Summed up by the light of the moon
we threw out the conclusion for love.
Our last days still flickering
on and off before my eyes
The woman had legs.
The room gasped when she entered.
The woman had hair.
Red curls past her shoulder.
Lips, eyes, and skin too.
The woman had assets.
But she was not mine, nor any others.
But I have my priorities straight.
Tonight was perfect.
i work late nights,
she comes into the store, scratching her eyebrows, searching for some item we may or may not have in stock
aisle by aisle
waiting for it to jump out at her.
so i went, and said
"Hey there, something i could help you find?"
she was just a customer, i was just doing my job
but the way those eyes met mine, i died.
on the inside
just a small amount,
but i could feel part of my frozen over heart
and hit the pit of my stomach.
she was looking for a string of holiday lights,
i knew just where they were.
i pictured her hanging them from the molding over her living room window.
standing on a step stool on her tip toes.
i don't know about the holidays
or muddling through a crawl space to find the last box of ornaments,
but i'd sure like to see those eyes on christmas tree.
i can hear it.
holiday love comes and goes
once she's rung up and out the door
the mistletoe's un hung
and my holiday spirits no more.
but her thighs told me otherwise.
a mask over her demeanor
so no one could realize,
the pain she bestowed
when drowning under water...
her eyes were timed like an
hourglass waiting for time to un-wine
her eyes told a story of grief,
disbelief, and that she needed some relief,
the darkness her eyes beheld,
were like the dark side of the moon.
she never cried, kept a smile on her face,
no one ever knew the secrets she consumed
her wrist had scars,
as deep as the ocean
the blood was running like
the water of a thousand potions.
i can admit i miss your presence,
your beautiful smile,
and how your aura glowed in the darkness.
i wish you never committed suicide that summer morning...
I am reclaimed by the earth
That does not judge me.
My waking days mark my entrance
Into the jaws of the snake
Where its tail conjoined with its mouth.
These footsteps in the sand:
Circular groove (we are all asleep)
Heads down, trudging
Blot out all dreams
Until the decicive act and the footprints
Lost in elegance our princes fly above
The dark continent
Above insomnia land
Caring from a distance
Blinked once these prism
Caught a glimpse through the
Clouds of vanity;
Just for an instant the umbilical
To go dancing in the
Belly of God.
Looked far in the night
For movement beyond the stars.
A great being hugged the stars
Like the Mother holds her children:
The moonlight interrupted by
A wing-curved tip;
Head bent to the Chalice to take
Pearl occlluded by the darkly-sweet
Tell me how to hold you
Tell me how to care
Please, confide in me
Your secrets wont you share?
Don't just walk away
I can see the pain in your eyes
Don't say you're okay
Stop feeding me lies
I see the way they treat you
You walk with your head hung low
You're sweating and you're shaking
You think I don't know?
I want to stop the hurting
I want to end your grief
You're not worthless
Trust in my belief
Your smile dazzles in any lighting
You're always gentle with your touch
You're amazing to me
I hope that's not too much
I want to make you happy
I want to make you dance
I want you to live
And this may be my last chance
Sing with me to the heavens
Let's close our eyes with prayer
And when I wake up tomorrow
I really hope you're there
His eyes pierced my soul
His crooked smile made my heart break
His hatred for life made me weak
He was like dark chocolate, a decadent need
He was everything I despised in a man
Arrogant, snide, rude and aggressively mean
He was beautiful, a sight to behold
He was everything and nothing all at once
He could sense weakness in everyone he would meet
His eyes were knowing and clouded
His disdain for people was attractive,
like the pull of gravity
He was the perfect fallen angel, scorned,
dark and vengeful
He pulled me into the darkness buried deep
within my heart
He made me fall like Lucifer to the black
His charm sucked me in, he was a sneaky
as a snake
He was all I ever wanted, the one thing
I didn't need
Temptation, however, never tasted so sweet.
my sister thought my mother
had died on her lap.
she walked to the bathroom;
inside that depthless hospital hotel.
the putrid smell of life and death
all through-out this concrete heaven
at the tender age of forty-four;
my mothers bones would
carry no more weight.
her gentle heart,
her forgiving mind,
her words so strong
they are forced out
by constricted wind-pipes
and angry words
i glanced down at the cot, where my mommy died
making contact with my mother's pale-blue eyes
she looked at me with the most helpless,
childish face I've ever seen. as if to say:
"he isn't here.. where is he...
where could he be?"
she lived thirty more minutes.
he arrived a few hours later, asking:
"how's she doin'?"
never take for granted,
someone's borrowed time.
With voice like honey and skin like silk
She beats the eggs and pours the milk
Wrestles the dog and empties the trash
She takes time to medicate small child's rash
Her blue eyes are weary and stressed from the day
With priestly reverence, kneels down to pray
Like gust of great wind, collapses and sighs
Tries not to let salty clear tears fill her eyes
With efforts unnoticed, she lays down to rest
So thank all your mothers, they do their jobs best
A kind of darkness, a profusion of red carnations create, pervades,
a suspicion raises its head, but reassurances pour in soon,
a happy day, bright with the light of the oppressing eyes
a secure place, troubleless sleep, a snooper awake for us, assures,
in the prevailing circumstances, happiness is this:
uneasiness, in serpentine coils sleeping with me, doesn't stir all night.
"Aren't all these outside the wall of democracy?" a doubt
that started raising its head unawares, is put quickly to a narcotic sleep.
Guards stand alert, with loaded guns, ready to face any security breach,
In a dream, that feels real, the gun of protection is pointed to my head
I am vexed; is he a rogue, has he gone insane or is he just fatigued?
Before he jumps out from the dream and pull the trigger, one raises the alarm,
when the whistle is blown, the squad of guards are in position,within a minute,
how efficient is our security! my! my!
"But guys, obviously there is some mistake, where do you take me and my buddies?"