Friday, November 29, 2013

silence...

my silence, from not seeing, not setting, not wanting my set, landing her direction, such weather calms the waves within my tongue... her swell falls, draws, the sand closer, grounds with my darkness in each of, and....every days end forecast.... my own possibility of catching a moon glowing down and surrounding my feeble sun....it has begun the speak of her motion stalls.......tides scrape bloody sand out to sea...gone.....yet aware... that watered and salty blood creates a new line...born from struggle...one strong...right...without riddle......

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

rhythm of life......

my loving lines....across eyes so gentle but hurting...loving for something...loving within them...loving for rhythm.....
I want to write you as a poem....soft, floating, desired, descriptive...sift, down through your own lines of sight, draft across your lips with my wanting light.....sink a beat from you into my heart...

left, falling..from your trees, as leaves...left to grow into ground...with hope to bring new life, up....then reground, regroup, land.... on steady, two feet....

something to walk softly and...well, why consider..lets.....stutter and just become runners towards stars we feel align....

should we leap, crash, land......plant my head...from such hungry hands, squeeze life from my starving heart...something, someone is unable to catch....

throw my love into the wind.....I wont rescind...something about you breathes me back in........my air, which unites, in rhythm, all within,  I cant explain...

catch me this night, or morrow......im left with a sunken stare, burdened with glow...from the sky I gaze towards........happenstance lies, and dances within your eyes...

drawn and happy with a draping mouth, down trodden hanging  hands such lacking in life...keeping me close.......weakend, weak in hand...our river soaked, bored and talking about...
this tree of which I wrote

it has begun to drown....limbs turn down and dip into the bottom of what once was .....quenching......long lost thirst....

nutrition...muddled with confusion and scarred rhyme.....the trunk has left bank...slogging into its memories...sludge is left as aftermath...caving into this flowing sorrow.....its foundation fails....

a piled up mess....ready to float, into the crooks with exposed roots....,meeting weary ends and bends that have yet to explain why..........lingering...on this path has wisdom.....its all in time....well worn life...what it asked for, what we can learn from...leaves......they leave...rivers...they re-route...water....loves to wander, a sky.....has stare towards no end...let these carry you....rhythm of life.........

Sunday, November 10, 2013

shine.....

i love the last rites we sung true, through.....
kinda wondering if this was you...
or is this my own due....
last breath...
a star which meets crashing death..
tomorrows crew...set to carry in cattle.....sweep the worn out grass...perhaps
i long and wonder at waters edge.....drowned, soggy knuckles crawl the sand up to...me..

i loved and stared of course, on course, much, more....troubled.....
this one....
sullen...
soul...
caught..
me.
just in time

she blinked in my time, she looked at what I found funny....a few steps before mine

the type of person...you wonder about

there remains this mystery about her and I...

which makes me sigh...

always lost inside...

her head, which, between our seams.....so small...and scrutinized....inside..........

Im unaware......

Saturday, October 26, 2013

reasons....

why i leave myself....i talk, and blur words as i combine my eyes then star-gaze at thoughts, lacking rhythm and context.....

i cant connect to what i know is before me...this future ahead...

the melody in my timing is simple and wonderful, melancholy and meaningful .....i question though, this mirror as it reflects me.....where does his image resonate from....

floating above, along.......the line of my sight straightens and slowly tips towards an approaching ground....

as the smell of soil works its way up to my breath.....i read a treasure hungry map....

tomorrow might not measure the same....for now, i vest my interest in what treads before me......

as the sun begins to set it discourages mine to rise...encouraged to burst, flatten, scorch....lay waste to the land ahead....this future in mine.....that is what the telling mirror said......god?

Sunday, September 8, 2013

....envelope ....

this letter had such wings....for what it became....such ramble, such worn flesh........
i barely blink before rhythm rifles through emotions far and.....away....something someone only wants, when they yearn to be spelled out to....
feathers are wanting to ruffle but there seems to be nothing more than a downward spiral...as if strapped together....
im biting down, as each day, grants, its pass.....a look ahead just warrants my stare...common and lovely with itself but common kills my head
the bloody lies of a killer...feel the same to me....searching for the mark, which makes me a man....why lie and froth amongst my thoughts....
so hard to leave or step outside one's self.....jumping back into loathing is so vicious......a vile current lost from hope and starved.....


Monday, August 5, 2013

set me aside you...

tell me how the sun inside you sets
i woke today and 
blinked in disbelief, 
every bit of the world above took my lopsided thoughts, shook them up and made me look at, my worry....one that was because of humble vision...Im so small here, in this space...
the master came with a burning sun and stoic, dark moon........my stare became much more than blank notes....far from flat...the ring seems deep and rhymes reap the stairs we walk...
i was told with command, shook hands, silenced by the trees which swayed atop my feeble toes ... head, chest and foot...completing my still motion

believe that i woke up today and stepped across your landscape....
i laughed around for a rhythm and found your name
few words.....sentences were barely as  much....every  sign comes from my looking for someone who can turn their head and carry on, 
float along........tomorrow...and today...........im staring into you.......

the time.......the words.....the sign..........death seems to be there in the inbetweens...between the making of us which fell apart...

but we catch up when the sun says hello...........looking at you kid.....i love what i forget to include............

rescue me...

rescue me....i long for a life taller and along...setting suns where, as they blink, they marry moons
eclipse something like tomorrow, talk tall, listen to tales tell, create fairy tales and open mystery in me too soon...the wrong way and dark path of which I watch
casts the world before, a bit of me.... 
signatures word themselves with such harmony.........blood walks...blood ties us together..this reminder of yesterday....tomorrow, stings.....today, oh yes, her blood sings......bleeding for all you live for.....

the page...

the page, 
a pulse, a blot of worry, just that, today...talking a bad, hurried rhythm to bed
worrying with my hands air bound as they turn to the big wanting sky ... a book, catalog my blood-lorn soul..partnered with your look...far and away from me...
so many readers...words too much for staring eyes...volume is voice for the chapter not meant for me
i wont read your words when the one page, crisp and harmful....bluffs me along
sins and pain fill my tongue but remain my song.....
this voice told the world and i fell for it all...leaves believe my words...I thought today rose  and shared a color of sorts
our name...tomorrow i feel your feet....i bow my head i guess....looking down...

somewhere i loved you....now im left along my words....touching but left for dead....im that
to you...a mark...historic blemish.........spirit, flush, a flight...sometimes i worked for you and was real....today...im nothing

Sunday, June 9, 2013

reading the sky.......

i began this book...a day or year ago....
the loss of time seems so sad and telling about myself, the lies....ones which make me lazy...
my fingers met current...different direction....floating off into meander...

i tried to bury beneath these humble, loose thumbings...rumble, shake, disturb and find myself amidst it all....shelves lost, dusty memories...

what walks from my eyes, my sky...a taste for tomorrow...it builds from today.....
the pattern i fail on, plants a new letter and creates......words....a bulk that might perish, fall, and become what I had hoped they would not...

seeds tell me to tell myself the reason......the bark that I've lost in my voice.....This day....I need to know...I should talk to myself more.....

at least for once......out across a dead land and wanting to understand...but I know the rhyme seems to rattle and its very own trees cackle amongst each other....never an unwavering branch....hands start to close after agreed time.....

i know im off in a space...alone and wandering.....still.......hear my every look at your heartbeat.....my eyes saw inside yours and something made me believe we were true..

each blink talks a story about you...your affect on me........thanks for all the yesterdays...
tomorrow I hope to smile again.......

Thursday, June 6, 2013

stalk...

the Stalker which walks my blood, drips the life from my eyes, beats my heart open and floods into a garden of misery and terror....

so dark is this demon which tortures me....angry and threatening while it remains entrapped....why not trample this pulse in my tiny eyes... while I blink and spill the blood caused by another's lies....I fever to rise, beyond and above this painful swell, swallowing my time in waste...

today tells me such sorrow, tomorrow remains today's equal....

a simple hand...broken...mangled and shaking in the sun as I stare across the crooked fingers of us....i loved once but what became of me?

a blanket marked and scored with saddened, striking words....

Thursday, May 30, 2013

weathering among my thoughts....

days start so young...yet, then, turn old and about something else
the different air is felt....new days wont begin until the dark, old moon escapes its shadows again
turning air against itself and bleeding black along the clouds, the clock ticks its time and something happens in-between....i so wish to know
every bit of the world which I call here and now just draws a glance....working against the start which was in fact, quite young, daring and star driven....such dance...
one of grace, one of of loving...everything above me matters...not a call to god, simply myself....I miss this person...I know I exist...

lost and looking for you...

i loved your eyes each time they just checked into my life
i saw you each time mine opened
you broke my jaw into a drop and where you came from was a look at my heart
i felt love for the beginning of a first time
a disbelief of truth, trust and hope for memories
i talked to you before we even happened
your stories painted down my face
i knew all this about you....in a simple glance