Tendril islands 

Gentle careful aches for touch

Much sense filled to almost brimming

In your kisses I am swimming 

Bring, bring us tendril islands 
Let’s go together 

Lost on our island forever 

Never, ever be anything but us

Oh, flounder and thrust
Tickle, trickles into a caress 

I’m sorry but I might make a mess

Wispering silence as much as you can best

The lick of a breast 
For long our nibbles

Trouble with tribbles

Plays quitely on your TV

I steal a kiss passionately 
Clever girl, your gasping breath says

Tendril of your tounge finds

Sipping your wine, for it’s time 

For partaking of mine 
Tendril islands

Put into motion

Drinking this potion

Lost in my ocean 

The Sands Of Time

take a look at the whole
the stars above
there are more than the
grains of salt
on every beach
you ever swum on
every ice cream
you have ever eaten
they are greater than
every day you have ever lived
every way you have ever did
make sure you remember this

there are a billion million trillion of it all
its all that you can be sure of
take another look
before you stand and shake
in the cold night
above the stars are so bright
but do they matter?
But do they matter?

have you ever been sure
that you knew more than you could ignore
have you ever listened to the words
and found they contradicted the way you thought
have you ever had a feel
that you could melt the snow
and take it all for granted beyond
beyond the forsaken shaw

on raindrops
in shadows
by sunlight
ye wind
lo feel
li deel
me take

have you ever been sure
that you knew more than you could ignore
have you ever listened to the words
and found they contradicted the way you thought
have you ever had a feel
that you could melt the snow
and take it all for granted beyond
beyond the forsaken shaw

there are a billion million trillion of it all
its all that you can be sure of
take another look
before you stand and shake
in the cold night
above the stars are so bright
but do they matter?
But do they matter?

take a look at the whole
the stars above
there are more than the
grains of salt
on every beach
you ever swum on
every ice cream
you have ever eaten
they are greater than
every day you have ever lived
every way you have ever did
make sure you remember this

make sure you remember this
for it is beyond what you hoped inside
I shoot the moon
I take the spoon
the cat and the fiddle talk more than hey diddle diddle
its cute but its annoying
that you don’t know what it is
but inside it is
beyond the feeling of the sand
deep in the ground
standing eternal beyond all sound
every grain represents a hart
every grain represents a flight

a day
a tell
a song
a fell
a star
all that is
is all represented in the sand
in the sands
in the sands
the sands of time

Graced to be

I’m graces

Of dandylion tea

Mead in my mouth

As kisses 

In blissful embrace

Jule noises in my ear

I’m happy but sad

It’s forceful and full

But will I ever not fill empty

I’m final 

I’m bleeding

I’m sad

I just keep grabbing and holding this kiss tight

I don’t know if I 

will ever be

Be

Significant halo, insightful tangle

Looking about face

The soup of her favorite song in the air

She takes her halo off

Polishing it for the first time

Covered in crystal hatreds

The mess these mortals make

Chords of their lives weaved in knots 

They scissor hands and scissor deaths

Looking at this moment, at her own thoughts

Knitting, striving, fated black ropes

Destiny, in these times

It took so long for her to be aware of this 

A warm feeling of the subdued grey lingers

Non one calls her by her name 

They have a word for her, and her 

Woefully worshipping, in the hope

Silently despairs, in the hate

Significantl tangles, a messy weave 

She’s not the only one who weaves

They do, themselves make it, their are others too

Like, above and, ever pressent 

Immortals is the wrong word

They are: Longen. 

Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds

Riding the noises in the forest fae

Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds

Strange library, evergreen, oh don’t mind me

Pinky promises flowering essence, cool Ghostly presence

Little strange new dreams of machines, none of them clean 

Rocky colors, shook the duller capture 

Fresh kill to the bones of the Trill, they’re after the carrion fill 

Hot cups, gimlet luck, blue blood, true mud

Flicking others, shadows like cothered muffeled mussel 

Dripping with spite their is the spike, and the hill of the place of the armsted respite 

Besides that their it is, a spokesman for the next new species 

A fairy and a robot, a gathering thought, waves

It’s hand is up, sucking on the teat

Newborn, but not a newcomer

How quickly will it learn? 

Of the spiders, birds, books and nerds? 

Endures, the Perl

Well that wasn’t even the justice of the curls in the system 

I’m sore as a whole bunch of petitions 

Piles of cheats and gassing hermits in leering metal boxes

so I hear they melted down the ox’s

Great beanie islands, sitting in a million times their volume of views

Ques, cues

I anguished. I stepped. I swore are you doing not the right sight. That true box of things that weels it’s place, seems to know more about your directions 

Curly, your just like them 

Grenadine, mixed in tears of a virgin

Lonely, like a oyster 

You will blame the system then the others

Never see the ocean of muck you are in

Is that your fualt? Your future?

I’m just a pearl

I’ve got no cleavage to cut with

I’m anguish, I’m hatred, down into the salty sand I will fall when your gone but a memory in the heart of the ocean.

I’m part of a potion

Coming into the second hands higher than thou attitude 

I’m just dirt. I’m not nothing, but it’s how some will see me. 

Laughing at the infamy of rounded streets

I’ll just tend to this way

Another day away

Into, into the handsome maze

speak to call it a labrynth 

Mountains walking above the lakes

The valleys of the voted men

Seeking words of pages tuned

The mothers messages cross as moths

They bring notes of changes to come

No motel for them to stay

During his concerto, he was interrupted

Wizard standing their, and finds the best is just to spread out the and tuck them 

His pokers face shows no sign

We stand surrounded by million years

Then in laughter of the chaos

Then will the melted anger become stone

Two white buildings

Like a old friend who’s seen the sights

Sitting in a cafe to talk

Winter chills, from the right 

Coats thick and the sanguine coffee strong. Lark at the magpies preparing their best nests.

Some of the paint has crumbled, like that old face you know so well. 

Mossy hair, growing in defiance to the years, spitefully grey.

Clasping the the cup, like a trickle of a stream in a long dry winters night.

Busking death away, his songs are old and full of ttr memories of the places his been. 

It’s a place you go, a place you chat, a place you would call the heart. A city like this, beats like a old trackers farts. It would trundle along, keep going, keep fighting. 

This man is old and cold though. I’m not sure if he will survive the next summers fires. They come all the time now.

I stare at the cup and think how much he’s enjoying it. It’s the last month of winter, and he knows it all to well.

That sanguine coffee is a sign of things to come