The kids of the now

It truly is a system of a downwith each passing year, the kids getting lessof the worldthat nourishes, heals, and sustains them.Kids getting less of the trillions of dollarsdown to penniesleft counted by their meager handsskeletal skins and hungry eyesthe world yonderleft with dust and smokelingering in the darkness, with leafless branchesshe walks, a girl

This old house

There’s no one out here, yet there’s flowers that bloom and valleys that roll and rivers that flow into the never-ending seas we can go there just you and I the empty halls echo sounds of past long gone and the light dances with the dust of feelings unsettled between you and I you make

Can’t find you

It’s useless; every other emotion that I’m feeling right now. I don’t know where to find you. I’m lost again. I’m seeking beyond the pages printed with dry scientific words. I’m skimming through the shopping catalog plastered with fake beautiful faces. It’s faster than the car ride that can’t seem to fly higher; tastier than

My blissful chaos

Wow I miss it so much; life in the east where the sun rises and you’re always drunk on love. A place filled with holy gods and goddesses watching you from every street corner as you pass by with a helpless smile, eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky. High on dust and dirt.

Golden haze

Pink and blue evening, inside, a champagne spritzing of simmering gold. Your lips, soft and mellow, smiling at my reflection from the glass. My eyes, kaleidoscope with your vision moving in a direction, inching closer to your face. Blinds, over the window hold back the dusk light dying to crack in while the music sings,