Cheetah

Stoplights change with the demand of traffic,

You don’t even see it,

The clouds have set in,

Thick, fluffy and wet,

But I can still see the blue trouble.

I know better,

You know better,

The bells are chiming,

Are we going to make it?

Feathers give in

When your strength jokes.

The clocks are unclear.

I see you have a new champagne machete,

A rapid lap around the sun,

Pureness is questioned,

But interesting will and powerful smiles

Lather the enamel,

Wood is renewed or at least decent.

I’m half past his star, curiously ready.

Surprisingly I see you ahead of me,

Your intentions unclear,

But your heart is clean,

Babushka reality blinded by your light,

The brush is thick.

Not using your cruel eyes,

You feel the cheetah’s warmth,

I reluctantly see the cheetah,

But the mayans are lurking,

The sacrifice is great,

Unsure worthiness,

Humor filled spoons,

Closeness brought by the cold,

Undeniably comfortable,

Living simply,

I’m left with only one,

Why not?


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Roots

Weakness has set in,

I feel it in my bones.

What does one do

When roots are unearthed?

Forced tears,

Have I forgotten how?

The lioness shakes her mane,

In efforts to discover

The emerald rawness.

Each tear drop

Caressed with hope the truth will unveil.

Is this wonderland?

How do the clouds know?

He loves her.

But she is blind.

Blind to painful loyalty.

Blind to all of the colors.

Blind to blindness.

Solely red penetrates

Wounded spirits,

Only the look within is left.

Is there depth still to go?

I pray for an eclipse.

Will they ever understand the overlap?

The embers dimmed,

And she did not care.

Flourished with fire-filled geminis,

All was forgotten.

I hate her for that.

Eternal devotion,

Hearts of everlasting,

Overwhelming honor,

Never ignorant respect.

I scarcely reveal this,

Which molds the perfect blade.

A black widow without the means,

The pain is deep.

Easily seen to all but powerful crumbs.

He wants to be your glue.

You must know this by now.

I can’t see through all the smoke.

I guess, its time for that icy staple again.

Another turn, another turn, another time.

It’s not just you,

I thought you knew this the most.

False denial births unwelcomed volumes of blame.

Hawks in the sky, the vultures are next.

Unknown counts of turmoil,

So much has taken you.

But I believe you to be whole.

Borrow my eyes, please momma,

Take them for keeps, take everything.

None was ever mine anyways.

Are the hills going to turn early this year?

Have the rivers dried up?

Worry not,

For the charcoal clouds are beginning their gallop.

Grey cheetah on the pavement,

Thirst will be quenched soon.

I am forever yours; you feel it in your toes.

Time will bring warmth, it always does.

Just give in.

Let go of you reins.

Free fall into the plush heights of enlightenment.

Smiles are awaiting

Sealed with kisses and wisdom.

You are almost there.

The both of you are.

The preparation was always in the oven,

Sizzling burning threats looming.

Just feel the piano,

And sing until the glow overwhelms.

The fog is receding,

It isn’t long now.

Its time to hit the snooze,

And surrender to the moment.

Faith has returned,

And fear has ceased.

You never fail me.

Love has done it again.


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Nonsense

Did you leave a light on?

I needed a sunrise.

Are you okay?

Why don’t you speak to me?

Do you think of me?

You were through so quick.

With the shelf-life of dairy,

You were already rounding Orion.

Did you already know?

Are you the lion?

Why did you have to make it like Oz?

You ruin the color yellow.

In early hours, the sun is so much greater.

Brighter and bigger—filled with promise.

Why did you waste our hands?

De tiempo y amore?

Or did you run into the river?

Filled with tears?

Masked with metallic shimmer?

If so, what pond are you leading to?

Is she what you need?

Would you know better?

Or have you become blood-rusted tin?

We’re six feet now.

And I’m better off.

Or is that just for the nerves?

Why did your waves wash away our castle?

Why do I layer so?

Will anyone know the truth?

Can anyone break the seal?

The rain pierces me.

I’m sure you don’t believe a word.

It’s all hidden anyways.

It is your turn.

Nonsense. Nonsense.

Concrete walls already?

Nonsense.

It kills me that you hate me.

Schuyler three times already,

And the sun isn’t even finished yawning.

Off to endo… whatever that means.

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