Moonlight, a lot of.

We run for the shadows

like the night is prey to be caught.

We drink in star light

as though it will quench loneliness.

But our isolation is sated

with knowledge of the other.

Your eyes are stones reflecting joy from the pools of mine,

both containing a depth of sorrow.

~

And your cry

in the gathering dusk

plays the chords of solitude in my heart.

Your bittersweet sobs

in the moonlight

urge me to dive into your mystery.

~

I will etch the contours of your form

into the eye of my mind

in the hues of every sky:

Aqua, lapis, pewter, crimson, amber, black:

even your daytime hues dusted with stars.

~~~Erin M. 1/23

Underneath it, all.

There's music dancing through my head,
I find something beautiful
in a world I was giving up on.
~
Stolen moments
given by the stars to two so deserving of grace
none so needful of it than these shadow twins.
~
Energy, spirit, soul recognition
even from a distance:
I felt that bright spark when our hands traded peace.
~
The wounded in my dreams,
your place is always in my arms
and indelibly writ that reservation.
~
History has no bearing on recognition of souls.
Distance does not dictate the closeness of hearts,
And the pull of rails and whistles only broadens understanding.
~
I will wait
For your sharp moonlit gaze
Each night as I look out my window.
~
It is true that we are under the same moon we frolicked under,
Children baptized by silver light and mischief,
But that moon means more to us than most.
~
Each noise I hear in the night,
I check my window:
Just in case you need my arms at last.

~~~Erin M. 1/23

It's here, It's there. It's everywhere.

I know where i've been, I know what to do, I have been me, but now I'm you. Exist why? I'll let you in on a secret. I never knew what I was untill I grew up to be it. Wish me away? why then say the same. I love it too you know, the fresh lips listed again. Never knew what it meant, those three words. How could I let go, of the pain that doesn't hurt. so worth the risk, so worth the death, so worth the best, unless I see, what I am when I am me. Why stand against me? I duno, why not. For you see between your heart lies me, and I only want one thing. A girl? nah, more than that dude, beyond particles and things you knew, I have to I do. Being alone hurts too little, with you I play the fiddle, fuck it, i'm no devil, i'm Jesus but little. I love him too, the best and the best. All my heart and soul and mind to Christ. Fasho, fasho. I'd like to think that this is how life goes, like this place is all I have, like this page is the only one I get. Like this life never takes or places bets. But shit, since then, i've grown up. I owe no man, my debt is with God, i realize now, why they say i'm odd, because the same word in another place, means the start of a new race, displaced hate recalls what I left then. A perfect life for a f***ing pen. No, I didn't say f*** i said F*** you wouldn't know, your just alone like my phone. HAHAHAH! jk lol I knew i'd rebel from satans spell and ally myself with Jesus and his angelic pack of genious liberation homies. I ....know who you are, and I love you. That was my gift. To love you, yes you reading this, without even knowing you, because we've gone through the same, we've lost and we've gained. We know who we is, and I guess, we are kids. I'll love you after him, my Christ, or rather, simotaniously, crazy? yeah, aint it just. Whatever dude, I tried to tell you no one would believe you, but here I am, rescuing your dumb ass again. Honestly how many times must I tell you, you are alone in this, you must carry your own cross. It's here, it's there, it's everywhere. `iii

Callin in Chips

I always root for the Underdogs yo,
Sometimes they're good but even if their evil you know.
That their chance is much less than the ones on the top.
I guess Jesus is the most Under of Doggs.

~III

zombies

Life and death are never simple,
I mean c'mon its life.
Death is defiantly weird and crinkled,
Exciting at its best.
If you were bitten even scratched,
Your head might not be yours.
And that sensation to devour flesh,
May yet unearth your home.
I am here now in my garage,
Running for the keys.
My friend was scratched,
His head attached,
never give in,
again.

~I I I~

the rain

I don't know if I understand,
Why my tears of joy are pain.
Why when I cry to the sky,
I'm really smiling wide.

I can't comprehend death,
To me there is only the turn.
Dancing all day just for a chance,
To feel this frozen burn.

~I I I~

One on Land, Ten at Sea

There is an old spoken tale of fate, spun low beneath this world of hate.
Where princes, sheiks, and dukes of sorts, are heroic men in Lordly court.
Upon the seas of Caspian,flotilla a ship with mast and hands.
All on deck yet under the lee, a tragic death so silently.
Yet master of the men on deck, had hung around his neck his best.
And our father in the solemn sky, found truth in his and her sharp cries.
A deal was struck, a pact was made, to see his love again that day.
Ten years at sea, One day on Land, this covenant of promised land.
It's been 30 years to this very day, and on this spot our lady prays.
As young as she'd been that moment wept, the sun gave rise, our hero kept.


III