the moon won't fade while the sun burns
time won't stop while the world turns
wish i'd drown in self-believe
take on the world without any fear
of all the unknown
of the things that's been shown
when will i feel the hunger?
bereft of flame and fire inside, everywhere
i've been fearing fire
brought up inside a home
safe from the glare outside
how i hide
i'm always home
i tell myself
i'm invisible (invincible?)
i'm not the only one losing my senses
beneath the blanket, cold
where are the summer warmth i thought i'd stolen?
it's a lonely world
we've been locked inside these boxes
somewhere tomorrow, the taste of better lives
It was supposed to bring them all together,
It would keep them together and no one would forget.
But it ended up destroying them in the process,
He couldn't think straight and his vision was to complex.
He reached out to her but she withdrew,
He was angry and scary, her fear grew.
She hanged onto a friend she knew,
But as he saw it, his furry grew.
He wanted to go lay on a grey twisted path,
But he finally settled on the soft evening grass.
He got back up feeling much better,
He went inside and found them lying on a couch made of leather.
He broke down as he ran outside,
Another piece of his heart had already died.
It was after that night that things weren't the same,
The continents were being separated by an open flame.
It's done. Everything is over now,
He's trying to forget. As much as his mind will allow.
now i had a cousin named named Patrick
who had a lovely partner named Michael.
let me tell you, i did not believe in the myth of true love
until i saw the look in their eyes when they saw each other;
until i saw the way Michael looked at Patrick and the way Patrick looked back
with that tiny twinkle in the corner of his left eye.
naturally, i saw nothing wrong with the
situation. love is love and what they had was definitely
they had a beautiful wedding on a beach in France
and they both still call that day,
that moment the best moment of their entire lives.
all was well and the newly weds honeymooned
all throughout Europe and the world seemed at peace.
until, they got off the plane that landed them right in Houston, Texas.
they walked out of the terminal hand-in-hand,
some "aw"ed, some looked away in disgust, but one young man
threw a balloon full of paint of my dear friend Patrick and spat on Michael
as he yelled the word "faggots".
the new couple hadn't prepared themselves for this.
time continued to pass and they soon bought their
first house. a lovely little two-bedroom, 700 square foot home.
news quickly spread around the neighborhood of they new
"homo couple" down the street. one day,
Michael got home for work to find the garage
spray painted with blue ink reading, "God hates fags".
after hours of scrubbing away at the blue ink
that polluted the air, the couple finally learned a few rules.
they were not to show affection in public.
they were not to be open about their sexuality.
they were not to be themselves as long as someone else might see.
the years flew by and this love dwindled down to
the flame of that red glowing candle was put out.
years of avoiding public affections all for the fear
of being called a "faggot".
after three years of marriage the couple split.
claiming to no longer be in love, but they knew,
i knew, that they wanted to be in love.
they just didn't want to live in fear of being called the "F" word.
She tuned her conscience to a high frequency
Tall, handsome...with enough hard currency
I balanced through the tight rope with Tigers below
You wanted sleep, I brought matrass and pillow
I gave you sugar, I gave u glucose
Yet you are still looking for something sweet
I gave you fire, I gave you flame
And you are looking for heat
When people say women don't know
What they want,people think it's a myth
All my love entreaties went down the gutter
Impressing you was a basket full of water
Yet I'm a specimen of your requirements
But when I show up, you front
Women don't know what they want
Even if we make love in the river, under the rain
You will still want to be wet
If I give you brandy inside an elevator
You won't still be high
I will never rest
Until I sweep the Sahara
And mop the Atlantic
Even push Everest
You can never be impressed or happy
Because even in the midst of a feast
You will still be looking for what to eat
I wonder why
Yet you want a perfect guy
When you have me...
Just the thought of you
sends chills down my spine
reminds me of the one
who used to be mine
the one I adored
who then left
as my heart
lost it's glow
I'm still heavily drunk
on my intense thoughts
as I pour wine into my glass
taking sips as I think of the past
reminding myself of your eyes
the way they glanced at my face
thinking of your hands
how you explored my skin
with your fingertips
A flame that is now burnt out
but I'm still here
drunk on intense thoughts
As dear young children,
remember when we shared beliefs sitting on the swings?
and now on park benches, we find solace in the years the season brings.
Watching as the souls of the world live as kings,
when we were drunk on Halloween.
It was that night I realized what beauty was.
Our first night in the new apartment,
every room still empty.
We would get electricity tomorrow,
so we used candles.
I could see the mosaic glow of your face,
and it took me to a brand new place.
You were only wearing your underwear and my worn out sweater,
lying on the floor,
the floor that was covered in wine and scratch-offs.
The whispers of candles in the background.
My mind was wild, but now misused,
my eyes are a child that’s confused.
But my love will hold you when you’re sleeping,
and caress you when you’re weeping.
The season in your eyes,
it selectively identifies,
my face in the foam on the side of the glass,
right next to the episode of cries.
I only wish you were near me,
but you will never love me sincerely.
When will I escape these human emotions?
It feels like I only go through the motions.
Within that moment,
where the heated altercations wither away,
where the blazing screams end,
and the confessions really begin.
Where the funeral is quiet tears and melodic eulogies,
suppressed by the far cry of the brain,
filled with eternal apologies,
never to sustain.
Within his final thoughts before he hit the train.
Now we hold hands in a Eucharistic reunion,
only to steal our emotions from the young ones.
Every reflection of the light on the trees,
they taunt me with wonder and euphonic memories.
You won’t find a flame in my heart,
I've never been shown that part.
I’m a stranger to myself and that’s okay.
17th June 2013, 20:09
And now the sun seems as a sunflower of living flame
caught in a sky of limpid azure coolness;
flocks of white gulls sky-dance above shimmering horizons of forever
and the sea reflects it faithfully, in ripples of sparkling fire.
And now the sun sets like a pearl in a veil of moonbeams,
cloud-spun swathes of gossamer form her mantle;
Streaks of dove-grey cirrus glide slowly over skylines of umber
as sky fades to sea in a seamless turquoise haze.
To My Father
I wish I had never met you
because then you'd be a mirage,
an illusion I created, more handsome,
still absent, but valiant.
Brilliant. The mysterious
dark figure who rode off
on a white horse, the epic hero
who gave me
But, instead, you raised me
poorly, as if I were an extension of your
self-loathing. And it didn't work
and you left and I would rather
mourn your death than
eat dinner with you
It hurts the soul to be conceived
in hate, veins coursing with accidental
heredity, like the daughter of
a serial killer, worried
I am half you and it's my fault
and I am doomed.
You have been handed lies
like family heirlumes
and they are not your
weight to carry, you have to
give them back.
You are not your father, you do
not have his nose, you are not doomed
and history does not repeat itself.
Unlearn your childhood and
clear the slate. You need to be
un-nurtured, my dear.
You are beautiful and brave
and you change your circumstances.
You run like hell away
from anyone who dims
You protect yourself.
Space expedition to the sun!
A man cried out,
My eyes searched the crowd;
no one took a stand.
And just like a rocket,
up shot my eager hand!
Everyone said, "don't go!"
with deathly tones.
But how can I resist?
My heart does so love,
and through the stars!
Racing right through heaven;
Getting off on the sun,
Lounging in the heat,
letting my skin stretch till it stings,
in the flame.
Where no one dares,
I will go.
But don't worry,
I've got a round trip ticket home.
I remeber your touch
And the pain comes back
can we rewind time?
But I remind myself you are gone
You are begining to fade
Your sillhouete in my mind is vanishing
But the pain remains clear like a flame
Like the day you left
It burns in my chest
It hurts, it hurts
I am begining to fade
To dissapear in the pain
I am not myself
I lost myself
When I lost you.