Phosphorescent wake delights
In the quiet evening observation
As I'm swaying to and fro from
Intoxicating liquids.
All is quiet now. Faint hum,
Sea foam breeze, incoherent.
But that
Was all
Miles away from here.
I hear the bugs chirping now,
And tree frogs serenading.
Something has the right mind
For such a night.
Perfect humidity,
Temperate and unafraid,
The evening comes strumming in,
And soon I'll leave it,
In tasteless sleep,
To dwindle perfectly idle hours away.

The trials of human to human
Are clash, burn, rash, big.
Distant, close, want, soothe.
Ache, stop, go, stay.
Human to human. We are fucked up
On connection. How does it work?
How can it happen? How did it go?
Comes and goes like the tossing wind.

Nearing a time I ought collapse
Under the weight of someone else's
Ideals, I stumble forward resolute;
It's not my time to shake my heart dry
Of anything that hurt it.
It can take much more than I ever
Knew it could before. Toss it into
This distressed sea of connections,
Let it fall by the countless tumble
Of wave after blue green wave
Until it becomes as the tide,
Easy come, easy go.
Like a simple chord on a piano,
I'll wither easy into night,
Unafraid for my future, for once.

~Wanted~

A place to call a home.

Must have ample space,

A vibrant local lifestyle,

A good hand in the arts, including music,

Visual, and random.

Plenty of variation in people.

Parks are a plus.

A place to grab a drink,

And the potential for holding hands.

Geography is important, but not

Absolutely necessary. Temperate weather

Is preferred, but not essential.

A decent local economy is nice.

Please reply as soon as possible.

Everything changes
All of the time. How am I
To keep up with these swings?
To bear my heart, to breach
My center surrounding all the
Armor I've built up to stand against this?
Yet I lay my hands down.
I can see the truth, the pain.
I cannot change a thing.
I can love or I can go insane.
I can rearrange some things.
They have woven out a chord,
I might hear it or ignore it.
I might conquer this for good.
I might crumble and dissolve.
I, I, I, have too much me in mind.
Live for the living,
Love more for the trying.

Act on impulse.
Uniquely human.
Isn't that correct?
Why save all those moments
For something not guaranteed?
Take what's yours
While it's given.
This life, this body,
It's fleeting horribly quickly.
Might as well savor while
The breath is viral.
I will drive this presence.
I will not suffer by others' faults.
I want my own,
And fuck fear for it's state of play.
I'll not be swayed,
Much tougher than that prison.
Tell me your story,
I'll hear it fine.
Just so long as you don't confuse it
With mine.
I'm me.
Explosion.

Curry favor of any proportion
To touch your lips to mine
For a moment.
I've imagined the smoothness
Of your skin a hundred times;
Gracefully bowed before your
Presence; captivated, completely
Absorbed in your surface,
And how you might act
With the lights low, alone.
I don't know much else, don't care
For the moment. Want to take you
And breathe deep rhythmic breath
In consonance unending:
My intentions are not sacred,
The fire is deep,
The water is warm.

Can I conquer your depths?
Am I allowed a moment
To crave this beast of feeling
Given by a lark of time and
Distance? I feel that willing
To crawl to you humbly
And beg a fraction of your flesh.
I am soaked in its thoughts;
It breathes and begs me onward.
I've been sleeping so long
This awakened thought stirs
My motives so distorted that
I would wind the world for a portion,
But I'd take it all-I'm greedy.
I want the sting and pulse,
Want the grapple and tumble
Underneath woven sheets
Soaked in our fine disgrace.

Graduation

Present me to the world
Fresh and unbridled by
Any one thing, but open
And alive. Let this be my
Great commencement
Into the rich journey of
Life. Let all things be as
The beautiful first,
For I have won much today.