Too much blame
is placed on me
while the lost
take another drink.
Angel Pieces
Drifting
We are the wounds that open with the sun
and bend the horizon
to project our grace.
Silver Lining
You call me love.
Held me as I dismantled my world
and watched
as I achingly pieced myself
back together.
Pause
The throws of death
cradled you and
I met you there.
When There Is No One to Be Proud
My path has changed more times than I can count and I have fallen down just as many.
Beautiful Woman
Crouched behind hallways paved in stone.
Guards hold vigil at every gate that leads to your door.
The Break of Sun
In some other cosmic shooting of our words and tangible meshing of our tongues.