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?