Dig your teeth from out of the street.
Stumble back to your feet, boy, you aint finished yet.
The more we fall, the harder these callouses grow from crawling on all fours across coarse, crumbling asphalt; sprawled out like spider legs. Desperate to seem larger than life deemed fit. And we fall so hard. You can tell by the fine collection of scars forming constellations across our elbows and knees as if to say, "Look, we bleed so much like sky, why wouldn’t we believe that we could defy gravity?" Yet, come Sunday, we’re always convinced that flying will come naturally so, naturally, we fall again from the tops of tall buildings.
The harder we fall, the greater the impression we make upon the Earth. That’s the Looney Tunes lesson we are hellbent to learn as children from Saturday morning cartoons, and even here, with the wind rushing past our ears, we question how Wiley Coyote could ever be so fucking stubborn.
But these days a friend teaches me my grown-up, penny pinching lessons with wishing well thoughts about how I should slow down. He says, “you’re a snail with Nascar aspirations--obsessed with the novelty of speed, ignoring how your anatomy isn’t meant to move so quickly.” He says, “Everyone knows you’re a sucker for a pretty face and a sundress.” And I know I’m just being defensive, but his advice strikes me as off-putting as an Ed Hardy t-shirt when it dawns on me that he wears his knowledge like a bad fashion statement but did he ever even know what the rhythm in my pace meant? I’m not the kind to stand still and see where the train stops, I’m a freight-hopper without a destination. When excited, I speak faster like some love-child of candlestick and dynamite: Ignited. Spitting sparks from both burning ends. I know I’m primed for disaster, but I’d rather shatter and burst open than fracture and spend every morning after holding those cracks together; believing that a little glue is sufficient to convince the next bargain bin buyer to cradle me that I’m not broken.
Let me rather be particle matter. Let me be braille for the breeze. I have no doubt that day will come eventually. But not today. Today, I find Grace in reanimation, and if they say Grace is the face of God, then I’ll practice my best Christ impression and rise again from this human shaped crater like the world’s least intimidating zombie apocalypse. I’ll bless my eyes blind with crosses tilted off-kilter like dead cartoons do because on Saturday mornings they’re always reborn with epiphanies sprouted like angel wings and I imagine, come Sunday, they’ve somehow mastered the art of flying.
taste of salt air and nectar'd apricot brandy
musky scent of silken satin sheet'd sin
lips bruised of unfurled ecstasy
coral fire in the loins ignited rapturous essence
eyes glistening in the moment of a little death
soul of a poet on the edge of reflective verse
once chosen surrender in zest's soulful unveiling
blithely trapped stargazing unto eternity's sublimity
To my dear —,
I couldnt sleep last night or focus at all today because I feel it's actually over between us.
I'm not bitter or angry or disappointed anymore because I truly believe and know what we had was real.
Even if it was a long shot away.
With every odd
and with every statistic against us.
We still fought hard,
we fought gallantly.
— if in some distant place in the near or far future we get a chance to actually see each other with our new lives..
I know deep down inside
I will smile at you with the same
smile I always had when I did see you.
will continue to race and beat stronger with joy and I'll remember how we spent our days together, learning from each other,
learning about each other,
confiding our deepest secrets together
and growing in more and more in love.
Your love was my best love,
for it somehow awakened my
soul that was in a deep slumber
and you made me reach for more everyday.
Oh, I remember the first day,
the very first day..
You ignited a fire deep inside my heart that burned with true
to my mind and soul.
That's what you've given me
and that's what
I wish I could of gave back to you.
I wish you all the best now and in the future,
I hope you become everything I know you can be. You are one
I am glad I had the privilege to be in your life.
I'm sorry my passion and my inability to choose to settle drove us apart,
you will always be in my memories,
our days.. though short will be with me always.
I hope you find someone who makes you
that can and will give you everything you want. You deserve nothing but the very absolute best and I want you for me,
as my last favor to believe in what I've told you.
To carry on each day stronger than the last.
Even though I won't know where you are,
or what you're doing...
I'll always know you'll be okay.
I love you,
and I really wish I could say this again and have the next morning with you but here it goes:
I'll be seeing you,
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places..
I'll be seeing you.
- Yours Now, Later and Always, Tony
I'm too drunk off the air
Rolling out of your mouth
And the space between your lips.
I'm too drunk off the anticipation
My eyes receive as they
Only know the language of
The silence bleeding
From your dried lips.
I'm too drunk off the thoughts
I am making up
In hopes that the words about
To part from your lips,
Will grow me wings.
I'm too drunk off the sigh
Being the only thing
Resurrected from our past together
Out of your lungs
...is that all that is ignited from our past?
So say something...
Before I become an alcoholic
On your stillness
Forever clinging to your
Promising me emptiness.
I should have known the moment you said you loved me.
I should have known the minute you came and betrayed me.
I thought I knew you - that proved wrong.
I thought I could love you - that proved false.
I thought our passion, was an ignited flame.
But no... You
But worst of all, you left me with shattered pieces.
Wallowed in a waste land
Untruth and forced dreams
Hallowed in the common man
He followed what he seen
Assumed to be abused
The fire inside him
Decidedly beside him
He's residing inside us
In the dust of life
Where ignited is the signage
Where his blight is confiding
In moonless nights
The fighter inside him
With wrongs making rights
And it's alright
Never to song
Longing for the knife
For the hype
I woke up this morning happy,
Smiling cause I dreamt of you.
This will probably sound a bit sappy,
But that dream showed me something I knew.
Dancing in the summer sun,
In a rainbow of people and color.
We twirled around and we spun,
Like in this world there wasn't another.
Free from your parent's strict rule,
Your true self showed to me.
You were carefree and a happy fool,
We could be together and be free.
You stopped to hold me close,
And went in for my lips.
This is what I missed the most,
Us being lip to lip and touching hips.
I woke up from this so excited,
Knowing this was a good sign.
It showed my reasoning was ignited,
I know everything will all be fine.
Buzzing emerald jungle swoons—
hip kitty soul eyes embrace the red wanderer.
It’s a tactical chess game,
both aware of the other’s presence.
Nebulous black perched in shadows,
desert red fool skips like a rock.
when eyes eclipse each other
an electric hummmmmmm buzzes
as their hearts start glowing like a peridot ember
the wind whizzes and twists
through their perfect curly hirsute
rushing luscious aurora energy pulsing
to and fro like giddy hearts exchanging notes in class…
Their blurry bodies bound forward
fox scorching ground while panther burns branches
lightning leg movements paws calls thunder
sun red hot fuzz lunges up
midnight cool moon goddess panther slams down
colors collide and crash and cling and clap
spines ignited in tye-dye holographic rainbows
their claws singe each other’s skin
their eyes swirl black holes
holy howls and breath coalesce
as one love
as one sight,
mythical tail told to all
through campfire gypsies and artists canvas
panting the dancing fox and panther
are you aware of the way my stomach
folds itself into knots when you look my way?
my wishful heart beats day after day
in hopes of merging with your delicate heart.
leave this atmosphere with me as we throw
away our fears and secrets in the midst of
revealing our crimson desires for each other
beneath the sheets of my empty bed.
i will help you sleigh your fears and transform
them into opportunities that will grant your wishes.
do not be afraid of the way your heart screams out,
"this is what I want!" you are a soul of courage, darling,
let me show you the way to becoming all that you are capable of being.
we will not fall further ahead or further behind the other,
for we are in sync on this ever-changing planet sheltering
those too afraid to keep up with precarious desires.
I want to (kiss you) rest with you beneath the moon,
on emerald grass, in porcelain bathtubs,
on leather car seats, and cold empty beds—
anywhere at all that enables me to kiss
the contour of your masculine jaw as you
whisper words of intimacy into my craving soul.
your mere presence leaves my entire nervous
system pirouetting with ecstasy and hopeful love,
so tell me, do you desire to rest with me too?
Pardon my premature emotions, but
I cannot dismiss the intensity of this fire
you have ignited inside of my lonely soul.
I cannot tell you why because I am utterly uncertain,
but what I am certain of is my immense desire
to inhale your iridescent existence into my lungs.
Stop me now if I should end these desires, dear, but
when you are ready, take my hand and we will go.
He removes my clothing
and sets my insecurities aside as well.
I have been dressed down, but he has dressed me up
with his tender tongue communicating with my own.
My body becomes angelic
beneath the abundant, gentle hands of my lover
(genuine or not)
softly grazing his fingers
down the contour of my honey-colored skin,
taking a moment to examine
my soft, round, divine breasts.
nibble here and nibble there
My eyelids slowly fall down, taking me
to a world of ecstasy, and I am now disembodied.
My lover has bedewed my world with
unfathomable wonders and the room has
filled itself with clouds of satisfied sighs.
What an exquisite touch my lover lays upon
my naked back as he kisses each indention
along my spine, soothing each bruise life
has buried between my delicate cord.
He discovers each hidden freckle on my body
and plants a seed of hope with his moist lips.
My soul has been ignited in the most
pleasant way one can burn.
My grasps tightens around his mane
and colors explode through my body
like a psychedelic fourth of July celebration,
as I exhale the name of my lover while he inhales mine.
We are weightless, and time has ceased entirely.
Peace has finally found me in this moment
of total serenity.