October Clarity
I step outside
And look to the night sky
As delicate snowflakes
Grace the lashes of my eyes
And give me forehead kisses
With winter's best wishes
Gentle on my skin
Bloodlaced with blisses
Clouded is my brain
With Clarity in my veins
My vision adorned
By illusions arcane
Like the moonlight glare
Or my breath in the air
Frozen in limbo
An echo of a prayer
For the times that ensued
And the quintessential view
Of careless renegades
Completely subdued
Victory was ours
Colluding with the stars
Shamelessly slurring
Loose-lipped memoirs
A mercurial memory
Of casual conspiracy
And pacing down streets
Frostbit with sincerity
Before finding a place
In a stranger's embrace
Our hearts racing together
While floating in space
Sweet Talker
He's such a sweet talker
Every word from his lips
Syrupy like sugar
That melts in your mouth
And warms your insides
Until the fire ignites
Blowing your mind
Filling your soul
With crimson light
Tunneling your vision
Getting lost in his eyes
Of ocean blue seas
That make you weak
At the knees
Until you fall head first
Into his menagerie
Of broken hearted girls
That never stood a chance
Never saw it coming
Under his magnetic trance
Until it was too late
And he went along his way
While his words still ring
In your ears to this day
Empty Words
I yearn to be more
Than just empty words
That float into oblivion
Never to be heard
Only spoken from tongues
Tied with excuses
And left desires unsung
Blown by short fuses
Carefully crafted
But rarely seen through
Proclaimed to the masses
However untrue
Such grandiose display
Unfound behind the curtain
Less resistance to say
Than to truly be certain
Yet the absence of substance
Is tangible as ever
Just running in place
Fading into never
With no fire at the core
Or straying from the herd
I'm still yearning to be more
Than just empty words
Sonder
Surrealistic imagery
Consuming every
Part of me
As I lay splayed
In the decay
Of cold crusades
Left unmade
Pondering away
Why I am the way I am
And why the world is too
As reality is screwed
And there's nothing
I can do
Except watch and deny
Or turn a blind eye
To the rage and ridicule
That we're all riddled by
All the facts
And the falsehoods
A tangled up mess
Through the cracks
We slip
Into unrelenting stress
Until the
Pessimistic synergy
Overtakes me
Bitterly
While I still lay
In the shade
Of old clichés
And crude cascades
Long betrayed
Judge, Jury…
You wrapped your love
Around my neck
And tried to sentence
Me to death
Psychedelight
Sometimes
I take a trip
Into my winding mind
Where my thoughts
Twirl in kaleidoscope designs
Of the pink and blue kind
And all the stars align
Before my gleaming eyes
As the cosmos collides
With time
Sometimes
I take a trip
With acid kissed lips
Dripped with sin
And no script
For the existential fix
The catharsis I can’t miss
But can’t eclipse,
Bring to words,
Or feel on my fingertips
Sometimes
I take a trip
To read between the lines
Of a crocodile smile
Shivering my hot spine
As I sway under lights
In the moonfire of my shrine
With my vices
Where I find
That blissful high
The Weekend
Blurry dizzy drunken dreams
Soaked in neon city beams
Lose ourselves in Vegas lights
Can't see straight to save our lives
Liquored lips and reveries
Self destructive tendencies
Bodies bare and hot with bliss
The word "no" does not exist
Wrecking pretty penthouse suites
Carelessly denying sleep
Manic minds start to unwind
Playing on another's dime
Dancing down the flashy streets
Seeking pure debauchery
Under our own frenzy spell
Sunrise can go fuck itself
Detached from reality
No regrets we'll ever need
Reckless rebels on the run
Who knew sin could be so fun?
Her
She's a mess,
Not a treasure
Not a poet,
Just a pleasure
In your bed,
When you have her
She's a sinner,
And a killer
With a fever
For her keeper
And an eager
Little teaser
She’s a weapon,
Not a savior
Far from heaven,
Just a player
She's a cynic,
Not a critic
Not specific,
Just a gimmick
With her limits
Counting minutes
Til she pivots
Get your tickets
Where you'll see her
Great deceiver
Nonbeliever
At her leisure
She's a poser,
Not a clover
Not your closure,
Just bipolar
And you're better off
Without her
For your soul
She'll devour
The Revelations That We Made
The revelations that we made
On that sandy summer shore
To keep on chasing sunsets
And open every door
To navigate the universe
In pursuit of highest high
Like a comet’s fleeting glow
Tracing paths that won’t comply
The revelations that we made
Left us shaken at the core
Contemplating our clichés
With so much to adore
Nostalging over memories
And disarming psychic chains
Seeking out the remedies
Of healing scars and endless strains
The revelations that we made
Kept us pondering in blue
Our dazzled eyes dancing rays
With each forthcoming view
Caressing warm torrential rain
And west coastal highway drives
Camping coddled by the flames
And emerald ocean tides
The revelations that we made
Were prolific and profound
Psychedelic drunken haze
With grand cathartic sound
The boulevards ahead are vast
For rogue nomadics like we
But with nothing in our path
There is nothing we can’t be
Eden
Sometimes I can't believe
That you're happening to me
But sometimes I believe
I was pulled from your ribs
Like Eve
Out of Adam in his sleep
Restless dreams
Born of lonely need
For enigmatic synergy
Tied to your calamity
I’m intrigued
By your divinity
Yet I still can’t conceive
Your Eden taking over me.