Gathered at the Windowsill Available Now

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branded beauty and smiles cut short,

bunkhouse battles and secrets offshore,

analog angels arrested for treason,

treacherous teens taunting without reason,

suffering silence, suffocating violence,

sampling defiance, sobering reliance,

fantasies forgotten by a forgiving father,

unexpectedly remembered looking at his own child,

tempting pleasures begot all of us,

tormented by limited options in a liminal lock-in, 

sitting in the cockpit on a crashing plane,

lost in limbo, reaching for a quick fix plan,

friendships that solely give them growth, 

through your desperation and misdirection, 

flimsy connections and corrupted affections, 

jumping quickly onto a train heading the wrong way,

lifted limitations granted after a marauding marathon,

motherly masquerades and beastly brawls,

dumbfounding expectations set by a flakey god,

flourishing through the hardships 

that precedes passionate success, 

supplementing happiness

with a near constant stream of serotonin,

lose focus and laziness appears, 

lost service with not enough bars to recharge, 

feeling reckless, so you let yourself 

slip through the cracks, falling back,

into the deep chasm of space

without an ace up your sleeve, 

pet peeves, dig into your mind 

while you’re trying to feel the vibe,

missing all your deadlines,

while your flowers start to wilt, 

all your tending turned to silt, 

hazy agreements fail to deliver, 

forgotten with passing time.

ego blinding ships of plans

seeking refuge in real life from your third eye, 

credit card swipes and those black lines 

can’t supply you with enough resolve 

to see through the plans you make, 

everybody's half baked by the sun’s rays, 

it’s time for bed, 

for night to fall upon us all 

in perpetual cosmic peace.

a favorably developed thought passes 

through your mind as you drunkenly

take another sip of a moscow mule,

it’s the third of the night, three more

then you said you’d have today.

your hand brushes against the rough wood of the bar as you ponder on how you ended up sitting here alone, emotionally barren and misdirected.

nothing existed before this very moment, 

nothing will come from it either,

you are only as you are right now,

living in this very second 

before it passes by.

you can feel your strength slipping away,

as quick as the buzz rises through your body,

your willpower has brought you here

so there’s no way to use it to escape,

it’s easier to stay sitting at the trough,

being fed false medicine you think you deserve,

then to recognize the facade and fantasy 

you’ve built for yourself, to keep sedated.

your actions are your own,

but they brought you here,

for whatever reason, 

you felt 

you needed

to be here.

the thought won’t go away so easily,

it’s been brewing longer than most

of the beers that litter each rounded table,

it squeezes at your attention,

yearning to stand in front

of the throne in your mind,

pleading desperately with you, 

hoping you’ll come to your senses.

the bartender walks your way,

so you order another drink 

to drown yourself once more.

when i hold you 

it feels like my soul 

is complete,

when it’s over 

that feeling leaves me,

exhumes from my body,

itching for just one more touch,

a day with you placates 

my insatiable desire 

to stay with you,

every single day 

i want to witness 

your every breath, 

fate dictates how often 

we can see one another, 

but if it were up to me

we would never have to

leave each other,

we’d be totally 

entangled in 

the other’s life,

feeling in unison 

and sharing our love 

with the world, 

painting every day,

and writing about our 

infatuation with what 

we have together, 

puzzle pieces that never 

have to come apart again,

when you lay your head 

on my chest and fall asleep 

i feel a wash of peace,

i want to freeze time 

so we can share 

this moment forever, 

and carry on eventually 

when we feel the time is right,

wrapped up tight within silent sayings

that we’ve shared with one another 

on multiple occasions,

imprinted in our souls,

pounded into the fabric

that we weave our love to be,

communicated afterthoughts flow freely 

between the boundary of our existence,

unmeasurable pleasure becomes an iridescent  

and indivisible spiritual bond, a religion only

practiced by two, the tenets contained in

the minds of duality, each revelation

revealed in unison, at first confusing,

now a language no other could translate,

balanced by fate, only existing now,

a billion times over barely 

scratches the surface,

we’d need more than that,

so take the lifetime of a universe

to explore our love fully.