mirror reflection.

eyes smirk back/in the panel of glass
as I loudly laugh/with biting sass
in wake of my past/the humor comes last
in these days of hate/while we watch and wait
to take our place/with a bitter taste
in the flavor of Fate/we all can relate
it's do or die/in this day and time
no place to hide/or scream and cry
no place to lie/it's do or die
as I claim my debt/my gun makes you sweat
you've lost your last bet/now I lay you to rest
not to Forgive, but Forget

salvation.

speed freak
in empty streets
does Jesus know
you do these things?
sweet sensation
illusion of power
you hold in your grasp
a thousand hours
tremoring muscles
and quaking pyres
igniting your veins
like electric wires
burying fears
and embracing desires

discovery.

have you ever wished to fly
above the brazen rising sun?
or swim deep beneath the waters
to a place known by none?
have you ever felt the urge 
to commit an unbreakable act?
or vow yourself to others
in a long forgotten pact?
have your fingers ever brushed 
the wings of complete and utter bliss?
or in darkness, met one on one,
with lonely anger, fist to fist?
'to forget your sorrows,' some say
'would seem a beautiful thing'
'but then again,' I quietly suggest
'what would make the birds sing
in the sunny morning clear
if they could not fathom happiness
without first experiencing fear?'

the creation of end.

in Mother's womb
the flower blooms
pink petals of skin
lives yet to begin
soft, secret moments
of then and soon
produce Sacred Chaos
young souls consume
wild flower thoughts
we gather and hold
sharing sweet petals
which shimmer as gold
budding seeds of Beginning
pure Experience untold

only fools cheat.

the milky substance foams
around her pink lips
as she sips
left hand placed
ever so patiently-
ever so politely-
on her waiting lap
manners are the key to success
the Ace in society's deck
she's lost half her hand
over the years
but plays her best bet- 
the Jack of Hearts
she places the pristine mug
on the table's polished surface
lone card up her sleeve,
intuition as her guide,
she gathers her wits,
sheds her pride,
and walks out the door 
in her slow motioned stride

aimless ways.

with fake attempts to smile
and false attempts to dream
I drag along in circles
keeping quiet, so not to scream
at the Sky, solitude with night
at the Stars, purest form of light
at the Spirit, beautiful with might
at Myself, crying eyes so bright

drowning in beautiful.

I wish I could sketch you
the masterpiece you deserve
or wrest my hand from your heart
before you get hurt
as your fingers make love
to familiar white keys
their tones crash against me 
as rough ancient seas
I'm drowning in beautiful 
as far as the sky
hearing sweet notes
of your soul's lullaby

phenomenon.

the flowers bloom
their exquisite garden
skin
for the world
only to be
shallowly observed
before their short life
ends
in dried petals 
and regret

bright eyes.

I'll never be a heroine in someone's life chapter
or a criminal mastermind the cops are after
I'll never be a star among the planets in the sky
but I'll always be a bit of sunshine in your spot of life
I'll never be a politician with a voice of power
or wield a cruel fist that makes people cower
I'll never be a vixen that every man longs for
But I'll always be the little spark that makes your eyes want more
I know I'll never cause the world much change
or keep those I love from feeling pain
but I've known all this for quite a while
and I'm okay with just making you smile

numbers.

silver tongues
serpent and wise
camouflaged as 
fleshy figures
gawking like 
bay birds
at pointless 
shiny things

down the rabbit hole.

young hands lust for soft supple skin
the preacher always said it was a vile sin
to seek solace and pleasure in the arms of a lover
while the Blessed Almighty himself watched over
tender tongues tease and fight
the teacher always said it just wasn't right
to taste the sweet soft lips of another girl
because it was wrong and disturbing in their little world
curious fingers tempt, touch and discover
how glorious it feels to become one with another

noise.

little bo peep
has all her sheep
under one rule
automated consciousness
a danger to those
who find the truth
of self-worth and
a reason worth living for

speak to me.

completely losing my mind
in this race of wits and time
where is my repentance?
where is my silver shine?
glittery globes of feeling
bounce about shattered chests
what is real is what I'm seeing
as a few implode in confusing mess
swirling hues of long ago
dance amongst my breath
'look inside, little one' speaks old Indigo
as he ribbons around my neck

reconcile.

old calloused fingers
caress petite baby toes
my old friend, they sigh