I ride higher
Than your suicides
You write:  

Take me back,
I’m sweetly reminiscing of
Solar wings embracing
celestial winds
Sunsets of broken chords
Summer's shattered sword
Winter’s ornery
Jaded blue jays
Gray's vacant face

I salute your honesty
But blisters wrought on
A calloused heart
Cuts deeper
Than the oceans' void

Let me sleep whimsically
With rotten melodies
To keep me from
Changing the tone of
My stuttering dreams

But,
Soft, teeth speak
Like broken branches
On dilapidated trees

And
I’d spend
Eternity
In the chime of your
White fire voice

Or
Those olive green
Teasing eyes
Keeping me sheepishly serene
Whirling
Weaving
Into a timid peace  
  
Yet our
Crashing
Tongues slam
Into sour Suns
Swallowing the seams
of interconnectivity
Scattering liquid beams
of entropy

I forget those days we
Wasted on the morbid
Memories

Mama I've done wrong
Did it again
Swallowed the red sun and burnt my tongue
Now I talk in caustic prose
As I watch precious friends erode into stories that were once told
Missing the elastic howls that died in the sweet summer time,
our mellow procrastination that became an erratic fascination,
hopeless meandering in the forest grove
where we found Cherub rock and communicated in implicit thoughts
Merely stowed memories in a paper boat
Drifting towards a somber moat
formed from the friction of  splintered convictions

The chords of thunder roar
Black clouds of war wash ashore
It's time to fall on my own sword

Where go thee traveler, trailing in broken shadows?

Just another poet wandering down a mischievous path of deceit and beguiles.
Who be thee? Another shattered soul sauntering in denial?

Carry a name I do not, but you may call me whatever comes to your thoughts.

Cassandra. Deliverer of delight and heavenly sight, but caustic to those who try to consume her with the allure of night.

Cursory charm, a daring attempt to overtake the apex of my harnessed heart.

My penchant roars with a persistence that never rests!
Audacious lips of mine will eclipse your eyes as deep as an ocean and dark as wine.
Let our shadows combine, our fate intertwine to capture a moment of the divine.

Arrhythmic and blind your love needs redesign!
Otherwise I'll become another infatuation lost in time.

Here I stand austere without effrontery to burden our affair. What is it you'll have me declare?

First follow me into the infinite abyss.

What after I plunge into the nebulous mist?

Our hands we'll share in the company of crescent stares

The shouting face of the sea
Ravages rocks on the toes of the beach
Seashells glued to glass
laminate the reflecting rays of the baking sun  
A pebble preaches to a mountain
Underneath an electric dream
Galvanize my heart,
It needs a jump-start
Stuck in a frozen tundra of fallacy
Chasing broken tragedies
I told her
I tried
Nothing seems to change the mind
So I guess I’ll have to lie
Praying a lion’s smile
captures her immaculate eyes
But my summer’s luck lacks the ability to clear cloudy skies
Now I am alone in a misty meadow
With taciturn trees
Yet you were like the warm belly of a manatee
And I was a calloused heart  hoping for a remedy

Slippery insanity careens through marble forests,  
trained insurgents capture dragon flies
grinding them up for pixie dust,
cowards siphon rain drops from entangled subatomic particles
inscribing hopeless anecdotes for economical tyranny,
bloated bumble bees bomb pearl harbor,
golden harps sprout wings chasing lost lovers
nourishing their insipid dreams,
homophobes parade nude inside sinking ships,
graveyards sneeze showers of formaldehyde,
nature's chemical cathedrals synthesize
the eleven dimensions of space and time,
summer's daughter bathes in autumn's waters
a myriad of memories engraved in the brain's tissues
trace the tapestry of neural plasticity
Prometheus's pollution and the alchemist's sunset

Neptune's core collapses
Splintered diamonds descend in stabbing fashion

Sleepy knives pass silently through the night
Casting shadows in the caliginous moon light

Stitched spiderwebs glisten across autumn's equinox
Discordant thought raptures in a Gordian knot

The symmetry of entropy plots its course
The universe resets its clock

Love, the toothpicks that built the architecture to my suicide
Sex, the physical affliction my body hungers
Hate, what swells inside and comes alive when I'm drowning in lies
Time, I wish to slit that bitch's wrists and stop the fleeting chase of experience
Space, where everything goes numb
Life, impatiently awaits death
Death, the only thing that makes sense

To whom it may concern
The toils and burdens my soul upturns
Burns insipid valleys in her earthly world
I am the pronouced hate
Invigorating the vapid sensation
So plastically waiting to commensurate
Residing in the bowels of God my stitched fate
Defecates the defective path, one day we all must take
Smite the plight purging these devilish urges?
Or rage the plague until the roots of life are twisted with screeching decay?
Either way death always stares one dead in the face
And yet it is I who carries the torch to light your funeral dirge

A stranger in atrophy, cringing bleak teeth
Erratic Discordian defeat

His reality painted in dismal dreams
A palette of cacophony

Nailed to shadows under his feet
Swallowed by lingering tears trapped in time's tyranny

Constrained to a chaotic labyrinth
Meandering in the shell of the mind

Anchored to the subtle precepts of the past
This phantom universe slips from his grasp

Oh Great American Pioneers
Is there nothing more we hunger to discover?
Is there no longer a thrill to explore, unravel, or  seek?
What happened to the inclination
of chasing curious mysteries in the ubiquitous abyss
Revealing uncharted geography
Tasting foreign experiences
Lost in fecund meandering

Our puzzles cannot possibly be complete
There will always be an abundance of missing pieces
So set out and search for these conundrums
Break free from the mainstream recluse state of defeat
Or be content with T.V. dinners and two hour showers
Dreaming about what you could have been

I loathe this monotonous behavior
Stop being an unconscious participator
Escape your hostage environment
Become the instigator

The death of the pioneer is what I mourn
The dead American dream is how I was born

There is a Cheshire cat with a nefarious nose ring
Who lashes berating riddles, and vernacular that’ll make you cringe
He slithers through abandoned shadows
On dilapidated gravel, and bears a deathly sickle grin
Enticing as he may be, he only wishes to deceive
So be wary of his beguiles, they are hidden underneath his symmetrical smile
Nor give in to the plastic prophecies he preaches
Nothing he teaches will stitch meaning into your ambiguities
For he enslaves your sorrows and siphons your dreams
Leaving you asphyxiated in catatonic screams

You are
The most marvelous marmalade
masquerading
in a jar of jelly
let me
run my fingers through
and get sticky
with your confetti

Beauty and life is jubilant at every sight
But I seem to be discontent
My hasty heart is empty searching to reign supreme in the first lover's eyes I meet
An affectionate gaze is all I need to extinguish this insatiable grief  
So I observe patiently with lingering love coursing through my sanguine blood
But I feel as though potential lovers perceive me as a facade
Merely passing through me like an apathetic mirage
I try to captivate them with enchanting words
But they flutter and dissolve without a magnitude of concern
Leaving me feeling as blank as these walls, wishing to transpire into an alluring waterfall
Inanimate and free
No more lost causes and awkward pauses
Just a flowing force careening with no set course
But instead I'm lost dreaming with my pen
Wishing, hoping, the courage of love will let me in

Drowning in placid dreams
Stagnant and stale, though fleeting and frail
the prevailing conditions of my premonitions
Are harbored by betrayal
The sword unsheathed
Malice and pale
Stained somber silhouettes
unveiling what was to entail

This is my disposition
It rises like a sail
caressing the wind
I take a breath
Blowing away my travails

Righteous and cunning
Her wings were stunning
Fondling my imagination she seeped into my salvation
but hasty anticipation toppled the torrid sensation  
Awkward we lapsed
into hardened silence
Shedding passive violence

This is my disposition
The love we shared
beared burdens of despair
But we didn't care

Belligerent and blind
Your lips stumbled toward mine
Our tongues intertwined
Tearing stars out the sky
We stole the night
  
This is my disposition
The cold blue air exchanged
An ensemble of rusty winds
The abyss replacing our forgotten names

Adalae Tarafay
A muse a guile
a quivering smile
with dimples that
ripple making life
so simple
Adalae Tarafay
Wild and proud
she hovers like
a warm cloud
emanating sunshine
were ever she is found
Adalae Tarafay
The epitome of life
her words resonate like
the auroras boreales
at night
Adalae Tarafay
The path you laid, feel free to stray
because reality is only shades of gray
so live your life like a warrior poet
and live it the way you wrote it

With rain covered kisses, transforming my placid wishes
I can't pretend
I'm ready to fuck you like space and time is about to end
So as I transcend my byzantine brain beyond the bend
My heart starts beating like a gong,
Both, high above the throng
You in that turquoise thong
The crescendo in my gaze,
A potent phase coalescing our erotic rage  
My tongue sinks into your supple skin
No longer can we play this subtle game,
A salacious urge pulsates through our veins
Bare our bodies blossom raw,  hypnotized in lucid awe
We connect like naked puzzle pieces
Our navels entrenched in a holy bliss
Arranged as mirror images
Our corresponding parts catalyze the chemical kiss

My name is Pablo Cervantes
But you can call me Quinton Saint Clair
I’m something rare like turquoise tangerines
Or crystal cathedrals and blistering sunbeams,
My stare is a raw gaze full of awe like ocean’s dawn
I ride bareback on polar bears in the dead Alaskan air
Slay undead corpses, a tantalizing career  
Drink the tears of Jesus to make life clear  
Eat waterfalls for breakfast, mountains for lunch, and last, but not least I feast on shooting stars before I go to sleep
Just call me Quinton Saint Clair savior of all quintessential affairs

Enraptured in a façade
It’s the mirage that I am God
The question is not my sense of direction
But the of stale afterthoughts guiding an unknown dimension
Spraying down like lightening, glistening arced and frightening,
The power to transform the tranquil will of my wisdom lingers in the distance
Breathe that hope of remedy
Speaking with melody  
Today the time is always now
Go forth
Tear down these deplorable walls
For what remains will forever stay the same
So while your stolidly masquerading with the absurd and obscene
My backseat dreams come complete with no buttons or seams
Go forth
Congeal that essence of being
And burn the blinding veneer
The burden can no longer drive our fear

I'll be your Sartre
Be my De Beauvoir
Together well make a pact
Never to leave each others hearts
Though barriers will drive us apart
I won't disappear like an ephemeral mark
Instead I'll have Apollo conjure you a magic harp
To play you sweet melodies when we have to depart

Your my glittering madness, hold me tight while you obliterate my sadness
Quell the white asylum scream that fills my vacant dreams
Flood the floors of my imagination with ubiquitous gleam