The truth is both of us
we come one,
two energies brought together as a positive force.
I bend the realistic to be close to you,
spending days love sick
holding out my hands
& sprouting wings to fly toward your highest limits.

I pray
our energy never dies with us.

Under A Pale Moon

It's the nights that are the worst
when all that exiles me from these star's is the atmosphere
truth is I am alone;
In days fled with shed skin
& ample brain cells dead(weight)
down here, on gods chess board
seeking a friendly face.
I wander in search of love
sitting deaf, holding on to certitude.

Today I revolve through the sun-dance
sky-rocketing north
to where I forfeited my heart.
I follow a path, gray-scaled
black and white mono-way to the tall trees.
The world sits beneath a marble finish
anchored,
a chronicle to humanities abode
smashed at the sight of reaction.

However many men before me
quoted lines of poetry to the flowers
in hope they would amplify
a place of solace to breaking backs
away from the sun.
I quote nothing - my pages now wet from kisses to her
mimes fiddle,
navigating me to Alabama home ground.

It is for she
- used to refer to the woman or girl
previously mentioned or inferred
that I trudge on a roasted skyline
tugging the heartstrings I built to maintain this highway
in hope of building a world for
you & me.