And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
The Air Around Your Lungs
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Isle of Odes
Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby
Yours Or Mine
I will not be torn apart by prideful fingertips... Yours or mine.
Ever On the Wing, pt. II
Called to be a soldier-king Called to romanticize everything From childhood on to elder spring From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing Called to not know where I stand Called to see beyond the borderland From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned From a gratuitous smile when I crash land Yet here I see all that I am... Continue Reading →
On the Backs of Vagabonds
The air I breathe is stifling me I swear I'll run away when I've got all I need to pave The safe road, brick by brick, stone by stone And then I realize the ground ends at the sky So I'll affix some wings and catch the warm breeze in spring But for now in... Continue Reading →
Windstrewn Self
These effervescent throes That toss me to and fro Sea-waves to the unknown From origins condoned I, with my fate, betrothed Content, and yet I stow Rebellion, and loe For windstrewn self, in tow
