write words.

write words unheard
right words, un-herd!
streams dont stop to question dreams
sheep dont flock to crowded streams
ticking clock, on us it leans.

blending rhyme
bend time
refract the hourglass

write words unheard
on the pages of tomorrow
right words, un-herd
today is tomorrow's youth.

peels of nectar.

light feeling feels right.
my brother.
night peeling from peels of nectar
mockingbird flies for the right to light tonight
eagle has landed but Einstein is stranded
On paradise islands of genius

drops.

 insekuritie flatenz
darque shetes of rane
ooked on the foniks
that jump in my brain
spell to compel
break from the cell
be me
see you
dont phall
its not
drops

fingers.

forces of nature
in the fingers of friends
paint gentle scenes of tomorrow
upon today's scars

we grow with the necessity
that lingers on every word
and as our lips move in protest
we're healed by songs unheard

that ring like happy whispers
in the cosmos of the souls
and beckon with fervent passion
from lands we've yet to know

skirts.

hearts on sleeves
crushed like leaves
the looking glass is shattered

mask is cracked
uniform attacks
creation is what mattered

can we coexist my friend
on the plains of conflicting worlds?
or shall we be
eternally
nice, naive, and narrow

living in lands of mirrors
we craft distinct illusions
and we press on, desperately clinging
to the skirts of inflexible mothers.

pieces of peace

weary globe shatters
in flames of enlightenment
rebuild paradise

tye dye clad angels
salvaging pieces of peace
rebuild paradise

colorful breeze.

perpetuate hate
flowers fall from pedals
the dust shall never settle
on the deserts we create

shall the colors ever join again
in their dances of simpler days?
the answer is hushed by the fragmented freedom
with which they delude our brains

for the love of a summer will fall like the leaves
leaving branches of bare memories
but the smiles and laughter will linger forever
like scents on a colorful breeze

a single embrace
of confident comfort
shall one day unite us all

and we'll march on that day
to a sweet island bay
and frolic about in the sea