They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and forthat matter as to whether I ever get my point acrossor my love
Poetry, Writing
The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.
Poetry
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy.
Poetry, Music, Future
she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun
When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.
For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our childrenso longfor the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fatherswe live
i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots
this is her body this is her blood
Religion
She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.
Distance, Woman
The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die.
Poetry, Future, History
I am no earthling. I drink moonshine on Marsand mistake meteors for stars ’cause I can’t holdmy liquor. But I can hold my breath and ascendlike wind to the black hole and play galaxophoneson the fire escape of your soul.
Soul