The Parallels of Addiction

Amphidromic Points

Water Colors

Somehow Keep Breathing
I can hear the birds thinking About swimming south for the eveningThe clouds follow slowly behindKnowing that feeling is all in their mindWith the wind pushing at my backI move forward through the cracksIn a sky that keeps me dreamingOf a life that seems worth seeingThis lonely heart beats to a winter drumYet it's so quiet it won't wake the sunThe darkness hangs over what I used to beSomehow fulfilling me but is it the real meI can't stop from thinkingAll these words have lost their meaningWhen this dirt beneath our own skyWon't keep me from asking whyYou know this feeling

Visceral Symmetry
There are babies in my gardenGrowing their own needsVoid of any parental designsBuilding truth out of their own beliefsThis nursery blooms with desireSeasons changing the night into dawnWithout the concern for fetal protectionAccounts of the past are overdrawnThere are babies in your gardenGrowing their own leavesNo framework to mold intoNo habits imprinted onto the seedsThe intoxication of this pheromonePushes the envelope of a sealed intentionLighting the stage for visceral symmetryLife becomes our own inventionThere are babies in our gardenNo longer in fear of bei

Nothing We Can Do
I’m lying honestlyWriting my own obituaryWith disappearing inkFilling empty poolsThat no one will ever drinkThis uglinessIs a thing of beautyLeft wearing damaged goodsFamous for obscurityMirrored by holy ambiguityMy mind is telling meTo plead for the nearest exitIn need of common groundKnowing truth lies in finalityToo tired of pretending to hear the soundsTruth is a contradictionHolding hands with a plastic depictionThat is nothing more than a dreamOur self is breaking up with itselfTossing the broken parts down streamFurther down the rabbit hole

Starve a Heart, Feed a Fire
Every shallow water streamWill eventually drift into ocean mouthsA never ending successful endeavorForever undeserved with inevitability delousedYet the chance of our heart winningAs likely as a desert snowWhile knowing this hopelessnessIs the only true form of growthWith the premature birth of this knowledgeWe are awake and breathing blindPurging every emboldened realizationQuelled by the inconvenience of timeThis overwhelming shieldingKept out all the benevolence tooNever yielding desire or digestionYet ripe for the picking from the hands of me and youEach time this pros

Memory Disguises
The best memories Are the ones you don't remember Like a condescending compliment Our stable moods were never ending With life being the knife Our throats were our tomorrow Just another question That always grows familiarThis sand is all too identifiable With the breakdown of our paranoia Makes me wonder if our fears Have always been all too real Breathing without oxygenLike a silence in the stormDivision was inevitable Our wills were overwrittenWho put these snakes In our bed of empty promisesDid you put those ugly thoughts In my head of uncanny persecut