The Shadows Speak. 
The ceiling fan
stirs up the night
twirling shadows in the dark
I close my eyes
and feel your heartbeat
knowing for sure
you're out there somewhere
falling asleep
listening to mine.

Tonight When I Miss You.
Sitting on this window's ledge
I pour myself a cup of rage
and ready with a pen and paper
I'll wait for the unheard melodies
that filter through the silent night
rain down on me and wash me clean.

Take Me.
I followed your eyes
and they have led me astray
help me I'm free falling
like confetti from your lips
won't you catch me
or the winds will carry me away.

But This Time It's Real. 
Saw you today
you haven't changed a bit
except you wear your hair a little shorter now
but that old jacket still fits just fine
"can I buy you a coffee,
for old times sake,"
it's nothing but some harmless fun
if you've got nowhere else to be

we'll laugh about back then
and how it all turned out
and you can lightly brush my hand
with a smile from behind your cup
for now let's pretend like we always did
hiding from yesterday
lost in the here and now.

I Remember You Said Forever.
On the precipice of broken dreams
we stare down a canyon of hitched breaths and stolen moments
on a December evening I remember you said,
"it makes me ache
how I could never love you
the way you want".

I Remember the Books You Loved to Read.
Young lovers stand in my shadow
I watch them from a shattered tenement window
with glowing eyes they reminisce the places we visited
with you as tour guide sharing the vows and kisses we once kept

as I wander alone down old memory lane
I'm walking past that house we built
where some things are hard to remember
and some things,
                         I'll never forget.

That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.

- Never Been Kissed. 

Feels Like I'm Losing You Again. 
Morning sits close on the horizon
and as dew starts to frost
a lovers kiss is cleansed from my lips
as memories once so vivid
begin to be forgot,

another night is wasted
as streaks of rouge paint the skies
I'll bid you farewell once again
and wait for darkness to return,

for in the night I am the rain
bleeding tainted words and spilt ink onto virgin sheets.

Auburn In Your Eyes.
There is a summer breeze
tangled in your hair
and it feels like a California sunshine
flowing through my fingers,
won't you take me with you
so that when the winters descend
I'm not left with just an illusion of you.

Palestine.
Every night
it is so silent where I lay
that I can hear my heartbeat *thump* *thump* *thump*
in my head
outside a night jar coos
and in the distance I hear an owl call to someone unknown

Every night
my brothers and sisters cower in fear
the only lullaby are the sounds of the bombs that whistle overhead
I can hear their heartbeats *thump* *thump* *thump*
never knowing when one will fall on their heads.

A Phantom Touch.
Every night
I visit those old memories
where you haunt the corridors like a ghost in the night
and I drink you in until I'm drunk on us
and for a while at least,
I am lost
dancing with the illusion of you.

Rehab.
When you looked at me
all you saw were my blurred edges
there were no distinct boundaries
no real rights, no real wrongs

and I thought that was a compliment
I thought I finally found someone
who saw me for me
not for the walls that I had put up

I beamed that I was your setting sun
that no matter how bad it got
at the end of your rough day
you'd always came home
to me. 

now I realise
how thick was the wool you had placed on my eyes
I was just an excuse
an excuse to use and abuse

you take more than I offered
while promising more than you were prepared to sacrifice
this was your wager of sin
and I was the pathetic gambler too stupid to say enough is enough

well this gambler has folded her cards
I walk away with nothing but the clothes on my back
take your winnings because finally

enough is enough.

Kaleidoscope.
Diamonds that dangle
from the heavens above,
crystals from Gods chandelier
illuminating the path
for restless souls
who toss and turn
and whose passion burns
too hot to be quelled.

Kissing Different Mouths.
You're looking for salvation
in a smile that could light your darkest nights

a spirit so much like your own
to illuminate the deepest reaches of your heart

someone for whom
you never wish to part

so you kiss different mouths
searching for that perfect taste

the combination tongue
with enough sweet to match your sour

but with every sample
every embrace,

every smile
and every taste,

with the seasons that pass from day to day
it only stings worse

because it just reminds you
of the one that got away.

Star Light Romance. 
By only moon light
I want you to read me like a book
trace your fingers along my spine

and discover the passages
written just for you
breathe in the scent of secrets

hidden between the sheets
as you count the freckles on my skin
a constellation leading me home to you.

Night Madness.
The night she spills her sweet secrets
like dripping nectar
which collect like starlight in your hair,
as you sit and watch
wide eyed and amazed
at the wonders of the heavens above
they sparkle for you,
a spectacle
the magik of the cosmos
unfurling like the wings of an angel.

Someplace Else.
I've grown far too old for this body
and dragging these bones feels like a constant battle

I tire of the Venice Beach lifestyle
all the strip club romances,
those hot sandy beaches
and one night stands,
strange sunburnt embraces
and sideways glances,

won't you take me to Paris?
where the skies bleed in colours
with its cobbled streets,
cafés and nicotine tainted prophets
where the dreamers dream deeper
and the kisses are sweeter.

The Mediator. 
She's magik
and I am spellbound
caught in a web
spun of her beauty in madness,
and if she would believe me
I would tell her that her eyes shine
brighter than the wheat fields
that glisten in the midday sun.

My thoughts tread barefoot
across the terrain of words
that spill nonchalant from your lips.

So am I wrong to believe
that in between each breath you take
is a heaven made just for me?

Haunted.
So you've decided to cut your losses
leave here before it gets any more complicated
and you know I won't stand in your way
love should be voluntary
not a war,
not something I should have to earn
not something I should have to win.

So before you leave,
before you stumble out that door
won't you say something hurtful
make it sting to the core
say something that will singe
and leave a mark on my heart
because one day when melancholy
unexpectedly breathes life to your memory
I don't want to regret
the ghost of someone,
like breath on a windowpane
the ghost of someone who just disappeared.

Forever All Over Again. 
Once again, after the rampage is through
you ask me to stay
in the chaos of regret that ensues
you swear that you'll change,
and this willing fool readily falls to pieces
all my defenses crumble and collect at your feet
as I lose sight of the things that i want
to the blinding need
and guilty desires
laid bare in your eyes.

Only We Know.
There is a place
before the dawn
where I await you
longing, under grey skies
where pregnant clouds watch over me
under the shelter
of a row of pines
on hills of amber
this is our place of love,
lost but not forgot.

If You Would Be Mine. 
If you would be my own
I would be your escape
and if you should ever need me,
you'll find me in the space
between your shoulder blades
your wings
at your command, waiting for unfurl.

Rain. 
Sometimes I hear a rumble
like a call from distant clouds
pregnant with tears
or a whisper carried on the wind
like the mournful call of a wandering soul
I stand exposed and alone
waiting to be kissed
a cleansing rain from the heavens above
soaking me, renewing me
her rough hands caress me and enfold me
my soaked hair whipped across my face
I will stretch out my arms
lean into the madness
give myself into
the only thing I know
that won't take me away.

Reflected Complacency.
Sometimes I wait
for daylight to break
but the state of my heart
crawls melancholic, dragging itself upon the cold hard floor
and it drips
sticky like honey
this evenings passage
leaves me mostly aloof
and often adrift.

Your Touch.
Your touch is like
the flutter
of butterfly wings
ghosting on my skin,
setting off an explosion of fireworks
causing ripples in time
and tsunamis to form
halfway across the world.

Tonight I Stayed Up and Thought About Stuff.
Real life isn't always perfection
Often it's nervously bitten digits and cracked nail polish.

Real life isn't always photogenic
Mostly it's oily faces and adolescent outbreaks.

Real life isn't perfumed or pretty
Sometimes it's pit stains and bad hair days.

Real life isn't a page in a glossy magazine
Airbrushed and edited to curveless perfection.

Real life isn't about salads and diet coke
It's more like ice cream and pizza at 3 am and fat days spent in yoga pants feeling sorry for yourself.

Real life isn't always smooth sailing
Rather it's more like "I hate you" one minute then "I love you" the next then "shut up, go away" right after that.

Real life isn't fantasy
It's the 9-5 grind and knowing you'll never make enough to afford all the things you want.

Real life is never how you expect it to be
So when you tell me that I'm beyond perfect and that you don't deserve me . . .

What do you expect me to do . . . degrade myself so I'm imperfect for you?

This Place.
Today I walked past our spot
under the Sycamore where we used to lay
and all at once
those memories
of you and I
came rushing back like a flood.

I watched as they set the skies on fire
and the shadows cast were a golden hue
the violent winds danced with our silhouettes
gamboling in the shade of that lover's tree.

In that moment
you took my hand,
your incendiary stare igniting desires
setting fires
as you cast your handprint on my soul.

Smuggled.
All the rivers have run dry
and all the bridges have been burnt to the ground
someone buried the hatchet long ago
everyone knows, but me
won’t you turn around and you may see
a whirling masa of rolling ash
and there’s me, standing solitary in the enveloping plumes
with hammer and tools in hand
no one told me you can’t ever fix a broken heart
but still I try
like a madman I keep trying
beating this dead horse into the ground.

Thoughts of you are in my head
Playing loud and on repeat
Like a stereo I can't turn off
From the dark into the light
Your kiss is the salve for my broken lips
Maybe I should learn the hymns
To worship at the church of your curves.

My Skies.
In perpetual darkness
as I sit in the wreckage
there's nothing
to carry the sound
of my heart
as it shatters to pieces.

I see nothing
as I float aimlessly
in a debris of memories
made
of you and me.

Do you ever get that feeling
that you're not sure
if you're awake or dreaming?

Because in this emptiness
under a cloak of weariness,
you are the past
that I am tethered to
and I am the astronaut
endlessly searching for love
within the galaxies
that pool in your amber eyes
thru a sea of asteroids
I'm hoping against hope
that you will find me first.