new age poetry


I asked the universe for things

I should not have asked for

My muse snickered

and gnashed his teeth 

and clashed his claws

I needed a distraction

from my distraction 



She said I hung the moon

for her

I watch the rain

slide across faces

making us look strange



The sky is black

and in truth,

it was not I who hung the moon

I just drank up

all her shine

Scattered Diamonds….redux

The moon scattered diamonds

across the ocean

it twinkled and winked on the tippy-tops of waves

and become lost inside

her ravenous froth

I play this dream

in reverse,

These blue storm lips spit diamonds

back at the sky

Lucy catches one

in her kaleidoscope eye

Bring me back to that day

beneath the waterfalls

Don’t you know?

Love is the deepest

rabbit hole.


Always editing…the revisions have been pricking at my brain for awhile now, so here you go. Yes, I love the Beatles and Alice in Wonderland.


The reaper awaits

at the fringe of the forest

My soul

stumbles and sways

chaos ensues

I try to snatch the lighting

from his eyes

He is bruised

and butchered

and perfect

I swallow fire

like apocalyptic lemonade

I will never

be the same

I brand an “H”

between his eyes

don’t lose the rage inside

don’t you die

untouched by me

don’t hang your gods

too high

chaos ensues

My soul

stumbles and sways

He is bruised

and butchered

and perfect.

The fire in the fly

There is a fly in my honey

and a fire in the fly

There’s no need to cut me

this life hurts already

Sometimes I feel empty

Sometimes I feel so full of myself

I can be foolish

and careless

and nervous

But know that if ever I am cold

I am bluffing.


In the distance there is home

and my failures look so small

but it’s a lie

(Tell me I am wrong?)

The rain gives me a reason

to roar out my window

the sky answers in lightening

your kiss was frightening

You give me a reason

to sneak out my window

I can read the message

in your eyes

If you’re going to do it

do it right

You swallow the lightening

and become the fire in the fly

The Epitome of Splendor

He said the only cuts worth having

are the ones that scrape against bone

the ones that grind you down

and build you back up

He whispers through the bitter-blood taste of the Cabernet

Do you know pain?

I etched it into the skin on my wrist

years ago

the night of delirious bowling

I made myself vulnerable

only to swear never again

I have paid the price for this oath

For apart we were a plague upon the other

Together we were the epitome of splendor

Do you think this is true?

His grin is cocky,


and he tells me

My writing is the epitome of spendor

when he is the muse. 

in between chords

Dusk brushed the building tops

I saw the twinkle in your eye 

within the city lights

A sigh formed in longing

the memory of a frosty kiss…

the smell of leather

the scent of you.

These are things I will forever miss…

The music played

and I liked the sound his fingers made

sliding across strings

in between chords

But nothing could break me from this melancholy trance

I was sad about the news

the man on the moon 

needed a space suit to breath

and all mountains will crumble

into the sea


Boys passed me in ski masks

but payed me no mind

except a nod and a peace sign

The wind blew back my hair

my skin became ice

I stood on top of the mountain

caught in between chords

and waited for it to crumble.

Dirty penny

This world wants to destroy

pieces of me

they say were never no good

All the things that matter to me,

are useless things

Or so I’ve been told

I bought a soul for a dirty penny

and a dire thought

I warned you with a snake-lipped-hiss

nothing good can come of this

I don’t believe in happy endings

(although everything must end)

I bit myself over and over again

and decided I didn’t like the taste

of my own meat

too bland, too cold

too something

So go ahead and send me a wink

and spit shine my dirty penny

The soul was always mine for the taking

and it’s the one good thing

I’m keeping.