staking claim
like a man
into a heart
born from stars

the viscosity
of yours tears
is too thick
to wade through

I grieve for
how you
purposely
choose misery

breath in the grass
each inhale draws in
the sun’s secrets

forget not the feel
upon your feet
each step listens

beating heart
don’t stop
fighting injustice
fighting for truth

to be brave
and face each truth
to look through
every ruse

the world is wide
and love is wild
grown from pain
nurtured by rain

forever the night 
recalls 
the way out
but there is no
going back 
into cages that encircle
what was meant to be free

young wisdom
with unbound visions
exploits passion so to
temper riddling fears

although still a child
fleeting and wild; to be
thorough with touch
and clumsy with words

picking at thoughts, their shapes
weaving in them, instilled patience
the heart imagines a path where 
ends and starts continuously shift

towards cornerstones and pathways
shining light upon explicable futures
and so to rise means to undo death
and knowledge gained paves maturity

hey astronaut boy
aren’t you tired of
looking at home
from afar?

are you tied to
your shuttle
your job and crew
with nothing to do?

you’re out there
passing glances
in the cold,
floating on by

Did no one tell you
that you have choices?

Did they nod and smile
while sending you off?

you think you’re in space
conquering a frontier
but I’m the moon
I shape-shift in shadows

you think you’re alone
but know that you’re not
while you conquer glory
I speak for the stars

She spoke with light
Throughout the night
Smitten on the inside
Devouring sight

Throughout the night
The fire cried
Devouring sight
Ashes upon on her mind

The fire cried
the sun replied
Ashes upon on her mind
Her silence inscribed

The sun replied
Smitten on the inside
Her silence inscribed
She spoke with light

along ridges of teeth
are the debris of 
unborn sentences

ravaged and
decimated by 
invisible filters

so microscopic
are the needles
that craft a mind

how much has
been left behind
for the sake of a lie

moving without words
never to be seen
but still heard

the same way waves
topple without notice
ushering a continuation

they who weave
through impulses
with selected purpose

no one knows
but it still shows
abundant completion

this I believe
are how true
heroes should be