Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.

Darkness prevails
All too soon
It’s ritual stir
Beneath the moon

And as l walk
Across the bridge
The far off city
Starts to live

The city is a energy
That suffices my soul
The lights and traffic
Soon take control

And when the night
Does start to close
I drift on back
To my lonely home

And l lay on back
In the evening cool
And my mind
Does dwell on you

When the stars decide to leave.  
In the sky of a world my mind weaves.
The ghost there are not really ghost.
Just forgotten angels fluttering around this starlight coast.

Constellations lose their specks.
Darkness and separations distance the flecks.
Creating new constellations.
In heavenly reveries of my imagination.

I stand on the shoals of your dream ocean.
Waiting for your wave and to feel your emotion.
The way your touch made me alive.
Together forever as we both arrive.

Above us:
Wrong time,
wrong place.

For now, it’s safer
keeping our secrets.
Tension builds,
and in just a bit
it will all pour out.

Don’t look into my eyes
if you don’t want to share your story.
With every gaze, the gap is closing.

Something unvoiced is flowing.
The pendulum sways.
Is there life left?
Is it still a warm place,
or an illusory glow?

If you don’t want to let someone
into your territory,
please turn your head,
turn your eyes.

Seeing right through, you betray
who you were
and who you became.

in ventura every night you leave us outside
post pandemic with this law
that these people have leveraged
interest into the legislature
we exist confronting a housing collapse,
mortgaged slavery of our seconds
titled as dead parcel's with violated civil rights frames
the assault on the person is this eminent domain
of failed body boundry by the non profits and legislator irwin

thanks for the prison break and bondslavery visits with the hillside stranglers, green river killer disciples and mimics and government corruption fixated and ownership of the lightswitch and realestate  of my country.  i am not for sale