Cognitive dissonance,
now there's a word that
has no association by the
mind and its blind spot,
regardless of the facts
presented or if your
mileage may vary depending
on how well your vehicle is tuned
and how big the engine is.

Let's go waltz on your grave, my beast
All through our steps, recalling
Those nights you spent with me

You played next to me on that common stage
You danced with me…then laughed with me
Soon you cried with me…then...
We drank poison together

Bitter-sweet poison together

Dying was inevitable with you, my dear beast

Well, the curtain has been lowered now

Let's step forward and proudly take a bow

From her balcony window she stares
Into a night sky filled of wishing stars
She refuses to give up on fairy tales

She turns to me, and asks can you read poetry
That would take one to a dreamer’s galaxy
My passion awoke as words danced on the page
She said read till my soul finds wings in your words

I kept reading for the girl infatuated with dreams
Her tears, moved mountains and her smile saved souls
In a whispering voice she said, oh can’t you see
How were flying on passion in a poet’s galaxy

Unfamiliar spectrum analysis
of prism-ed logic spray,
dark realities
bring me to my knees,
threatening to steal the sun away.

Irregular, refractive hotspots
bring about the rain,
shadows attack
the weapons rack,
and take turns inflicting pain.

A broken resolution
leads me to the garden gate;
withered moments fade
in the quiet shade,
poking strobe-like holes in fate.

Echo's realm is your sub conscience mind
Weaving words for you to find
A continuous litany,like a Mobius Strip
Sleep is the trigger that will trip

Born on the ash of a lost ember
In fitful dream
To be remembered
the laughter

Echo etches images
upon corridor walls
there in your memory
to be recalled
the words

Echo hums a familiar song
You've not heard it for so long
soft,softer
echo,echo gone

spring arrives
deadbolt eyes
the rusting room
in echo halls

the stray light wanders
in loves squander
caressing the forgotten
dirty locks

Today is the first day,
I will begin here,
Not sparing on supplies,
But today I will embark.

Life begins every day,
Life ends every night,
But as long as someones at my side,
I know it will be okay.

Through it all,
No matter what happened,
They would come back,
Our of love,
Or regret,
That one always came back.

For today is the first day of my life,
I was born when I opened my eyes,
Gazing into yours so sweet,
I know those eyes will always be staring back.

Memoirs

Appreciation comes so voluntarily
it smartens my heart
and
memories.
mundane ,horrific and wonderful
as you say,
let our lovely memories
as fresh as ever stay
for the remembrance of the past
does not ever evanesce
but does last
till memory is watered
and
twill you amaze
I can recall my very first birthday.
don't laugh,
memories will never vanish
they always will stay
until life itself
fades away'.

Two parts from the same inspiration

Stepping into the sky

Three days ago
Three clouds made stepping stones
into the sea of the sky, like lace beside me
flowing in a dance of soft warm downies buffeting my face
and through them I was cleansed and filled with grace
as suspended on the surface so divinely blue
I tried to grasp at handfulls of the hue
its tangible silky trace of moving particles a dew in air

Shaman, Shaman dance for me
for I need your magic now
as sure death grows within me
use ancestors' knowing how

O great Shaman cast your spell
in this dim lit house of glass
ban what makes me fell unwell
I'm not ready yet to pass

Shaman....Doctor mix your potions
bite me with needles of steel
let machines of wonder record the motions
of doom pulsing from crown to heel