End

Heart races,
Pulse intense.
Goodnight.

Awareness

It seems so clear to me that this life is not the end.
This "life" is simply a stepping stone in my greater life.
I glimpse in the universe that I am continuously creating,
And will continue to create.

There is no such thing as death,
Only moving onto the next phase in our lives,
Our next step in building a greater universe.

I feel warmth between my toes,
Coolness above my lips,
A fire in my soul.

All things that keep me aware.
To be aware is to awaken.
To see.
To be.

Craving Change

Craving it,
But fearing it.
Longing it,
And loving it.
Anxiety sets in,
Again, here I am.
Change.

Ghost

Ghost,
My Ghost,
You've been close, as I can feel you,
But far as I can't see you.
I often dance with you in my dreams,
And stray from you in my nightmares.
Insomnia has set in for a week now.
I search and search for answers,
But I am wrong in doing so.
Questions and answers are only infinite.
Circling around,
And never truly solved.
I am always led back to you.
My beautiful, curious, Ghost.

Peace & Fear

Sometimes the unknown strikes fear,
But how would we know peace without fear?
Fear makes us stronger,
Helps us learn,
Makes our sight clear, in hindsight.

Deep in our souls,
If we search hard enough,
We can uncover our fears,
Embrace the reality of the universe,
And be at peace.

Peace and Fear are sisters,
Separated , but share an unbreakable bond.

It's a tango we learn to dance,
On our toes,
Spinning,
And dipping.

Delerious

Delerious,
I saw her standing,
Long hair,
Light eyes.

Delerious,
I was struck.
Lost and hanging.
Lips so tempting,
Touch of sin.

Delerious,
I got lost,
In love's vines,
Of beauty and torture.

Old Fashioned Phone

An old fashioned phone,

Black, standing tall.

Shining beside the candlelight.

Calling for me to play the tones of it's dial,

Round and round,

As each number hits.

My soul jumps back, to a different century,

Blonde hair, pressed curls to my head.

Delicate fingers, turn the dial,

Heart races,

Stopping at number five.

Hanging up.

Laying by a fireplace,

Defeated,

Yet in bliss.

Inviting

There's something inviting ,
When you ask how I like it.
Roses drop petals,
As winter sets in.

There's something inviting,
When you bite my lip,
Frost freezes the ground,
That we once made our bed.

There's something inviting
about your deadly silence,
Or maybe it's mine,
The deafness seems to blend.

There's something inviting,
About words spilled on pages,
Ink stained hands,
And lips blood red.

A Brief Haunting

Do my words seem to haunt you?
Well that's OK...

Inhale deeply,
Embrace the afraid.
Light a match,
watch the flame swallow it.

Just like the universe swallows our fear.

Haunting you so beautifully,
Kiss the moon,
And catch the stars.

Eyes Open Yet Again

Eyes open,
Yet a vision lingers.
Like the taste of your lips after you swig some whiskey from a
Red solo cup.

It's blurry,
Like your judgment once the poison enters your
Bloodstream.

It's beautiful.
Like the way that you dance,
When you've had too much.

I see a trainwreck.
So wretchedly gorgeous, and inviting.
I refuse to blink for fear of missing the
Best part.

I wait.
Like I do for you to come home,
On a cold winter night.

Eyes open.
Yet a vision lingers.
Like the taste of your lips when you kiss me goodbye,
Yet again.