My mommy went away
When I was seven years of age
She was but twenty three
She had no chance to truly be
The hate and greed inside a man
Took her from this mortal land
He took her life for seven dollars
He took from me my dear mother
The years went by, I grew older
Her case became colder and colder
Hope for justice was almost gone
When came the news, like a storm
They caught the bastard in 2012
Now he sits inside a cell
43 years since she died
43 years and I still cry
She is a mom like no other
She has a son that loves his mother
In memory of Mary Elaine
A friend of mine asks,
“Why do you only ever write about romance lately?”
Well, the answer is quite simple, really. It is because I have tasted it.
I tasted it when my eyes first drank the light from his grace when he stood tall above me
His saturnine windows called out to me behind flesh curtains whenever he spoke, ever asking me to join him in his ecstasy
He, from a distance, darted towards me and pressed our sides together—letting myself melt in the velveteen touch of fabric skin
There was a shower of momentary light that night but only his radiance did I bask in.
I tasted it in the heart of the stone city where usurpers of old stood on polished stone
The Bulwark’s adobe reach embraced our reverie as memories from sleep stories become reality
He, in the confines of that venerable fortress, made me vulnerable for I was secure in his arms
His fingers are in between my own like woven mithril unbreakable lest he broke its bond himself
It is in this kingdom of carven stone and handmade walls that he sang of ardor with a dragon’s petrifying gaze.
I tasted it in yuletide storms where men and women waged war with happiness and grief
When the armies of pain and suffering fell at our clasped hands and cheeks red from amorous verve you said you were to journey home
But you did not let go of my grasp
With me you remained and in your arms I stayed
As the bitter winds of bigoted mouths blew, as the fire from damnation is declared by self-righteous souls, we stood fast in the storm.
I tasted it when he said our love he could no longer endure
There we sat, on a tarnished vehicle, as the last of our love gave into rust
What is frightening to me peeked from his saturnine eyes and he closed his curtains shut for the downpour of despondency was to come
We flooded our façades and the rivers quaked our emotional integrity
He held my hand for one final chance before we ripped our wrappings forever apart and he kissed me tender
Our lips made love—like the first they ever met in weathered heat—for the last time.
I tasted it when I told him “Just do so, when your appetite roars to love me again,” and until now I am waiting.
So, why do I ever only write about romance lately?
Well, the reason is quite complicated, really. But–but it is because I’ve tasted it.
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I will not die for you
Woman fey of flesh and home,
I linger but to see you unfrock
The holy, set rogues to roam.
Why should I thus be consumed
In breath like coldest fire?
Shape of rising waterfalls
That state, I surely do not desire
The downy breasts, the runny skin,
Spark of cheek, notes of hair in shower,
The gliding step, the gusty tone,
Fools have died for much less a dower.
The lancing pools, the hemlock mien,
The highland sheen, the dawn-bird voice,
The Safire eye, over step of pyramid
Merlin gave Arthur a safer choice.
I will not drown for you,
Flood of hair, red as the lye
In parted Jordan, that sea, not me,
Shall pine as ever, slowly dying.
Your healing humors, your subtle sovereignty,
Your blood, noble as seven-seas are blue,
Little mirror who paints the sky,
Though nearly, I will not die for you.
I stumbled upon a skeleton,
Upon finding it. I picked it up and took it back home laying it on the table.
I stared long and hard at the dried up bones, letting my eyes wander up and down.
I grabbed a few blankets, anything I could find to compensate for everything that was missing.
Going out and about the streets getting everything I could to revive the skeleton.
Watching the bottom jaw drop and turn my direction.
A broken spirit that's long forgotten the touch of a generous hand.
A sudden change, watching a pale figure fill with color.
The time taken finding piece by piece, doing my best to stitch together all the fragments I found.
Watching it lay on the table, a full skeleton.
Now filled with flesh, play doe. Anything I could find.
I filled it with every essence of my dream girl, perfectly sculpting her face until perfection.
There wasn't anything superficial or vain about this, what I was attempting was creating love at first sight.
Accepting the good as well as the tragic misfortune of stumbling upon a skeleton.
Pacing back and forth at first then deciding to pick it up.
Dark holes filling the spaces where eyes use to be.
Going out finding different bits and pieces to fit a personality other than my own.
I grew excited at the very thought.
A happening, bonding with something other than myself.
It felt natural, feeling my thoughts roll off of my tongue.
My time was no longer my own.
Watching her slowly come back to life.
Filling her with a bit of my philosophy. My experiences.
I conversed while she lay there in silence.
Her eyebrow curved, Trying to make sense of everything that's going on.
She eventually began to move, she began to speak, filling me with her past experiences
Thoughts and ideas.
The more that time went on,
The more I became of her.
She noticed the subtle change of how quiet I became.
The will to want to do anything now gone.
Her face drooped over now staring at me with those deep dark spaces I have yet to fill.
Before I could ask what was wrong she revealed a dark truth about her past.
Correcting her face in the mirror.
She told me that she watched me pace back and forth, debating whether or not to leave her there.
That due to the curse that was placed on her, no matter what happens she will forever be a monster.
Devouring those that encounter her.
I pleaded that I meant to do her no harm, to no avail.
The damage was done
Love doesn't take two
I can love you all by myself
and I do...
Love doesn't take a million dollars
I can love you for free
but love is valuable...
Love doesn't take a lot of effort
I can love you easily
but it takes giving a part of yourself...
Love doesn't need a plan
I can love you with great spontaneity
but love takes passionate devotion...
Love doesn't require all your time
I can love you in the seconds of my day
but love takes a lifetime...
Have you ever felt like time just stopped?
Everyone is stuck to their spot
The sun is so hot but, its sunlight has been caught
Frozen in time, the heat is now mine
It burns and yearns to leap from my palm
As if a bomb that's ticking
But that fire is mine even if it's Time that I'm risking
Because time is irrelevant in this situation
All it is, is a frozen block
As if it were a wall of clocks, with hands unmoving, ticking...
Tick tock Tick tock
The constant sound it makes when it's counting down the seconds
Now there is nothing
No transactions occurring
I can see that man
Frozen in time
Paying for a purchase that he had made
Now there is nothing
No Pounds switching hands
This lack of transactions is quite concerning
But then the heat in my hands
It goes cold
It dies in my hand like a
Squirrel on the road
I look around me and see that everyone is awake and all time is in motion
First with the ocean and its waves so constant
And then with the commotion and emotion of the crowds, their nations unspoken
The beauty of time is that it is constantly changing
Forever in motion
There is no stagnation
When all you have is
Production with emotion
Destiny with personality
Human rationality deals in not reason
But only emotion
It's called devotion to ourselves
It's what keeps time moving forward
And leaves us in orbit...
Of each other
That is... Until we're Frozen in time again...
I ran to you with my heart bleeding
and held it out to you
begging for help--
you saw the dripping, oozing redness
slinking down between my fingers
and immediately grasped it
as gently as you could--
with your loving embrace
and soothed me with your warmth
and love and genuine concern
and began working
mending the rips and tears and holes
with your expertise
that was honed only
but what I now know
as genuine intent and love and care
and you kept working and working
determined to make it right
to fix this bleeding heart
to somehow repair
and restore it to pristine
and immaculate shape
so that I could continue on
and use it again and again
and never remember or feel
the depth and destruction,
that it once held within--
I stand here
my heart full of love
and back to almost new
and all I can do
is express my humble
and most appreciative gratitude
to one such as you...
As the Sun sets
On this day of Merry and Cheer,
I look back
taking note of all I have done this year.
Taking pride in the pain,
as my soul soaks in the rain.
Realizing who I am as a man,
finding reason in my means,
to the goal I have set at hand.
Every tear, cut, and scar-
I'd gladly dance with the Devil,
for you are worth it by far.
You, the girl I met so long ago,
my Angel of change,
who lifted me from so far below.
In just 16 days time, I'll be free.
Free from a mindset of pain,
to live as you have shown me to be.
You, are a treasure in a friend.
Woven from the purest of silk,
I, the beast of Sins to amend.
I'll prove you wrong,
that you are worth it,
just listen to my lips, hear my song.
I care for you, now until the end of days.
I've said it many times before
"Forever and Always."
She savored a savior as she tried to repent.
Spent time on her knees, spent time in retreat.
Entreatments for forgiveness, entreatments for relief.
Belief sometimes came hard, belief and faith would flee.
Bleed upon the cross, breed sorrow and sin.
In rapture, in stigmata, in tongues not her own,
she savored her savior, but she could never atone.
Stillness of breath,
stopped by the sight of you,
my beautiful Angel of Death.
Skin so cold, but a heart so warm.
Draped in a garment made of rose,
With each approach, I find a thorn.
I am distant, but feel so close
wanting to bleed more by your touch
scarring over with the life I chose.
A blood red gem in the dark,
you found me, built me up,
and now Cupids hit his mark.
Sipping venom, addicted to the sting
given me a goal in the pain
Filling me with a song I need to sing.
I say things not of this Earth,
angering you with stupidity,
because I fear losing your worth.
So hit me, instead of hating me.
I'm a martyr to the stubborn,
a catalyst for what insane could be.
I know one thing, I can say for sure
A poor boy to traveling Knight,
one day soon, I'll be lost in the crowd
just your average boy next door.