,
than us.

Patients

To think you're there alone
while I am busy with nonsense,
makes me sick beyond belief,
two months of lack of freedom.

It's unlikely I'll ever come up
with the letters that connect to
the ever increasing pain I feel
when we are distant.

You are my rock, my baby,
my love, my heart. I miss you
every day, when we're together,
when we're apart, I miss you.

And it's endless, I know,
because I feel it endlessly.
A unique idea because I had
not loved until I loved you.

We are patients of patience
and it is painful, it is.
And "I miss you"
lacks adhesive, I know.

Frustration

Not in the most ideal of conditions,
we push through with angst to what lies ahead.
But sometimes we run into each other,
and I can be too big.

I'm looking for a way out
of all that I do,
because as busy as I get
you are all I see, think, hear.

I only ever see the chai tea lattes,
your embrace amid the sheets.
I only ever hear your laugh and love
amid our endless dance.

I am merely being caught
in frustration of missing you.
You are not simply along for the ride;
you equally hold the map of routes of which we follow.

Off

An off night
leads to the lack
of ability
to turn it off.

A quick sensibility, however,
results in thoughts of future,
an East coast neighborhood,
houses disimilar, filled with fog.

And mist that drips
during a 6 a.m. wake up call,
as I drift back to the west side,
of ports and surfers.

I think forget my possibilities,
and all that stands before me,
to recall my peaceful thoughts,
and fall asleep tonight.

A Wall

If I ever needed a prayer,
I need one now.
Or a flux capacitor,
a crystal ball.

I'm slowly growing tired
of this slowly moving time,
as I make slow-motion contact
into a wall.

Falling off the cliff
of my homestay timeline.

We're on our way

And when I think ahead
for just a few moments
I'm able to breathe
knowing my heart
is solidly protected,
silently reciprocated.

I miss the days I'd wake up
to those big eyes
prior to hours
laying around.

I miss the days we'd lay at night
while I sang to you words
full of truth, heart
and watched our show.

But then I think ahead
for just a few moments,
and I'm able to breathe
knowing my heart
is solidly protected,
silently reciprocated.

Your pencils, my trick tracks

Why is it we can't seem to
catch a break
with our hands open
and desperate in disguise?

When all we ask for
is an extension in a series
of hours we happen to be present
around one another.

But not a single worry arises
when I open these eyes
to see the path we lay down
piece by peace.

To our three, four or seven.
Our fights and make ups.
Our travels, our laughs.
Your pencils, my trick tracks.

143

Three silly words lack fulfillment,
Meaning, answers, feeling,
Thoughts, laughs, smiles
To what it really is.

Minus You

Our Earth circles and solves
It spins and dissolves time
Into infinite particle matter
We breathe.

I can no longer believe
In a planet minus you,
In a life minus you,
In a love minus you.

Terribly hard to describe
To those who will listen.
Perfectly effortless
While we reminisce.

Unprecedented.
I don't know if ill ever
Figure out how you cast this spell.
I know I like what I'm under.

Still Believe

I await the cold autumn nights
hidden underneath the sheets
while we calm the storm
or create one.

Know

To say I'm anything less than lucky
would be a fabrication of the life I live,
my life with my head in the galaxies.

Because I hold in my hands the greatest thing
and I'll protect it until the day my life cannot continue,
with a smile and a warm heart the entire way.

Bring on the Fog

I can sense the sun collapsing
behind the endless silhouette
of a mountain due for its autumn dew.

Months of hot air prepares for winter skies
Acid pours out of skin,
gets absorbed in the mind.

Bigger forces are at work
to cool the planet,
rid heat's cancer from its people.

Promises are for promises

Sometimes the words sneak in,
and sometimes they sin, they sin.
But I never intend
any pain that they may bring, again.

Patience is Learned

Crunched eyebrows are softened by the sound
of water crashing, waves collapse on sandy beaches peacefully,
before the water is sucked back in to an infinite cycle
of traveling the world through the seas.

And yells across the way get carried by the wind
over to the man who looks for peace every day.
A struggle to return to who he knows he is,
as the call for joy exhales into the sky.

The irony of a man looking for his key,
as it's found by a stranger buried underneath  the sand below.
Good people are everywhere
and I've found my one, the only person I need.

Unprecedented emotion overcomes me when I think,
about all I have acquired in such a short amount of time,
But the oceans never change, as the waters circle back,
the only thing that connects all the lands.

Forehead Kisses

So much love released into a kiss, like so many
before tonight and the ones the future will bring our way.
Our path is hardly laid out for us.
We carve the road ahead like a river through a canyon.

So much is not certain about that the life that we will hold,
unlike the knowledge we possess about the love we care to share
with each other, as others watch in awe about what they see,
that storybook love can be recreated, but somehow better.

Forehead kisses reserve a moment to stop, to think, to breathe
about all we have surrounded ourselves with.
A flowing positivity, floating on limitless possibilities,
of which our potential will take advantage.

And the moment I release,
as your eyes look up to see
mine glare into yours,
sure of everything.

My Life

My life is for you,

a promise that often

goes unspoken,

as it should.

For promises are

rarely kept in tact,

especially those

which are repeated.

But my promise is simple:

a life of joy, smiles in the morning,

laughs at night, a dance in the evening,

an end to our fights.

A life with never ending challenges,

the entire world for our eyes,

but I will show you, not speak about, how

my life is for you.

Checkered

I believe in lives without finish lines,
a push toward the never-ending.
Life is only for the courageous,
so find yours and go.

Take me to where the buildings no longer control

The dusk falls
under pressure from the night sky,
abandoned
by any symmetry that is left.

A light that hides
underneath the doorway
can spark thoughts of comfort
or a worry.

But an empty glance
directed forth at the night sky
echoes the empty room
filled with a lack of light.

Uncomfortable positions
take place
in a working mind's conditions
without proper regulations.

The city can be so ugly
amid the fallout of a dark power,
inhibiting every move
we set to play on the chess board.

Wipe the pieces off the table,
and keep all that is left:
the grass growing in the cracks
on the sidewalks outside.

Aging superpowers don't fare well
against the mind of a nature boy,
the knowledge of peace
and the want to destroy.

All that sits before us
are endless windows and stories,
standing proudly in front of those that starve
and beg at the feet of hunger.

But we are all the same,
as atoms make up life,
and the spark it takes
to douse the city in flames.

Don't Release

Take the breaths, calculated by the falling sun,
and a need to repair anything broken within.
But nothing breaks when the bond holds strong
versus the outside force of a jealous crowd.

A crowd filled with endless faces of envious disappointment,
the looks of which turn one-time smiles into ugly frowns.
No one is stronger than us.
Nothing can take us down.

Take my hand through the uphill battle,
a sword to clear the pathway,
your heart to keep you moving.
Just don't release.

Because I'll never give back
the hand that I hold, while the forehead I kiss
collapses into my chest, as my head covers yours
and we are reminded of the beauty we possess.

Ready.

Sometimes when I need you close,
a lack of better words
leads to the distant part
of you and me.

Heads turn quickly:
a failure to comprehend
a situation so deadly
and out of my hands.

But often I see the trees swaying
in the backdrop portrait,
lighting up the silhouette
of a white dress beauty.

Because I'll never let go of the image
you painted, bright as the sun,
while laughing in the backseat
of something bigger than us.

Next to me

Everything I do,
you'll do it with me.
Everywhere I go,
you'll come with me.
Never will you be left
in the dark wondering.

Looking Down On Us

Every night I wonder
why the stars shine so bright,
how the oceans never end,
when the rain will return.

Every night I wonder
why the Earth is the perfect shape,
built as endless, limitless
as all of life is.

Every night I wonder
just how it came to be
that our lives crossed paths
with perfect symmetry.

Every night I wonder
how a guy like me
could be this lucky,
to fall into this endless rabbit hole.

Every night I wonder
how life can be so wondrous,
ever-changing like the weather,
full of spirit and color.

Every night I wonder
about why we were brought together:
like the roaring tides and the stars that shine,
it's just how life's supposed to be.

We're the lucky ones

Driving down the interstate,
windows rolled as far as windows roll,
flowing air brings in the good vibes
from the world and into our hearts.

As our lungs fill up
with words of our emotion,
we exhale beauty onto one another,
describing the most beautiful bond.

We're the lucky ones
buried deep in our storybook world,
as others fail to see as we do,
that life is only to be prized.

Because anything less than
this love we have been given
would be robbery of the potential
we have for the most beautiful lives.

A weaker moment needs a stronger man

I love the way your guard falls down into my lap,
for me to hold while I witness the beauty you possess,
in every story, every word, that I’m lucky enough to listen to,
when your heart opens up and you let me inside.

Tusk

Sitting high in your tower,

your words fall down onto the

ground where you have placed me.

And I'm sure you're not the worst.
No, not even close,

but I like to think you are.

Golden Rule

Instant reactions can be infamously dangerous.
The things we say with a lack of patience.

Words spin back around and spend a lifetime
buried deep into your shoulder blades,
slicing at the irrelevant mistake
of failing to hold your tongue in place.

Never quite cautious,
I always speak my mind,
but I will continue this peace,
even during war time.

Carelessly Confident

I catch myself smiling
when I grab just a glimpse
of the rest my life
in only an instant.

Are we there yet?

I can almost hear the music playing
as I wait for your arrival.
A tear-shedding moment
is sure to follow.

I can almost see your reflection
on the train window,
as we soar throughout
the world around us.

I can almost hear you laughing
as you decorate the dinner table,
with a glass of wine,
as you watch me create.

I can almost transcribe
the late-night conversations
about everything that we've done
and all that lies ahead.

I can almost hear your calming tone
reminding me to breathe
while I slave away at editing
the final scene.

I can almost see
the children playing
in the backyard as they
spin around endlessly.

I can almost see myself waking up
beside your body,
with love in our hearts,
hand in hand.

Spoiled Silly

There I was,
without all that I have learned.
It'd be too hard
to head back now.

Spoiled silly
with late night laughs
and pretty eyes that never waiver
when I find them.

And you don't know
how lucky I feel
to awake in a fairy tale
every day.

And you don't know how
amazing this all is,
to know everything
is going to be okay.

Actually, I think you do.

Luna

The moon is glorious,

almost full tonight.

It brings the winds that float

among the palm tree leaves.

The most peaceful sound

in the most peaceful light.

A surreal blend of stars

and clear purple skies.

The temperature is cool

atop this second story balcony,

but I've lucked out

with your warm embrace tonight.

A month has passed

but our love was stated from the start.

I'm looking forward to many more
celestial nights with you.

Just Is

Excuse me while I'm honest,
to anyone who's listening.
I'm powerfully unforgiving
about just how you make feel.

I need you once I leave you.
My world spins in peace.
Your look allures me.
Your presence lets me breathe.

Now I'm scarily attached
to your bloom-like charm
and your will to laugh.
Wondrously warm.

Silently reciprocated,
our hearts sync like clocks,
brain waves mirror thoughts.
I'm an addict to this love.

It's True

I drive reminiscent
of the moment that's just happened.
Remind yourself your lucky,
that this really is all happening.

Soak it in tonight,
like you do the morning stars.
The luckiest of all the men
to know you've found your one.

Something Quite Different

I love the way your lips move

and the way you seem to laugh 

when you smile over my way,

you make my heart collapse,

and melt onto the floor.

My nerves, they jump and dance.

Our story, years in the making,

of course it's going to last.

So take my hand and follow,

I want to show you all

the lands and planets, stars alike,

the universe around.

Density

Listen slightly
to the rain drops falling
onto the rooftop
under cold purple skies.

Darkness is upon us,
and the train roars,
as the city sirens
flow between the buildings.

You can feel the peace
one drop at a time,
while the moon hides
behind the clouds tonight.

And I look at you and wonder
how you've been brought to me.
Fate now believed by a man
who never believed in destiny.

Slumber

I fall into my mattress
and slide under the blankets
to my favorite sound
of rain collapsing.

Just hours after leaving,
I miss you some more.
Your silent smiles.
That laugh I adore.

And somewhere in this valley,
my love is resting,
while I'm peacefully awaiting
her return.

Back in my presence,
back under the rain.
Let's fall into slumber,
back in my bed.

To Pieces

Pretty and silent,

you’re all your own;

I fall in a second.

Bright eyes glance up

and I freeze;

unable to retreat.

I know what I have

when I’m feeling it;
the luckiest one.

I know what I am

when I’m holding her:
luckier than you.

Mariposa

I love to breathe it in.
Refreshing like rainfall.
The only part I hate
are the last few blocks home.

Luck can't even describe it.
Your laughter is dangerous.
That smile, your eyes.
Don't mind my staring.

Because I love when you rock out,
or dance with me in the street.
I want to show you off
for the entire world to see
how beautiful you are
when you go behind the scenes.
I'm grateful every day I have you,
I am yours to keep.

La Vida

Sometimes the thought
accelerates my heart.
This dance with you seems endless,
I never want to stop.

Just gotta let me.

Let's take a night together,
just the stars and the lights,
hidden in our very own world,

on a skyline drive.

Above the city towers,
high in the heavens,
let's make the world realize
what they've been missing.

An unspoken link.
Eyes match thoughts.
A charming condition.
Words match hearts.

Church bells ringing,
heads turn.
A confident smirk
at all I know I have.

If I lost it all

I'd still have the Earth,
a wondrous location,
floating in the Milky Way.

Marvel in its vastness.
Marvel in its persona.
Marvel in its people.
Marvel in its beauty.

It can only be luck
to wake up in the morning
and feel this grateful.

TacklePain.GraspLove.EnjoyLife

An up and down attraction,
hiding high around clouds,
stars wink at you
as you surf beneath.

Life rarely provides much time
to practice before performing,
but where in the universe
is the fun in that?

So roll on, never stop rolling,
through every tiny thing
life brings to your front step.
And laugh while you do it.

When clouds get darker,
and rain begins to fall,
don't be afraid.
Soak it all in.

Smile!

Life is for Smiling

Always been the one who works off emotion.
Magnetically attracted to the corner of the room.
Always make decisions based on feel, not logic.
Can't pinpoint just one reason why
you never leave my thoughts.

And all I want to do is run away,
with you.
Lay down and laugh life away,
with you.
Fly to find the fogs of Ireland,
with you,
Adore the morning smiles,
with you.

So show me, show me why I couldn't stop glancing,
why this feeling lasts.
Show me, show me everything I need to see,
and I'll show you everything of love and all that is pretty.

Awake

Collar lipstick,
velvet walls,
intoxication,
surrounded by all,
that we seem to ignore,
when we dance to our beat.

Two people alone
in this very big world.
Rustled sheets,
cut up wristbands,
haste spills out from our lips
and our palms.

Chai Tea Latte

Turning a corner to a wide open road,
where winter skies don't match
the green trees and a prettier feeling.
Did that happen? Did it really happen?

A legitimate fear of waking up
from this potential life.
Alone on a crowded boulevard,
the souls synchronize.

Saturn

I normally use a compass
to pinpoint the direction
of exactly how we got here,
but this time I don't care to
look past the "right in front of me,"
so I'll take it for what it is,
beautiful.

A Lesson in Harmonics

Exploration is important
for those who don't succeed
in mixing with other creeds,
reproducing with other breeds.

Vision is always blanked
when limited to things
you only want to see,
such carelessness that breathes.

Killing those you'll never meet,
or talk to over tea,
when we send them overseas
without a manual for peace.

Telling our kids that
playground fighting is obscene,
you should act better, yes indeed,
now do some homework, now go read.

But the lies they print on pages
for their youngster eyes to see
don't tell them of the pain
of those you forced to bleed.

Instead we choose to mislead,
without teaching them to think,
and by the time they wear their special robe,
you've gone on to succeed.

This can't be what they taught
inside the capital of Greece.
A focused life ain't focused
if it's focused on money.

So kill the greed,
hatred release,
burn all thoughts preconceived,
for peace and harmony.

11001

Thoughts are like fluid
falling a drop at a time.
Like a static IV,
they're consuming my mind.

And I insert them in code
into this handheld device.
One's and zero's consume
my cryptic life.

Misread you

I was merely telling you,
emptying,
undoubtedly expressing
a problem of mine.

But you only bashed me,
and judged me,
and told me your side.

I was merely looking
for a friend to listen,
someone to confide in,
not a reinforcer of the mistake
I know I've made.

Lexica

Lit another fire
on my way home
from bridge burning.

I'll grow out of it,
you'll see.

Judged straight off
the flat end of the Earth.
Quite a fall.

I'll be happy one day,
you'll see.

The question is...

How do you stop yourself

from counting lines on the lips.

Part 2 for the books.

First words inked.

I've always only remembered

the least memorable details.

And you have no idea why

I choose to tread water, poor thing.

Answerless for fear of falling over

the railing, into the water, never-ending.

And it's likely

I'll never write because of it.

Answer this: when will I grow

a few inches north of cowardice

and challenge the

societal damage?

Preconceived and too determined,

I can be just the worst person.

Standards set so low and shallow,
but we always seem to drown.

Pound your gavel

into my face,

and judge, and judge,

and judge away.

Bays

Half asleep
or half awake,
I'm struggling to tell.

Yawns occur
at rates unknown,
contagious like a spell.

Drawings shape
on your front page,
it's admiring to watch.

Waiting for
the day that comes
we just sit down to talk.

Strato

Empty fields left open
to run through
match the
parallelled skies.

At the end,
a body to splash to.
Dive in
and capsize.

And jump
to land on top
of the motioning
cloud.

Fall
with the rain
and spread thin
across the ground.

I'm in between us

I miss the way
you'd make me try
just as much
as I miss your smile.

And all the words
you love to speak
and fill up pages
of my belief
in something real,
something warm.

Nothing to replace
the look you gave
when running up
a child's dream.

Casted

We need help
in the most dire of places
as the most familiar faces
disappear in plain sight.

Take me to where
the fog reigns supreme
and the forest silhouettes
are endless.

To a place where breaths
are admired with the likes of
love and peace, found deep beneath
the well I wish to fall into.

See You Friday

A lack of loyalty
is all that's found
on top of burning rubble.

Equalizations
are never found
for reasons
never found.

Pain is likely
to never be
reciprocated.

Pour

Take the lamp,
in the middle of the night,

over to where

you'll need the light.

Make sure no one can see

you cause the destruction

that will surely occur

the second the steel begins to twist.

Piercing cries from those who walk above

the frightening waters below

as the gasoline begins to

befriend the oxygen.

Leave the scene of perhaps

the greatest downfall

of solid steel ever seen,

as you burn this bridge.

Save

From here, I am underneath
the scene of all
that went very wrong
the last week of December.

Selfish tendencies
can never end
the shallow view.
Adjust the negative.

I'm not one
to plan out
the inevitable
demise.

Dead leaves
fall from trees
in the saddest
way.

Discrete

I will look

through the pinhole

that you've left open

in order to see.

To see myself

through your eyes,

from the other side,

is reality in its harshest form.

Fill the empty Tetris gap

to watch the entire puzzle clear,

line by line,

like a falling building.

But no deed was shallow,

yet the hole stays hollow.

I shine less under bright lights,

but I'm a tough act to follow.

Junior

Dirt roads
lead to hollow trees
that dissipate
when stared at.

Thunderous voices
always strike the fastest.

When will you
begin to see
that rocks and stones
were beneath our feet?

Local

Look at the city lights below
to remember to breathe
and recall how small
everyone appears.

The Big Top

Sights and sounds
take you around
to a wondrous encampment
of spinning lights and fireflies.

Ticket stubs
and ringing bells.
Balls to throw
at jugs of milk
often end
in empty-handed promises
or thinking there's still hope.
"Next time," you believe.

But one day you'll find
a way out
of the house of mirrors
and be on your way home.