Friday, December 23, 2011

the send...

i wrote my kiss for you

it left my lips

the time spent ticked

we had such rhythm which rhymed  in love

the chant of you makes me again

I loft off and believe in it

sell me your soul

give me whats all...and  tempting...just your truth

this tree of mine....roots from your feet...stalk, leaves and branch...waving above, accepting air

the blanket over my heart covers experience and brings light, big, scoring, a severing bright...working, shining

I tuck my sleeves and beg of you..have mercy...watch me, then wonder about my air...float across these clouds

the tongue across my teeth...hard..telling and deep in your faults drift my mention,,but its ok...talk again we seem too...speak to my heart...grant me wishes..

visit and walk..the missing you...is all I have left...

Thursday, December 22, 2011

this day..

out to a path, most hopeless and dead

a living among serious ghosts

stalk and send

bleed all that is left

i never mentioned my name in your presence...

when i call yours...please speak and lift..direct your tongue....

im forever looking...longing...breathing thin air

i hope it all comes to me

from sun, sky, waves, leaves that fall...

im warm, my eyes love but burst open...sometimes dark with sending..

message...

that love into me...break our book wide....turn this page....

and

the stare that I sent off, along the skyline...

it carries a vacancy..

one that tips a hat with every bit of who the last of us mentioned to be......

lets run..my please for you...sticking my head and neck out

the world has us...

your eyes, your love and depth...continue...welcome...then bury me...

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

my waltzing tongue..

i loved your step
the river and rhythm..it all worked into me
i was sent on a path..dark and  troubled..
but these telling eyes..simply walk..they soak,they send, they stir..
let both of them them dance.and dare in begin again
all footsteps want to walk...along..in song, please sing with a glance...dive deep and prance
work on me, with wisdom...do it all again...im victim...so subtle...break me open but please dont look forward and scar me..yet again

Monday, December 19, 2011

working the walls..............

now lifts in the sky
break open your heart...feeling the beat and work...wondering all its blue
left in thought, our memories work and focus as draft.......scoring along...page by page
i want our story to be told...but only to me...edits mark and score..bookmark my page in your history....I can  tip then re balance and scale relevant landmarks....all measure equals your life..........

run along and grip walls which preach to me
dip in....then run off..... lets break rhythm you sent to me..
i love your deep dark glance...it works..........

the love left in us borders a line which crosses all that we were....
big and bearing..walking on it..

my eyes, they loft along............sending a mix of message....small in time yet deep when the life has to sing...
bring me up to you.....let me hear you....lets talk again.............




Sunday, December 18, 2011

the roots in us...


your muddled language stares in the eyes of my lost

blurry are the words heading this trail which seems forbidden and ridden

tempting and hollow, forgiving the frail in me, yet following forth...

growing in syllables and causing a stir

complex rhythm and cadence...off to send

the ticking of unwanting clocks which we cant rewind

give and grow...into ceremony...the love for repeat

convince your tongue

loving its speech...sipping off its points.....

let it fork to a blatant dance

stepped and seeping inside hearts of others

serpents stalk and  rip the underneath..

balance feels settled but earthen floors tell us much more...

bend the air we all breath.........rust with us......drip along........

time for the real....i loved the earth as it wept into sky...clouds, dirt, poem....this wrinkled eye..gasps with a cry...

Sunday, December 4, 2011

talk with rhythm...

watch the keys that place a life before your tune....its about you to come and walk with rhythm...
loving a blue and ceremonial sky which captures a watchful eye up there...clouds mean far more when you dig their beginning...scoop their love........its in you........

i just want you to see....that they mean something about you and i...whatever...that....does..seem...like....

the fall which they present forgoes a rain just telling in the heads of our trees....let me lie then bare my soul...honesty begins to grow

folding my big lifting ideas.....they float and rest when they have the need...my love to distract works in and i fall from the tallest branch with the expression that plants more than me......

the world can have me but it cant have the both of us...we happened to grow and live amongst all the weeds which seemed to tangle between.....you're rhythm is there and deep....its beating me........

i blink in uneven time when beats beneath my chest score before me..........its forced from your smile and bat from  the way your eyes walk to me...........the light beneath is heavy..something within...your sun meets me and  sets...

Friday, November 25, 2011

a word with you...


walk eyes into the distance

dance a breath through trees

love and leave me flailing along

painting feet which cross a burdened sidewalk.....one meeting street...

blurry, bored, sad, and torn

this walk has its own talk......tread and gawk into a starving distance.....step on me....step off then tread my head...but...please, lets continue to dance at it......

blank with this air above...it stares at both of me, big and down...upon my head

the one i draw on dark walls....and soak in its love...springing birth, and spending death tokens...after it all...what is left?

stir and lend an ear........this sound brings us all in......we surround and blend

take a look and wipe each eye....away, blink and spend your lashes wisely

for each mistake ive made my feelings feel like less or maybe feel as more..

blood darkens our days, clouds walk shelves....pages of importance test ourselves...sift through it and find melody, my dear, troubled son...so far you have been lost...........so far you have yet to become....

Friday, November 18, 2011

i break....


 A dark tunnel in....a dark tunnel out..

Grim vision of broken landscapes just crave a new beginning.......one where we all fit in..........luck of this is less than good...

Life has become....a waltz with death's border, nothing more...obvious....it may seem...but we all pinched the sky in wanting....claiming control...

Our tongues touch the veins of trees and sip syrup, bloody with remorse

A tasteful god would guide, but when questions mount him, he thins and licks fragile skin....begging for salt, earth, or worse..........temptation....

Eyes burn while steeples sear gentle and un-wanting skies......will you bury me?  Is this true fear?

The love for vision has me starry eyed and blending rays.....I cant complete these moments and continue to grip...stars, moon, sun, and tears...which fold when I call out to them...where am I, who do I love, what is next.......curtains call the dark........a blanket........sending my day away...........goodbye.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

my green eyes went black as they met the sun for too long

burnt and begun

beginning to bare

peeling away tore into me

I had a grip of love on something I knew was leaving me behind

ticks of winding down clocks

built into my heart's rhythm

balance fell below and broke the scales measure

drops of rain and the splash of life that they leave became my humble irony

I beat...I blend, I melt....

standing alone in the bright wisdom of this earth...I feel chopped off and lonely when I place my bookmark inside difficult pages...the ones calling past my sight...waiting for the big man inside my life...to tough it and take me through....

im a branch, severed with time

dark, gangly, buried with last breaths

I have leaves and seeds, to grow...its just about time...and letting the clocks tick within me...

Thursday, October 6, 2011

unveil...

the walls watch my every touch into reality, they dictate to me and grant as my wisher....nothing more than a floating kiss...

i scarcely focus, through the un-wanting windows....spaced along curtains that cast a veil of forced resistance

they owe me a glimpse, yet shutter themselves shut for reason unknown

ive cast off the ones that love me for fear of failing them

perhaps the wisdom of these windows that shun, have begun, to break, just that.....my glimpse, my lack of understanding or confidence in the one person ive been searching for........me

climbing mountains inside and digging a grave at each landmark...have i been grave along this path?






Sunday, October 2, 2011

send off.....

bury ourselves in this world then covet its breath
i fail the strength in me......then carry the rest
its all beside tumbling weeds, terrified with life......i work through the walls......
i grin back at messengers....
my work has yet to be done......and every bit of her is fun..
steer clear of the angles...branch off from the moon.....it digs inside of me
i tip toe through...

dying man...

the dying man arrives with shattered stepping stones
feet feel loose and lonely
walking away from hurt and pain paints a path
dig in...to it
re-balance the ground beneath....stone, earth saturated emotions....buried deep
a plant can no longer grow....where depths of sorrow were sewn
each glance towards unforgiving skies tilt and twist vision....its time to look down...again, and break the same ground
build a garden of love for yourself when nothing more exits...seeds need to see you extend towards light, whether you want or like it....dying man....please live again....

Saturday, October 1, 2011

tides...

ebb and flow within my own internal rhythm, floating forward, into you

a shore that sends nothing more than signatures, scored softly and casual

step away with the wind and hold a wanting hand out to sea......it beckons.......

messages with intention.....a lofty push off and "goodbye" float and spin me around, bottle my wishes and cast them away

i dive deep hoping for floor beneath

a purpose to place my naked feet

this surface of pain broke me and left a bottomless and drowned beach

awaiting, yet lacking sand, lacking life, lacking us...

out of air

i u turn towards an uncharted surface

my saturated energy gives glance at water stirring before batting and blurred eyes

waves above submerge my recordings from days spent as landlubber

those which....stare for direction amidst swells and mist.....

Friday, September 16, 2011

forgive me, my......

i deal with god...days, in time
i move my words
carefully
around its watchful eye
translation and catalog, will bring fear
of a pain
that punishes me
a punishment from inside
breaching the only true place to hide
me....
a powerlessness to this
surrounding tree
taller than eyes wish to see
soaking in dirt feels home
away from it, this, one, of all
this shining darkness veiled and false
setting into tomorrows love
that never comes

give us this place
so lifeless and same
drown us in ignorance
and burn your name
across
a cross
which marks our own graves

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

looking around

i roll each skyline and hang eyes up in lids, then wish to blink again

opening this pair of them, to something less piercing

a cavern....vision...starry...and deep....a blend of colors, love, 360 degrees, circular sends message...

i try to look beyond, yet remain before.....myself.....

past and present, full circle

guide the blind of me because i am...

i can step with faith in the fall of twilight......glow and grace my path....convince me...and i'll land...at least partial feet......can plant....

Speak and send this lookout, something to rely on....here...waiting and ready with intention...a flare, a fire, a mist a fog...give out, broadcast signals and let retna set in.........and on....then inform, group the effort but walk the line, all the same.......ghosts see it more and dont talk....we speak and try not to scare, however...we know we're there....bodies adhere, to this stage called a stoop...flys gather and couple.....might i be dead......alone...flying and shipping messages into my own face?  This unknown carrier is carrying the loft of my life away.......

Sunday, September 11, 2011

amongst them

write goodnight to your sweetheart and read letters beneath the fall of light

leaves that leave you.....the message among walls....fields and vision, between lines

separate lives........with pulse, the walkthrough is natures pride

today, the trees beat the sunset..with those barked in faces from bystanders, staring too long....trunk to sky...why we dont grow with such grace

take what seasons give...and not give into

each foot fought, branching out, laughed at...lat and long, knowing no home...tough through weather, gentle with rain...gracious of all...trees talk much more than we know....

Saturday, September 10, 2011

growing somewhere



you fell and left direction behind

blending with new words writing up towards your face

this tickle of life...felt more like the sting of a puzzle missing pieces....brace yourself for a vision...that paints more than face value

trip, twist, tear and dive, let the rhythm hit you

dig alive...a grave for future

this happy boy once lived, in the eye of a vibrant storm, breathing ease and feeling free of it all

walk this path within him...step outside and close closed doors.......

Monday, September 5, 2011

attempting to build


loving something to a point of burning chills and scalds....a moments momentum.....a brotherhood and mixture of all......we chant the same pain.....

flesh, bone and life....rake coals, across storied face....baring soul and flipping page by page...let the moon dream, then rip stars out....constellations tell a new way......

winds which lack patience...sails that float ideas..... push scratching, abandoned branches across stationary that once loved a fluid pen, answer your anger.......

our lives spit back with...dry subtle blinks leaving lashes to tell stories.and dropping not....easy to draft corners..touch us in.....each look fits lonely.....placing its space....build yourself into it...hello and goodbye my lofty little bird...take this memory...for the minutes we preserve......precious, they may become......

when you wake to an ending

this kingdom crowns your head without answer

tear us out together

sun, blesses and curses a fall for us all

i switch off to the death in my own life

i finally found my upper hand

when we welcome prey, accepting done

promise me and sprout this vision.......we will be a glance of words...letting our sun in and set our intention........forward or back....curvy roads still steer us....a notice that seems lost......eyes can cry no matter what....








Sunday, September 4, 2011

waltz with me

everything went black the moment my eyelids resurfaced and soaked up her face...she woke my spirit, in a somewhat violent way...she fevered my breath and beat my heart faster than i could manage, inside and instantly, she had her grip. Her name was Tessa, or so that was the stage name provided to me. i had been through a hell of a time in a relationship that wreaked havoc on my soul...so much so that i was now on the self destruction highway and i wasn't getting any speeding tickets....

i felt the ground tremor as her 6" stiletto heels pounded and pierced the phony wood tiles branding the stage....the glare from these sick plastic shoes brought wince to my eyes, but they regrouped and remained open and wide...quickly locking with hers and forging an incredible desire...

I understood the drill, with clientele, but something felt different when Ms. Tessa sat eagerly atop her bar stool seat, an effort, perhaps to meet....someone different and strange, not typical and maybe not that tame. Pumping with confidence from beers and...well, beers...I spoke outside my lines and laid ground for something I didn't even realize. The fact of the matter was this venue's product is fantasy, and fuck did I land on it's island in style. I had enough of enough, needed a vacation from my life and so...I wanted to buy land. The uneven, eco-unfriendly table nearly spilled our swill when one of us, or both of us posted elbows on it's surface..but Tessa's lashes never crossed over to cover her lovely, vibrant eyes...her portrait remained aglow.

After a short conversation i let her dance..and bury my mind, ditching away the shreds of life left, broken from the terror I relate to on any given day...this brought purpose and sound into a fading drum...the beat in my heart felt a rebirth. I began to feel ashamed at myself for following the fairy tail that this scene fosters, yet demons crept and crawled...and I scampered away....it all took hold.

i watched victims, suckered for money, pray for love...while each temptress talked their game and danced on top and over any sense of hope. Scared to acknowledge that I felt I was the same, a lost ship, sinking and rutterless, baring witness to this maiden, engaged in her own voyage....she drew me close with a different approach.........

Bending my limits enough, i intended to crawl away but the stubborn substance which kept me creeping along was forcing and forging a path without my enforced direction.....i knew I knew this woman from history and a life which ive passed through before.....

i fell for tears, i broke for sun, i sent letters off to no one.....i wanted to not exist and not trip into captivity but a sickened and weak man wants and wants again..

once the night laid its weary head to sleep, and my staggard, starry dream came to end, i slept vaguely and eventually awoke to a cauldron of thoughts, boiling the walls and spilling it all out to me......i needed to leave......not because of her but because of me.  I saw this eye with far reaching desire to love, something.  I could not refocus from this blur of thought.  The weak and albeit lacking beat in my heart poked fun at me.  I felt lost about walking away.  But as I turned this new story, my moments with Tessa remained at the surface and bookmarked pages of hope.....she had me.

a brilliant princess working the grounds of love, life and happiness...someone that knew pain and accepted others as they were deep within their own......this is how she carried herself......i will not know why....but she stood firm and focused energy upon me...at last, the rutterless grief-stricken vessel submerged....i sunk...

The days after were an attempt to push aside and forget what I had felt that night.  As drunk and dreamy as it all was, something stuck with me and all I could think about was, what if I were to see her again?  I shook this off in the mirror as I readied myself each day but there stood a shadow behind me...it was not looking away.

Life at home became even more stressful from this point on.  The discomfort between le' posa and I carried extra burden...for every time I looked at her I blanked out and placed Tessa inside the space I gazed through.

Possibly, days were spent...grinding my normal life back into place when it happened....a buzz deep within my pocket captured my attention....a number I was unfamiliar with posted its display...I answered and hurriedly skipped to the printer room where I worked......"hello?"  It was Ms.  Tessa.  The earth caved in that moment and a sensation carried itself with incredible volume, looking to release but bouncing back from my fingertips and toes was more energy than I could consume.  There she was, not in front of me physically, although it felt as much as that.  I nervous chuckle and numerous "yea..cool-s" later.......we were meeting for lunch next week.

Leading up to this day was a rugged trip.  Walking on egg shells as usual but they were far more fragile than days before.  I could not wait and did not know what to expect from Tessa.  A genuine and real encounter with her might take on new meaning and quite possibly be disappointing.  I tried to focus on the negative side of things in hopes to scare that mirror of shadows away...but a smile, deep in my heart left hope hovering within view.

I left work at my unusual hour....driving without much inside from another week, weak and empty.  The Green Dragon was meeting ground for Tessa and I.  I enjoyed this venue and its comfort seemed proper for a casual hello and perhaps goodbye.  I admit, this childlike imagination of mine drew stories of serial killings and rabid boyfriends hooked on meth hoping to rob for blow, but nothing was stopping me from this unknown.

I waltzed through the door then laid blanket with my eyes to the surroundings...she wasn't there...relief mixed with disappointment, something hard to believe but a mix worth noting.  I spoke inside my head with "oh well", then sat accordingly.  However, that is when she walked over to me...from a point bleached with sunlight....and that just figured....Tessa arrived...and dove into my life.

The instant glance of surprise spoke and we saw the same...."is this cool" headlight.....animals unsure of where they are....we saw blinded history.....but the visionaries, that we were....calmed.....we recognized that we actually planned to be there,together, from this planet that was just "out there". 

Lets talk and stroll through what just happened a short time ago.......a short time which held a strong and wide brush wanting an open canvas......

The fun was that uncertainty twisted common sense and we both were skating for balance in this situation.

.....till next time.......

.....which has arised.......

This deep wonder....which felt alive...escape and what I felt I deserved......Tessa seemed like she could mean so much more than I believed.....and my open heart,sent its response.  I couldn't look away from seeing her next to me,.my usual fidgeting and weird quirks saw pause.  I thought this could be.....wanted it to be....of a stander by....take a step  and  hang with what is inside ....blend with the eyes of  the world........walk this world,,,cause I said so, you know, said Id wander inside.  After hardship, between me and before....

Saturday, September 3, 2011

cover me

this blanket calls and causes tears...to fall...for the one in me, as each grasp holds firm to the wall aside......a blanket of life....

each drop is formed with meaning and, breaks open, spilling all of us.....i watched playful lives fill the streets and topple curbs, while wind sunk meaning into absurd...begone, have fun and talk about it yesterday....

i dig and forge deep, but my sweat and weakness barely allows my vacant footprint to plant......there is a loftiness when stepping on a stone that has clouds, above and below...

I bat my eyes, then wince at the sun.......tears fold my vision....i read my palm with a hope and desire......to anew myself......im gone...im left....behind, forgive and forget.......the power i feel sitting underneath this sun. these conversations with the moon, humble me...peel me...away, a tear, in my own fragile fabric........i die and watch the widow, that ive become........

Monday, August 8, 2011

rewinding time, in pieces...

our clocks wrote rhythm but we lacked time....seconds sought nothing...minutes left alone died....ticks of hands took us away, all of us...counted....into point,
it all fell and felt like faded ink, crossing off numbers wrapped in a subtle wrinkled scroll...

we took attempt to unravel and score a history but lessons unlearned cracked the glass and each hand steered differently, once wind had command....

hours were hurried and months met sand....time, seeping through the tiny lives left from fortress...pinching along, allowing our song.....gauges took notice and drifted as we did...

years of uncommon life seemed to yearn for the two that we wanted to be...after each, a separate pace started to breech...this rhythm, this interest, this love....the young nature between us read old and starved....

a decade decides fate, scared on the brink of this notion, i make amends and softly switch hands, reset innate rhythm and balance my ballast, dodge the pendulum and rebirth my breath...

Sunday, July 24, 2011

death was born in man...

her memory, slit vertically....both wrists, tear the end of skin... cursing a threshold.....

imagine irony of situation and speak through funeral rites, read deep through the ground focused heads...daily, dramatic and drawing of sword from a captive volume's chest..

bleeding into not...a phrase so sudden it drapes with death....curtains will lay....blood spills our stage.....

how far, above, i wrapped this tree, waiting for leaves written with answers to fall

just one call.....

as strong winds shake and twist, not a word escapes......the buried treasure deep in root is nothing but my own mystery......

people will break each other....spill spend and check each other....it will sting off and clip.....flail aside from us all..a draft......think of me......

Saturday, July 16, 2011

for uma...

thrown forward before settled down and into tradition...

taking leagues of breaths from lungs of others, gulping on an uncertain air..

eyes, certain.....placed well and unbending, looking forward...blinking and born with, a focus crossed in brave cross-hairs...sights set on a desire to peel apart and beyond...

wrap the world around and spin this vision...

a love for life is burning from her sunlit sky..this maidens eyes....how they pierce surrounding bystanders....yet capture each stagnant standing gaze....

as each foot touches ground there is excellence and a nature of love, a nature of yearning....a fragrance...above

let soil and seeds unite, build something, together...sincere in its blend...

if cries were told, this strong mother will take hold...and build a bridge of power and barrier...forcing out...the cold...

teeth scrape her mother tongue, with love, but a taste for something sweet, something new, contributes...toward an undying desire...to fold this borrowed map away and explore all of the earth...

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

our porch our dreams...

we sat in the moonlit air with not a care..world be gone within this moment, our moment, blanket our conversation, warm and floating...cover our knees with the salt of our minds...unearth the earth that we were scared of...

my desperate eyes..watch a lonely floor try to shine...with what polish the boards have left...im here for you, i miss our sit downs and feast of words...

I cant harbor my horrors anymore...this sickened messenger sends ripped and torn letters, broken in grammar, crumbled and bundled together....but i reflect, the damage they project.....folds of life feel tough and our seams dont match...

this lonely concrete stoop, stalks my memory and puts you back in a place...a place where i can kiss your face, breath across your lips, touch your hair and taste your existence...you, Sabrosa, i miss.....

Saturday, July 9, 2011

set me....settle me....

as i walked with sun begging me back, a heart, etched in bleeding concrete beat across my vision

i stepped aside and away, for fear a foot, might break...this heart of mine, in half, as it tears from sleeves edge...

after night falls and soaks into ground, a day will soon break....but time doesn't care

as the drenched darkness leaches into soil, a path weaves itself around resistance and a cause is called from the turmoil

seeds willing to stop...painful saturation...

the nights of dead, awaken and topple our dreams, check us in, and serialize our heads

the dance we waltz walks away from patterns...just draw and we will cross each and every wall of them...

coaching with deceit..delve into the front or back seat....matter of fact will happen

when she stole the precious in me i thought i showed too much faith

i fake an existence along a leaf which has fallen, whereas, the trees had my heart...breaking to leave..clip off, float away....land.... in some other day....

Monday, July 4, 2011

leaves.....

split in seconds...minute in moment...thresholds cusp and unwind..twist our hands and handle our living....we go back and forward....tears will drop but again, they bounce.....pavement..pears of love...draw life from it all...24 hours is less than we deserve......

Sunday, July 3, 2011

sincere

i broke apart and drew blood within......chanced existence which choked on hold, breath and suffocate..

close and cave in with ease....tears are foremost draping as blankets... but the curtain calls along scattered walls...

cast your message...bubble its surface.....

seared and sworn into silence

touch me...bear as witness...bleed my eyes, scrape, rip and burst open.......into the moonlit night light....

fear, a heavy freight........every turn burns and maps me into lines, drawn with care....each one will stare..among the unknown...

forge a path, curve with no one, waltz with sky and all its lies, bend bark and cripple crushed starlight......we sit and soaked before the keeper we named in faith.....left on this vessel with no seats....

floating atop our feet, drop off and blink....over and under empty lives..

Saturday, July 2, 2011

trust..

eyes that taste, and break open to a mouth forked in tongue, full of lungs braving beath......earing a rhythm and tapping toe, one that knows...

sand, soaked in sea, clouds captured, ensnared, beg for us...gasp for air

trust in this flavor called love.....

blanket your statement, bury your crest, cradle your confidence, confine your best..

blood can fill us and soak our skin....

can a decision be more....or...break the floor

im in mist...dancing on this dirty floor, soaking each dusts decision....which

sinks with my sin...begin...breath and break, my heart, into a piece that i might be able to swallow......

the taste is from the same burnt memory......do you remember me?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

victims...

i press my pain, away...into today...i force myself in a persistent way...press me again and send, my license into the end....expiration.

spin this brain, begin atop, break their speed, trip the stop.....

the red of this glow has me sunk, and below....it is the depth of the low and the peek in what one leaves, left to glow...minimal in contrast....

send me to absorb color and scheme, what will I mean? i draw from myself, structure, but empty hands build empty shelves....the burden in these empty shallows are depth heavy....

my reaching teeth, express themselves as righteous...but this is learned, taught abandoned then re-thought, re-grouped, bought....

let us dig beneath our feet, break our own bones....stare at scars, breath deep...surface into a beginning which bellows with end....

i am a wish a wash, a cloud over outstretched hands....something that should not be...something out of reach....

i thought i finally found peace, but i am in less than one....

i kept on missing with her but she connected with me...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

there and not

grace given in glance, back step behind the stage's face...i gawked and gazed, bleeding with romance...this curtain closes yet remains agape...eyes stare inside, im peeking through a thin filter. this is where i awake and take...in, all the light that seeps through windows opening my life....

the sun was one of us in a sky that we knew at one time....

i broke the scales, balancing the weight of my outside decisions and tipped temptation into nothingness..

i felt the weight weigh in on our balance.. it teetered over our line...barely breathing over the top and sticking between metered teeth..

I awoke to a dream bigger and below my humble starry eyed buzzy breeze....

she danced..and crossed my problems...with subtracting math, erase and negate....screams of anguish pass each test...

I saw an angel float with ease and tickle death, flat...force my face, share my grin.....ahead of time...

we are deepening well, into the unknown, a life, a fantasy, shallows should feel welcome.....

break, bust, and bear no more....rip shred and tear forward.....

fill me with words, bleed me again....start and finish me...over and over then send...me...away...lift my feet and float my freedom into the heavens....

i love how you picked me less.....

Friday, June 17, 2011

farewell...

sleep tonight, within vacant motion, victimless pasts, please, poor your soul...realize inseparable love...wake up with it all...clinch but don't synch your hands....mind this memory and marry its morrow...

feelings felt, inside of moments fading as dying daylight...yet still climbing into your closing eyes...

like a tree left alone, children glaring at branches just out of reach....to begin, ascent...a beginning moment, a growth, a stretch..for all that they want is to be taught...love and kindness...

stare behind your eyelids and pierce their walls, dig deep into nothingness walk the edge, then fall...know that ground does not exist, comfortable with the uncomfortable, fear not, that your fears, soon....shall become mist...

an evenings painting, hung crooked, tempting to fall...watch without reaction, believe it will stay walled...

wake with your dreams wisdom but tread paths with romance, balance and intention...you have a beauty that exceeds a warrant for mention...

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

silenced....

my last life was a scorcher...the lessons I failed to take forward brought pure torture....

twisting my temperament... tying esteem down, translating in tongues, tearing the ground.....away, from my feet, letting water flow beneath, shipping sand to my sails, causing all to sink.....

i tick abruptly and angry...sick to this bone, behold, i carry this load...lost and unfed....no choice but to fast.....

writing through the throat, boring a hole from words that burn to an end.....hence my forever silenced voice
a book, broken open, baring bloodied words which walk the page, spreading venom, voicing and melting, sinking my skin....with bleeding eyes causing a blind, I blend its meaning...with mine....

this burden of thought, which has brought me here....tears, peels, and penetrates, the weakness of my own pace, in life, lost, lonely and abound with emptiness....bent beliefs bow with the wind....failing to feel wisdom in life...

simple, same, sunken, and claim....

ideas, and feelings...forging paths, with no pass, an end, booked beyond, condensed below...

we flow, with watermark...which moves us along....page to page...however, this stains stationary, similar to how the lesser-thans will to remain...there is always a script...scribing to us...but often, we lose grip....

in the absence of fear, we can steer, from victim to sailing vessel...

Monday, June 13, 2011

the start to an end

bearing a bloodbath, subtract our math.....which molds the between us, fixing fixtures a fortune...blunt, beholden and possibly stolen....

we dig a grave and grant one wish....take it in stride and just dish...please help me feel, alive, again...befriend but spare a life worth living....left for forgiving..

lost in return....melt in this mass..rebuild to last...loving a memory married, marred and met with pain...i tick with the tock a cadence with clock......count us

sometimes......

decisions scoffed and scaffold from doubt......debating the delivery of dire situation...

we get what we get and wire the rest.......bend, break and behold......bearing soul to the brunt of this world

it takes some time to soak some....seriously....see and sever the pain...

Thursday, June 2, 2011

she kills

a religious mother, a preacher, a teacher, leaching her prayer...."if i die before i wake..." i'll fair just fine, dine with death and speak during my wake, in whatever afterlife i make....

a fable, used to cradle, feeble thinking and a flurry of blurred vision, pieces and ideas, fastened securely yet remaining weak from fiction......

a wax, a mold....best to forget.....each bystander's regret...paths, poured plastered and pathetic....lies...we die and buy for retry...

she talked to me out of fear for this dying i hide inside, but never felt what it feels like to fall from a tree limb and land...on everything i called on and held in my hands......as to who i am......i thought i saw what i was and where i had been...but i watched, as a witness..my end, which began to begin..again..and again and again...
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Friday, May 27, 2011

i bleed from above and scream from below, an angles no mercy for feet with no hold...I reach from a crooked limb and clinch this fist...sweeping for surrender, surely I'll miss..

its fabulous, that you find me fictitious....a figure famous, for a day and nothing more...a short last.....I'll, die like the past, and watch our words gather into history, a story worth not..

meanwhile.....settle me, into this earth....

soak my bones with wet soil, melt my skin, take these memories and see me thin...

Saturday, May 21, 2011

set sail

the ship swayed, away from dock...drawing sword, to strike forward...as guide to navigate.....her maiden voyage...she was pushed, puffed, and lastly......sent away. maps and compass readings bled data but each touch-point refused to expose destination.....forever at sea? forever at me? The internal and external questions were draping across an uncertain horizon. Is there no island miles and miles away, or will the sway continue to tear me away....my message, approached delivery....from a hand, open to a falling sky....floating through this life has brought me to a decision, think or be on the brink...the times Ive stood with an uneven keel have brought me to some form of level....by way of a bold flattened heel from which I manage to plant down. I see a place to place the weight sometimes but I fight the fight of a feeling which gives to giving in......if I give though....what might give back? Giving.....receiving...life at this pace, and place, I can dive with, I just need to face.

Monday, May 16, 2011

scratching my soul at river's edge

as I face this winding river, staring into it's rippled glaze, every bit of her sat atop the surface...a surface wrought with a feeble, creaking, and uncertain docking, that brought my feet to a shake.....they yearned to leap, yet managed to hold fast...while she projected, her face, in front.

an image, shot forth, from a wide angle lens, with clarity and focus...it re-shot memories.....both painful and slightly forgotten, but this engaged me.....the memories caused me to draw with sudden pause.....a scratching pen....it faded, softened...and simply stopped....the memory behind it's swipe started to take hold. I now know that my vision of her has changed, and behind my eyes, I have an embedded desire to review her complete soul in it's entirety.

A lost soul walks in patterns....patterns and paths, crossed with crossroads and switched with switchbacks that transition into...redundant beginnings and endings. Their beginning seems to blend with an end....people with this capacity, can feel pain, happiness, and desire....more than the common soul....so, to understand this, is foremost....a quest to make me whole....

Saturday, January 22, 2011

wishing through windows

i left life in the moment i wished i were someone else

someone else, who would stop wishing through windows, watching for eyes to stare into, yearning for a glimpse of something beautiful behind

someone without memories littered with loss, from messengers that dropped packages of painful emotions into their life with one simple toss

i managed to open everything as it arrived at my door, with open heart and passion...hoping for happiness inside, but as the paper tore...I saw its metaphor...and beneath the protective filler was emptiness....an emptiness greater than before

a water damaged wood frame, splitting open, gradually, like a heart unable to handle its pain, creating a channel allowing drops to trickle inside...but this rain, diluted with salt drowns my wishes and brings them....to a halt.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

for the lack of....

the still night has its grip....im lost, lonely, and within..

before a hand can pinch the knife and send its message....i watch the sky as it sends me..away..from
a spot and place.....forever be gone and forever replaced...

nothing means anything....any more....i simply sit, breath, and absorb the always present.....the static floor.......