I teaspoon teardrops into a glass vase
Magnifying my soft whimpers
These flowers wilt and die
For nothing can flourish on sadness
As the vase fills up with emptiness
Reaching the breaking point
It begins to bubble on the brim
Catching your eye
Moments before my tears
Flood the tabletop
I feel yours hands grip firmly
Around the base, holding tight
Straining to keep the pieces together
As you watch your vase shatter
Into a million pieces
Teardrops falling at your feet
You let go,
And leave the broken pieces of me
For someone else to clean up
I’ve cried a lot since last we’ve met
These feelings for you, I can’t forget
Yet all but one, of those tears shed
I did for you, my long lost friend
The one in question, it was for me
The first time I had ever, set it free
The martyr in me must have slept
For in my soul I’d finally crept
And for the first time in this all
My selfishness stood strong and tall
The pain I felt, It was for me
Finally having set it free
Though my pity, I do despise
The wisdom in it, I recognize
Though I still weep, to honor you
In heart of hearts, I know what’s true
I do forgive but I can’t forget
My feelings conflict but I can’t regret
With pain in heart, and tear in eye
I walk away and say goodbye
Hoping for you, the best of days
And for myself, I’ll find my way
I always do.
It seems only yesterday we shared a common vision and goal for the future.
A life spent together filled with love, hope and promise.
You'd crept into my life unexpected, laid foundations & branded my heart.
And in the blink of an eye, a slight stumble in our step, it was gone.
And just as quickly, without warning another person slipped into my place.
I've watched and wept to see you share that life full of hope, promise and love with another.
I wonder and marvel at the shallow depth of your commitment
While I marvel and wonder at the depth of mine.
A desiccated brown leaf remembering greener days, summersaults stem over end into the exposed cold dirt softened somewhat in demeanor by the grass and radiant shafts
The geese and ducks squawk and honk in the distance
Congratulating each other for the day's richness
and the way the sun feels on their proud beaks
glinting off the water in its way
a shimmering band
A princely golden carpet forever unrolling and yet complete
The sun's spindle weaves gems of light into a gossamer web laid glittering across the water
A vision for Moses
who saw the true path through the sea
Fireworks Forever exploding sunlight
Gifted to the eye on clear liquid canvas
The wind ripples the waves
wrinkles pushed along
foaming in the sand
on the grainy cheek
Star Flashes Communicating ancient patterns
Secrets of Existence Coming in Morse code, Fibonacci Sequencing,
Sacred Geometry in Twinkling Motion
Individual explosions blinking on a natural switchboard
Telling the architectural answer
Manifesting the blueprint
to only every reason why
The Last Leaf sings in the Breeze, swinging
Flashing champagne pearls of desire
in your wanting grin,
A bed of roses fall on to the sheets
from your ordinary mouth,
I find romance laced in your rough discarding of
my fabric shrouds and insecurities.
understanding in delicate gestures of sentiments
in your wide sweeping lusty eyes
hoards of passion described
in your grasping of my soft flesh to hardening
deducing wondrous compliments
tangled with pert nuances in your hardness
Finding warmth and comfort wrapped
In your loving vice locked eye to eye
I find your soul sprouting words of ardorous poetry
in the soft languages of our making love.
vagrant dreams of vacancy
emptied hive of mind
wanderlust plays with me
found a diamond in his eye
play for free, lose for free
"this life is such a bust"
play for free, win for free
the mania of lust.
vagrant dreams of place of me
a fear of bolted heights
at any hour the view is clear
of life's eternal light.
win for free, with the right
hands holding you up high
you will not sink for more than a minute
take a lesson and run with it,
Ankhcestors are a callin
Information they be storin
Planted in my mind so deep
Some of it gets awakened when you sleep
DMT the substance of the one eye
Sending out pulsating vibrations of chi
Find the balance and set your mind free
Become as still as a statue
And abiding to change as a tree
Wrapped in plastic
Capped in brass
All it takes is a tap
To hear my blast
My mind eye
Like a shotgun’s spread
Wide, and devastating
My balls like buckshot
No words are left
To explain how I feel
But I do know this
That I will not yield
I will not kneel
I know not why I started fighting
But I know why I keep fighting
I may not be precise
I may not be new
I am of not the chosen few
But I can pay what is due
in the end my might will show through
give me a book to write in
that no one could ever read.
blank pages, colored thoughts, metallic ideas;
translated and expressed in hieroglyphics.
symbols scattered across every page
in perfect disarray.
to the human eye it would seem unfamiliar.
"take a step back"
up close, each character,
down to its single stroke,
points in every direction.
in the grand scheme of it all
they collectively indicate the same intimation.
their focus is adhered to depths alive beyond the pages
that cradle their origins.
secrets, lies, truths,
minor corrections and surface ideals,
nothing remains the same.
a constant shift around the outer layer of certainty.
almost a dance without melody,
as if to be praising the sun for rising another morning.
this book is a mirror that disregards material,
grabs us by the light
and drags us through our own facade,
but we cannot read it.
our only objective is to write it.
do you understand?
On monochrome highways I chase your dreamcoat encapsulated body.
I’ll swallow you like codeine, soothing the cuts serrated words left on my esophagus.
With stolen wine, embittered lips, naked naked naked blindness, we are gasping for carbon dioxide,
screaming never leave, please don’t leave. You direct the moon of your eye into my light-starved system.
And then come morning, run your hands along my gilded wrists, chip away the paint, it falls into molehills on beaten wooden floors.
Let your teeth grow crooked because you hate the straight and narrow.
Pick at your scabs, create redness you swear is moonburn.
Speak in banalities, cross your heart, my eyes, and swear you don’t.
Graffiti yourself in rainbows unless someone ventures into your venn diagram borders in which case drape yourself in blackness, like that one angsty midnight you suffered through.
Maybe ebony will then be enough, maybe you’ll finally be art, maybe you can hang yourself on the walls of museums, maybe you’ll be praised and detractors can not see through shut eyes.
Trademark yourself and I promise I won’t become tangled in your legalities.
I’ll just tangle my hair in your fingers when the oxygen goes sour in my own bedroom and I want to be wanted.