The relics sat in the petals scattered amongst wildflowers. Elder geese flock from the Indian lakes tribbing conquest in their sun burnt trails. When did these seasons go? Could they decide the sacrifices we relinquish when this life splattered bitter hawthorns?

You could stay happy there in the shrubbery where I broke your heart as transgression. Can we get some more yellow in here so the moonlight can reflect our broken glasses that fill the bartender’s requests past 2 AM?The medicine never helped to prove all of my hidden confessions.

Sustaining yourself in galaxies

where the radiance in your eye

was fair enough for conquest

afar The Conde Petie Mountain Path

The lingering smell of hazelnut

faltered my longing for a better life.

Similar to the broken pottery in your

apartment, a delicacy out of spite.

Cross-cutting our way past this final tempest a fantasy like no other, where the music plays a decadence in our touch.  Promising the writing into the night through star-crossed survival. Poetry in motion streams amongst the different colors that float in the recognition of our interests.

I enjoyed the little things about you

and I hated them too.

Bring me to life in hope that we are

everlasting when we die.

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There’s something about the steadiness in our hearts.

Situations without reasons, flickering in the deep end.

A light that once shined bright has eclipsed

And miraculously the oxygen flows like a memory forgotten

Evaporating into an ominous sky

Making more cracks in the concrete foundation

Dreams we got caught up chasing

Fruits grow ripe until harvest

They build until we break and it never gets better

Like we deserved some more to live for

Sings the road that gets dimmer.

A hope to succeed  was just a precaution.

Never writing our wrongs for that’s all we knew

Progression lacks substance, I swear that’s not true

Trains streaming through the cities,

Complacency unwinding, discouraging the thoughts once held bright past horizons.

Shining like angels, holy in their movements,

Subsided by Satan, my lies pushed me through it.

We lose pressure in our tires, the hunger for more.

Deciding what works best for me in a sleep now differed.

The future held nothing . Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.

I called late at night and that’s when i gave up. 

Beyond The Horizon



I close my eyes. Dream.

I imagine a place where I can be alone physically, but occupied by music emotionally . The sounds create colors where my emotions come free in a careless and non-judgmental  zone.  Paint the picture on a canvas.

The song is just the individual part of the greater story.  I’m trapped in my headphones.  Concealed.  My soul knows the next verse and the drums beat like my heart.  There is love for the words being sang and the transition into the next song makes me wait in a great anticipation.

I relate. The artist must know my story. Speaking the words that I couldn’t bring to the table when they asked me what was wrong.  The next song is my favorite chapter of the journey.  Floating. Inspired.  In sync.

We end the tale.  But did we come back to our senses with stronger messages and a new outlook on life?  I knew I could relate to that tragedy.  The voice and riffs made everything not seem so bad.  Next time join me and we will embark on this sweet escape.