my cille smells of pine no censer can aspire the floor layers of needles, bones and leaves wings flutter on the branches arches holding up the sky Raven flies between the forests Bear awakens deep within the apse the Word is a song of place and time and no place and no time drink of the life force from the long chalice flowing water with memories which flow shallow above and deep below i am not alone my bones are these stones my flesh the softness of birch in youth my breath the vapour of clouds my veins the strength of roots

My room is a mess, but so is my head. So is my schedule, my grades, my life, and sometimes I wish I could just be dead. The voices getting way too loud, they never failed seeking around. The tears keep falling and falling, and the pain is only growing. A little hope is what's left, still breathing softly in my chest. It flickers weak beneath the weight, yet somehow finds it's way through a small gate. Maybe tomorrow won't be kind, maybe peace is hard to find. But if this light can barely stay, I'll guard its spark another day.

a long breath in stillness the wave of love and healing over the wreckage painful time does not heal feelings never leave you antithesis the window opens the sun shines fresh air graces the moment memories no longer control the present in this moment all things are possible again including accepting love

i placed a wish in a wren's wing released it to the sky my Seeker to the stars flew instead inside of me and whispered away a lie there is no time and space no distance to a sun like an aspen forest what you see as many is really just the One.

immanent non-transcendence of vacuous virtue i await the injection of your saccharin a cheap substitute that feeds me so i don’t have to eat myself i claim meaning for myself as if i am the sun rationality of the spirituality of me fragility of my self-divinity structural eminence plurality of reality where if something can be anything; it is nothing the spirits we chase reflect ourselves stewing in our hot tubs of moral superiority on the cusp of belief and non-belief nihilism

You can fully breathe without me for three hours kissing statues' sleeves, collecting western flowers. I'm an iron ball, so heavy when you're leaving. And summer turns to fall with rains pouring rhythm. I cannot gently step, The gritting edge of iron Comes grinding on my nap In sullen heaths of Byron. Reachless bamboo tree, you build walls in one dawning. I pull just breaths of three counting yours till morning.

he was a meteor burning hard against atmosphere his orbit decayed planetary gravity well descent memories trailing away personality ablation mesospheric vaporization sonic boom heartbeats soul flare sol mimicry momentary hypersonic arc of light one last middle finger salute to the endless void night

we went to war for all the right reasons so we were told when the war ended what changed? a brother died a sister died parents died children died uncles died aunts died grandparents died broken minds survived cities and forests burned the land remained a border changed a very few got very rich and restarted the clock again

The dawn's surmounted 8 thousand miles transcending scents of lotus through my window. And you don't answer still, my love unmild, and I am staring at a corner like a widow. I cannot catch my breath, it's rare and helpless. I got my heart being oppressed by fever. And you don't answer still, my fox cub careless, and all my thoughts 'bout you come ill in quiver. Today your Sun has not emerged through distance leaving its morning warmth to foreign souls. And you don't answer still, my whole existence, and I still wait for you playing my role.

"I can see your face in my eyes" - You say to me as the stars are in fog. I want to cover your Italian cries With my most loyal kisses of a dog. Your collarbone is my sacred altar. I'm falling on my knees to pray For coming across as a part of Your big international way. Your eyes are deeper than the night That sparkles secretly in gold. I wish it sparkled the same bright When you get pretty old With me.