I found you today amongst a dusty book of poems flagged and noted the words that moved you and within my chest lay emptiness naught of love nor of joy I think now I understand you killed the poet that knew of such things; that dreamed of eternity

The NRA buys off Congress. No action on guns. The oil industry buys off Congress. No action on climate. Insurance companies buy off Congress. No action on health care. The list goes on... Money in politics is the root of our dysfunction.

Every politician who votes against gun reform is a murderer. Watching children get shot and taking money from the NRA is a crime against humanity, Same people who denied climate change, because “it’s not a problem.” Well, look at us all now.

For those of you fighting you are not alone; and we are stronger together #WorldLupusDay

We watched as the stars died worlds surrendered to darkness

There is neither flame nor sight yet within the void there is a sense of you a presence like warmth I have known you since before the coming of light the first breath of fire

He awoke me with the tip of his tongue as it grazed scripture along my flesh

Kiss me the way the dawn kisses the shore in a moment gone yet forever more

I reach for you in the dark. I know you are not there. yet still I reach

It’s in the silence that I miss you most.

What good are you if you only love those that love you?

Put me away in a place of quiet surrender and when the long years have greyed with age and youth is but a memory take me out once more to remember and to mourn

I suppose I thought tomorrow will come and I would see you again all these years later and still I wait for tomorrow to come

I am not the same person I was, and I am not yet the person I will be. I just know that with every wound, every scar, every little death, I evolve.

She was moonlight and wine soaked lips dancing in beauty and shadow

I know nothing but that I love you and that knowing rests like a bloody broken crown

I don’t know if you can see or feel me anymore. If your heart skips a beat still or if when you find your dreams if I’m the one roaming aimlessly, dancing around in the arms of your demons.

I've probably read this poem 100 times, but when the world seems particularly gone to hell, it still brings me to tears.

I do not call my musings a romanticization, for they are but a realization, of the beauty that we are living

There is within an ocean of words moved by currents of beauty and she was as the moon every drip of inky darkness pulled from the depths of the soul given in chained surrender to the glory of her beauty of a spirit born of light a whisper of the divine