You swore on every star

as you crept out

from under my skin

glared at me

as you wafted away

Take me with you

in traces of your mind.

You yanked

a part of me

tearing my inner soul

pieces floating into air

shoved me

into the dark

Take me with you

in traces of your mind

You swore

in pillows of air

drifting through our spaces

ripping

shadows into my sky

unsaid thoughts

Take me with you

in traces of your mind

Rolling through curves

and ridges reaching upward,

touching lightly the earth below.

Descending upon glimpses of greatness.

The eye deceives what the

spirit knows to be real.

Hey kid, send me some pink

Mine is lost, I think

Hey kid, send me some cheer

Fear is on sale here

Hey kid, send me some peace

Their hard hearts don't beat

Hey kid, send me some hope

It's so far away from me, I need a telescope

Hey kid, send me some love

And never grow up

I want to know YOUR favorite LOVE song.

Comment below. :)

The one in the picture above is mine.

Love and Joy to ALL

Amy

When I am tired and ready to give in

I think back to the long gravel road

that lead me home to the ranch house

my grandfather would walk ahead of me

in his old jeans and thick boots

carry his shovel in his right hand

to cut the heads off of rattlesnakes

foolish enough to cross our path

a swift life lesson expressed in silence

My grandmother would wait patiently

on the broken white porch

singing with crickets

always watching

something boiling on the stove

I learned to skin those rattlesnakes

at five years old

caught a bull frog for a pet at age six

stood on the mountain alone

chest pounding against brown bears

and hound dogs

small pistol strapped to my belt

borrowed from grand papa

fear was a hill I always lived to conquer

caves scratched with my initials with arrowheads

found in dry riverbeds

spitfire dreams screamed into vast acres of hope

a thick bloodline stretching across continents

and into the endless universe

my feet solid on hollowed ground

life a journey to be patched into

my front pocket

When I am tired

I remember the red thread

that will forever tie me to them

and the lessons they showed me

of how to be free

The white horses have all disappeared

Thick calloused hands scratch my forehead

They try to sooth me to sleep as I cringe

Torn from acres of white horned owls

Thrown into sharp shattered windows

Tired and starving I wait in the watchtower

Touching diamonds of yesterday in my palm

There is a storm causing a witch to shift

Tell me where have the horses gone

Trembling I run to your memory

To find that it has slipped away to dust

smooth whiskey

metallic stardust

bury sense

thick molasses

before dawn

forbidden shadow

mountain cabin

nape of neck

melt candle

delirium sky

inhale union

broken piano

vein pulse

spin counterclockwise

crescendo skin

concept depth

tremor fuse

bloodstream heavy

harmony bond

expectation collide

mind sync

fall directly

between way

Immaculate perfection

sheet crack

chemistry explode

melody meld

harmony lock

unravel silence

blood fuse

sweet delirium

beyond explanation

grace descend

fall mortal

release coil

beneath euphoria

desire dissipate

carnage starve

defeat lifetime

misunderstood

in moments

beyond reach

Hearts perched on balance beams

of dripping tendrils of rain,

thundering in echoes of our past

as lightning rides on golden steeds.

Plume of my pen paints the skies

cerulean inspiration as moon

falls to his knees, yielding

to sphere of butterscotch sun.

Cracked wisps of madness explore

sky on wings letting go the fragile hush

of broken thoughts, reflecting mirrors

of life’s onslaughts in magical sky.

Windy fingertips breathe on my throat,

fire in sky strengthens heated desire

in billowed swirls of cushioned passion.

Skyward laughter of bubbles hangs

upside down from trapeze of stars.

Paper lanterns in sky of glassy light

peek through cloudy puffed windows -

azure vault of life to those who thirst.

I am not mad at anyone

for i am simply mad 

for I love the little things and it's important to enjoy them 

I enjoy big bulging eyes 

the way they bulge out when I say the things I say 

I hate the way people chew gum 

they look like a donkey 

there annoying yacking

and split 

smacking around in their mouth 

saliva slushing and gushing and mushing the gum 

in their mouth 

and the crinkle of their snout 

and pushing their nose in their air like everyone wants to see

what's up in their house 

 anyway back to what I was saying 

I simply enjoy how people look at me when I go on my rants 

or when I furrow my brow 

when I smell a stench 

and with one pinch 

I can offend a crowd 

with just one glare 

I make them stare 

I make them take a dare 

to share in my idiosyncrasy's

I enjoy my little fetish's 

some are very pettish 

My doctor says I am mad 

I say how can I be mad when he has done nothing bad 

all he has done is make me feel sad 

because he makes it clear in one bottle I am not normal 

sure I ramble about my friends in wonderland but they are real 

one dresses in teal 

and wears heels 

wait they are the same person 

sometimes I see different versions of the cat 

I always hear this annoying noise of a tit-tat-pitter-pat 

and a loud bang 

of a clock 

then there's my idiot friend's tweedle dee and tweedle dum 

I think there are brothers 

but then again I don't even know if any of that was real 

because every time I take those dang pills 

I can never visit them 

but my doctor says I need them

I don't see the need

but I still heed 

because I don't want to end up in that asylum

well if I am being honest it wasn't really an  asylum 

it was just some shock therapy it was really fun watching the waves enter my head

and jolting my head back into the chair .

I have been there so many times I practical now how to do it 

you wanna try my friend ;)

This world is

upside down

twist and turn

below

buffalo heart

bright side of

life shining slow

climb the path

watch soft ways

endure the pain

until waves breaks

sand and shore

understand the

change is slow

rearrange

hold fast

forget age

grace lasts

youth a breath

still worth the

will to take

wrinkle brow

as candlelight melts

upon metal and wind

burn your blood

to iron dust before

you give in to surrender

eyes fix forward into

waves of ideas as they

reflect the truth

behind small mirrors

of sand and shore

echo the siren call of

all that's been forgotten

love and glory

upon every edge

death and desire

fall heavy like trees

to scatter leaves

hanging concepts

on cliffs

to grasp and

then forget

This world is upside down

a wildfire in the mist

a dream within a dream

I float now to

watch you from below

red leaves tilt with

blood and sand

to reach the ground

from which I stand

You sing softly past wheat

buried in snow and grain

hands numb frozen

chill of pain and death

but child it's only

brief in moments

mistakes

are painted

on canvas

in water

not oil

to wash away

with silver brush

and turpentine

feather bristle pulls

upon your pale

and fragile skin

you must still

lace the day with hope

made from white doves

and silver strings of clay

I can taste your truth

in pigments of earth

upon my tongue

blood pure

with grit and bone

form of blackbird

within your breast

a life built from

brick dust and

old ideas

paper cuts

drip deep

red puddles

on white page

as you whisper

"please, take me home"

I am a hidden chapter now

invisible to the touch

ripened then ripped

from Dead Sea Scrolls

I could sing soon but

your ears would be deaf

to the fraction

of my hum

wear my memory

around your wrist

built of blue glass

and stone

I am and will always be

lost between the trees

waiting for the son of heaven

to return his breath to me

We will meet bellow the willow tree

I will be wearing white stars to touch

Your perfect face as I wipe the last

blue tear from your eye

Together we will enter the void of nothing

To swim up and out to the edge of planets

They sparkle and burst with every hue

We will know each other there

fearless throughout the oceans of space

And time will bend to our sorrow