Astral Pain

The sky is full of stars
Or is it the illumination of her words
That have speckled my vision
The dark of her valley
The very space
That no light hits
Has become my North star
Ursa Major feels so minor
Because her constellation
Is beyond the zodiac
Even though she is born in the twelve
I find her beyond the thirteen
Chasing her into a galactic storm
Looking for her to explain why
She had become like the star of the East
Real
Yet without discernment
I awake to find myself
Naked
Bathing in her subtlety
Of stating that she will always be with me
While never seeing her again
I lay in a cold embrace
Of dew on the blades of grass
And tears
Wishing that I could hide my soul
In the Big Dipper

Dripping Blood Moons

Deathly silence
Transparent hollows of emptied chambers
That once pumped love
Being drained without choice
Following the chasm that is grooved out
Each drop removing light from the eyes
As face becomes flush
The void is growing thick
Heavy upon the chest
As the lungs are collapsed
Where is the rebirth?
Blackness covers the soul
As above
The lesser light bathes
In the life source
Filmed by those lost
To the sting of love

The Sound of Quiet

Fashioned in stilled wonder
The beat of my heart creates
Exaggerated echoes
Resounding from the hollows within
Filling the space without
Between us
Words make no sense here
Words mate know sincere meaning
This is called emotion
Which speaks volumes
In the catalog of my mind
I hear you

In Loving You To Life, I Die

Though we gotta say goodbye
For the summer
Baby I promise you this
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

I could have loved her more
Been more open to the fact that
Stepping out on a ledge
Would have been her landing pad
Couldn't imagine ever being the reason
Her heart breaks
But lately
All I've accomplished was
Being the hammer
Dropping the ball repeatedly
This isn't what was supposed to be
I was supposed to do a better job
Now my voice in her ear is a pain
And that was never my intention
My feelings are brewing insurrection
This indiscretion is more than just
Something
That tickles the sinew that is
In the hollow of my thigh
I can't walk straight because she
Completely screwed my insecurity
Confidently stating my love for her
Only left me open to be secluded
To my fear of being alone
I worshiped the ground she walked on
Although she floated on air
Cursed the extra 5 grains in her 12 bread
Because she was only hungry for 7
She's my queen to be
A vision of perfection
That Akeem couldn't leave America without
And somehow I went from having her
To losing her
Before the king could even make it
Through customs
I am not ashamed of living her
I'm not ashamed of loving her
I'm ashamed of losing her
For in her
I love
I laugh
I have my beginning of happiness
Which is now
Only a memory
In our lives passing
She is always my love
Not just a lover
More than a friend
But less than a god
I die
Heartbroken
Because I broke her heart

Roses and Coffee

Drip drop went the
Morning revelry of
Syncopated brew
Rhythmically
Telling me to get up and
Acknowledge the presence
That is you
I
Go to the kitchen and
Reach in the fridge to get out
The package of long stem roses
And open them to do the final
Pruning
The coffee is ready
I pour myself a cup and
Add the milk and sugar
Stirring gently to
Watch the swirl romantically
Fill the scenery of my mug
As I think of you
I get my cup
And your roses
And come to the bed
I lay the beautiful bunch right
Where you are
And sit down bedside
To slowly sip
I think of the times we shared
And the memories we made
Until the electronic call
For awakening buzzes loudly
To call me back to today
Where there are a bunch of
Long stem roses
Taking up a short portion
Of my bed
That you no longer
Lay in

Privatize The Private Eyes

Wake up to the sound of
Monitored cell phones
Ringing alarms
Ringing alarms to begin the recording
Of your every waking moment
Silently clocking
Clocking your every minute
Down to the minute detail
These tales are not tails
But headlines of the head hunters
Forerunners of the fort gunners
Dark trails of the paper mail
Electronic communication at its core
Newspapers at the door
Front shelf at the corner store
Emailed to your mobile core
So what is it you are looking for?
Pay attention
There's a few things
That I'd like to mention
Accidental phone calls
With bad intentions
Want to make sure that there is
Extension
No pretension
Your phones were tapped long before
The Patriot Act
Long before the click and the clack
They already knew how to play
The call back
Better yet
Callback
Hang up and dial again
You didn't catch all of that
Don't worry
The top story will fix you
And if you miss that
The second one is remixed to
Make sure you know that even though
You don't know
You will know
That they know
More than you know
What is your address?
How many times do you text?
Where do you shop
And what is your favorite dress?
Colors are necessary
Colorful commentary
Adding features to your phones
You call them apps and accessories
Traffic cameras watch to monitor
Your direction
Keeping flow of traffic
Is the pretension
But don't stand still
Please
Keep moving
Don't slow down
Stay forward in movement
Soon your cars will be beacons
Sensors on four wheels
Set to keep heel
Wherever your mind wills
The media timed pills
For all of you to swallow
Social platforms are making your minds
Hollow
So leaders go from hallowed
To being martyred and following
Masses
Leading sheep leading sheep
That was not an error
Leading sheep lead sheep
And no shepherd to guide them
No person to find them
Bring them back to their senses
Seeing eyes are blinded
But don't worry
The watchers are watching
Because somebody has to be
In charge of the slaughter