Esthệr

there’s your existential exit. curtain closing, that’s the show. your lover exits left, as you bow real low. those stage-boy antics, the kisses that you stole oh how deep it stung the soul is strong though. you say your final line, an audience applause. the death of your lover and an existential clause.    …

raw, damn close to me and sated — dawn, of course my dear, it’s fated — wrong, the worse my fears will fade it — gone, a moment that i traded on, a timeless and majestic truth, turned this tired and restless youth, into a searcher of just a few pieces of a lightened view. with…

i hold my heart so gently, repair that has despaired. i feel myself in mourning, embrace myself with care. i look into my own eyes look at my skin so fair, i try to mend the broken parts that you left right over there. at night i grow cold and long for your warm touch, at dawn…

  what say you? in a dark and cold room, on a morning, in the night, nature acts ruthlessly as the rainbow loses sight of a heart that left her screaming next to a starlit stance so i ask, what say you? oh, what a grand expanse. i found her on the floor, her breath…

I loved you, oh, how I loved you. Intricately, intimately, the simple in-between moments that tell you everything about someone’s soul. That’s how I’ve known you. That’s why you still live in my memories. I found something in you, that I never wanted to forget.    

If you don’t know the kind of person I am and I don’t know the kind of person you are, a pattern that others made may prevail in the world, following the wrong god home we may miss our star. For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break…

sunshine, you’re burning me. you’re turning me all red. i felt your light, your beauty, but laid too long in bed. …but how could i not? the warmth you always shed – onto my skin, i was cold then, now left all blistery red. — moonlight please forgive me, i wandered much too far. i…

She is elusive. She is today. She is tomorrow. She is the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. Her smile puts the sunflower to shame. When she laughs, the desert sings. She is bendable light. She shines around every corner every day. When she cries, she sheds not…

What does it take for the sun to shine in a dark time, in a dark rhyme? All it takes is the hour of the morn – the aftershower to bring forth power.   What does it take for the moon to shine in a dark time? A simple paradigm. All it takes in the hour…

The moon at noon is for true believers, a glisten in the eyes. A stop of ponder, do you receive her? She rests in blue skies.