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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