Don’t call it heartbreak,
its not that simple.

The choice to love
(though I’m not convinced
we’ve choice at all)
exposes the heart to
drifters, shifters,
silent killers.
Invisible adapters
that mutate
a strain of love
into a lethal virus.

A heart doesn’t break…
an Infection sets in,
filling the heart with
pandemic plague.
Disease -
that quickly spreads,
into our thoughts,
through our fingers,
out our tongues.

The heart declares war.
White cells turn,
attacking the red.
cell against bloody cell.
The beat falls out of rhythm,
chambered walls swiftly fall,
molecule and threaded atom,
deteriorate away.
Where love once thrived…
decay, takes root.

A heart doesn’t break,
it becomes a cooling corpse,
swelling and bulging
with poisonous gas.
Parasites grow
and multiply,
consuming any vitality left,
fattening themselves on death.
A cold and brittle carcass
is all that will remain.
A fragile shell
cracking and crumbling
to bits of ash, bone,
and betrayal.

A heart doesn’t break…
its a gradual disease,
gaining strength,
gaining speed
with every grave beat.

A heart doesn’t break…
its death spreading inside you.
A dark angel,
striking black drums
eventually claiming defeat.

Death fades time,
As time fades death.
Love will again
stand in its place.
Just don’t call it heartbreak.
Its not that simple.

Your lips form to all the right phrases,
but your steps just don’t square up.
So boy – save the lip service.
For this hungry heart
is looking for substance
and action to start.

We are thrust into this world
threadless, naked souls.
In our frantic grasp of breath -
we are born a wayfarer upon time’s sands.
First we crawl – clumsily step and fall.
In youth we find our legs,
using them to skip about and run.
Then to chase, then to sustain.
In maturity, we discover the wisdom of pace
and develop our steady stride.

Along our way -
Life covers us in shrouds of black.
Dark robes, inky veils, and heavy cloaks.
This is with certainty and this is fact:
it is up to each drifter -
each swathed soul-
to seek the silver threads.
To collect, to protect
and to deliberately spin
chords of sterling fabric.

We are all thrust into this world
as threadless, naked souls.
But it is of our own volition
to dress in silver linings.

I didn’t ask
but here I stand
flesh and bone
and DNA strands
without direction
without a plan
not sure where to go
or where I am

Oh, I’m showing symptoms…
I know I am.
I’ve got the stagnation,
frustration, alienation,
isolation, oh…..
the damnation
I’ve been cursed-
cursed with this condition-
the human condition.

You & I, we’re
just specs in time
objects in orbit
grazing as they fly
without any reason
without a rhyme
unsure where we are
or what’s next in line

Oh, i’m showing symptoms…
I know I am
I’ve got the fixation,
flirtation, innovation,
creation, oh…..
imagination
I’ve been blessed-
blessed with this condition-
the human condition.

We didn’t ask,
but here we stand
flesh and spirit
bound by strands
without direction
without a plan
And we’re showing symptoms…
Oh….I know I am
We’ve got this condition-
the human condition.

Ride the bend of light and sway ever free, like dust diamonds in a summer breeze. Let the rays pierce the darkest crevice and warm your coldest fears. Keep on the fast and narrow, the slow and the broad; and know – love is all around you – forever near.

Ah yes…
you’re a beautiful animal;
the mighty hunter of the pride.
A cold-hearted killer
with cool keen eyes,
You flash a predators smile
- blood stained.
For game is plenty
- at the top of the chain.

Ah yes…
I now feel the weight of your gaze
filled with hunger for fresh raw meat.
Yet, I suggest you look away
and find a different heart for prey.
Cuz this little kitty has claws;
and a bite to match.
You wont feel anything at all,
after you’ve felt their scratch.

When he calls you beautiful
says you brighten his day…
Believe him.

When he says you’re amazing
a woman of wonder unlike he’s ever seen…
Believe him.

When he says your smile lights up a room
and enlivens his very being…
Believe him.

And when he says…even so…
he is not in love with you.
Believe him.

For a man who is…
will not say otherwise.

Temptation flows from a bottle,
then rests upon your lips;
purple stained like passion,
the forbidden, and sex.
The space between our bodies
is charged
by invisible energy;
electrons: surging, crashing
causing fine hair upon our flesh
to stand on end.
Your tongue slides and shimmers
across the crevice of your mouth;
the corners, of which, lift into a grin.
You raise your glass,
“A toast! To liquid chemistry!”
And with another sip,
we drink in sin.

Show me a path.
I’ll gather my tools:
A star for direction,
A compass for guidance,
A flask for warmth.
And in the quiet spaces…
I will create new worlds.
Furthermore a new me.

Your eyes calm the storms caged within this skin
They still the raging waters of worry
and dry up the flood waters of uncertainty
inviting me…
I’m drawn deep inside of them.

Your hands guide me out of the obscurity of the crowds
Through the coldness of isolation
and into the warmth of intimacy
Your hands entice me…
I yield into them.

I want to…
Fall into you.

Your arms shelter me from debris filled winds
the intense gales and chaos of circumstance
Protecting me…
I surrender myself to them.

Your lips add precious value
to what would otherwise be wasted breath
Redeeming me…
You breathe life into them.

Please let me…
Fall into you.

Your touch stirs the blood in my veins
recharging my cold fallen heart
Restoring inside its chambers
A feeling: hard as lightening, soft as candlelight.
Resurrecting me.

Why wont you let me…
Fall into you.