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eternity’s breath


waxing gibbous on chilly night
reddish-orange and
taking center stage
her breath barely visible
to the naked eye

december sun is never overrated
though at times plays second fiddle to
low-lying celestial occurrences
you swear you should be able to touch

flashing satellites mimic wishes
made every single night
like lost thoughts in the northern sky
they fade and brighten
alternatively



september two thousand seventeen
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living the high life


the world opens up and
closes in a heartbeat

you knew what it was like
to be on top of the world
reaching up and touching the sky
challenging your ego
and your super ego
to go even higher

there are many ways
to reach improbable heights
whether legal or otherwise
naturally or artificially
or simply metaphysically

there are many ways
to reverse the trend and dive
deeper than any man
has ever dared gone

neither heights nor depths exist
where you are destined to reside
once the world opens up
and closes in a heartbeat



december two thousand sixteen
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counting down the days


oh glorious night settle into darkness
and let me tell thee whom I give my life

I belong neither to sky above nor sea below
and from all accounts was burst forth from
scorpius some thirty-three light years ago

though my days on earth have been counted
on one thousand and one hands
it is a far cry to say this was ever my home
for the glory of goodness lives not here
but rather in a place and time that knows no end



november two thousand sixteen
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dancing on white sand


there was a number
maybe there were two or three
that when put together
added up to something
like an old fashioned love song

half notes and quarter notes
bounce off amphitheater rooftops
drifting into the cloudless sky
slowly dissolving like helium
balloons and unbridled kites

spiders and bears and
little tea kettles crawl through
open backlit space
giving chase to new ideas
dying to be composed

they say the song lives on
riding falling stars
content with returning to earth
surfing atop ocean waves
seeking a brand new dance floor



october two thousand sixteen
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getting down tonight


it was supposed to become easier
(as I get older)
and in some ways it has
thanks in no part
to google girls and their entourage
disguised as tiny dancers
searching for a better discotheque

out of focus for a reason
but dead set on seeing things
(as they are until the very last sunrise)
I look past the mirror ball
twinkling inside your irises
exposing newly found worlds

in my next world everyone grows
younger with each passing heartbeat
dancing (as they say)
like it’s nineteen seventy-six

how many times have you told me
not to cry when meaningful ballads
happen our way
how many times have I wanted
to be just like you
dressed in star-studded jumpsuits
and sporting sexy determination



october two thousand sixteen
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thunder and lightning


don’t be afraid
there is nothing wrong
now that the light is gone
now that the pain
once permanent like the
morning sun
has transitioned into
a vague sensation

I didn’t mean to scare you
but you had fallen
into an endless dream
inching in the void
searching for candles
whispering to yourself
what wickedness
takes away such power

alas it was not meant to be
the irises in your eyes
plucked away
by the angels of the sky
taking you further
and further away
promising their beauty
will last forever


may two thousand sixteen
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escape velocity


my clairvoyant dreams paved the way
for so many to get out of this place

there was no time to pack a case
no time for goodbye hugs or kisses

pretending to be pretty is a futile endeavor
when there is beauty in eternity

the difference between life and breath
is as a minuscule as the smallest molecule
intrinsically gradual like the transition of seasons
cycling within this world and the next


january two thousand sixteen
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save today


she told me to never go away
that tomorrow will always be here
and I pretended to understand
exactly what she meant

she swore she never saw me
reading in the morning light
my story but a whisper
she tried to comprehend

she could never set me free
not while my words silently
surrounded the air and
seemingly flowed inside her

following her for days on end
and time of no consequence
I became obsessed with turning
a single day into all of eternity


november two thousand fifteen
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an endless recollection


repetition of living has taken its toll
on my susceptible shell
altering its physicalities
while heightening my emotions

determined to keep my thoughts
in proper order
I focus on an energy
that is bound to send me skyward

nothing can take away the color
of those changing leaves
or the rippling of streaming water
polishing age-old rocks
nothing can erase the rising
of an off-white moon
or the setting of a kaleidoscope sun
nothing will remove the sounds of laughter
on a summer afternoon
or the sadness trapped inside
melancholy sighs

stepping forward and upward
effortlessly
I shed the weight of the world
and all that it entails
sailing away while looking back
at an endless recollection


october two thousand fifteen
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fishing with jesus


sometimes I just cry myself to sleep
when I think about all the things
I’m gonna miss about this place
I told jesus
as we sat on the rocks
casting our lines out into the sea
neither of us worrying
whether or not there was fish to catch



june two thousand thirteen
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I do not wear a watch for I am not afraid


I am not afraid of the tick tick ticking
in the dark of the night
not afraid to challenge the allusion
that everything is linear

all of the crooked roads
lead to broken clocks
stacked high within a framework
not even a jeweler would dare touch

the wise old owl understands
why man is obsessed with counting
but refuses to reveal the truth
and so the journey goes round and round

I shall never retire my fight against
the concept of a single dimension
will never accept the gift of a watch
whose mechanisms will one day fail



may two thousand thirteen
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exterior designer


I love the way she speaks to me
when the light is just right
the color of her eyes
transitioning from blue to bright

she wraps her arms around mine
like a skintight sleeve
vibrant and indelible
sinfully striking yet naive

no pain is greater than her mark
engraved upon my hide
forever reminding me
artistry shan’t ever be denied



may two thousand thirteen
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