I ride higher
Than your suicides
You write:
Take me back,
I’m sweetly reminiscing of
Solar wings embracing
celestial winds
Sunsets of broken chords
Summer's shattered sword
Winter’s ornery
Jaded blue jays
Gray's vacant face
I salute your honesty
But blisters wrought on
A calloused heart
Cuts deeper
Than the oceans' void
Let me sleep whimsically
With rotten melodies
To keep me from
Changing the tone of
My stuttering dreams
But,
Soft, teeth speak
Like broken branches
On dilapidated trees
And
I’d spend
Eternity
In the chime of your
White fire voice
Or
Those olive green
Teasing eyes
Keeping me sheepishly serene
Whirling
Weaving
Into a timid peace
Yet our
Crashing
Tongues slam
Into sour Suns
Swallowing the seams
of interconnectivity
Scattering liquid beams
of entropy
I forget those days we
Wasted on the morbid
Memories
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
Mama I've done wrong
Did it again
Swallowed the red sun and burnt my tongue
Now I talk in caustic prose
As I watch precious friends erode into stories that were once told
Missing the elastic howls that died in the sweet summer time,
our mellow procrastination that became an erratic fascination,
hopeless meandering in the forest grove
where we found Cherub rock and communicated in implicit thoughts
Merely stowed memories in a paper boat
Drifting towards a somber moat
formed from the friction of splintered convictions
The chords of thunder roar
Black clouds of war wash ashore
It's time to fall on my own sword
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
Where go thee traveler, trailing in broken shadows?
Just another poet wandering down a mischievous path of deceit and beguiles.
Who be thee? Another shattered soul sauntering in denial?
Carry a name I do not, but you may call me whatever comes to your thoughts.
Cassandra. Deliverer of delight and heavenly sight, but caustic to those who try to consume her with the allure of night.
Cursory charm, a daring attempt to overtake the apex of my harnessed heart.
My penchant roars with a persistence that never rests!
Audacious lips of mine will eclipse your eyes as deep as an ocean and dark as wine.
Let our shadows combine, our fate intertwine to capture a moment of the divine.
Arrhythmic and blind your love needs redesign!
Otherwise I'll become another infatuation lost in time.
Here I stand austere without effrontery to burden our affair. What is it you'll have me declare?
First follow me into the infinite abyss.
What after I plunge into the nebulous mist?
Our hands we'll share in the company of crescent stares
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 12:21 PM UTC
The shouting face of the sea
Ravages rocks on the toes of the beach
Seashells glued to glass
laminate the reflecting rays of the baking sun
A pebble preaches to a mountain
Underneath an electric dream
Galvanize my heart,
It needs a jump-start
Stuck in a frozen tundra of fallacy
Chasing broken tragedies
I told her
I tried
Nothing seems to change the mind
So I guess I’ll have to lie
Praying a lion’s smile
captures her immaculate eyes
But my summer’s luck lacks the ability to clear cloudy skies
Now I am alone in a misty meadow
With taciturn trees
Yet you were like the warm belly of a manatee
And I was a calloused heart hoping for a remedy
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
Slippery insanity careens through marble forests,
trained insurgents capture dragon flies
grinding them up for pixie dust,
cowards siphon rain drops from entangled subatomic particles
inscribing hopeless anecdotes for economical tyranny,
bloated bumble bees bomb pearl harbor,
golden harps sprout wings chasing lost lovers
nourishing their insipid dreams,
homophobes parade **** inside sinking ships,
graveyards sneeze showers of formaldehyde,
nature's chemical cathedrals synthesize
the eleven dimensions of space and time,
summer's daughter bathes in autumn's waters
a myriad of memories engraved in the brain's tissues
trace the tapestry of neural plasticity
Prometheus's pollution and the alchemist's sunset
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
Neptune's core collapses
Splintered diamonds descend in stabbing fashion
Sleepy knives pass silently through the night
Casting shadows in the caliginous moon light
Stitched spiderwebs glisten across autumn's equinox
Discordant thought raptures in a Gordian knot
The symmetry of entropy plots its course
The universe resets its clock
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
Love, the toothpicks that built the architecture to my suicide
*** the physical affliction my body hungers
Hate, what swells inside and comes alive when I'm drowning in lies
Time, I wish to slit that bitch's wrists and stop the fleeting chase of experience
Space, where everything goes numb
Life, impatiently awaits death
Death, the only thing that makes sense
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
To whom it may concern
The toils and burdens my soul upturns
Burns insipid valleys in her earthly world
I am the pronouced hate
Invigorating the vapid sensation
So plastically waiting to commensurate
Residing in the bowels of God my stitched fate
Defecates the defective path, one day we all must take
Smite the plight purging these devilish urges?
Or rage the plague until the roots of life are twisted with screeching decay?
Either way death always stares one dead in the face
And yet it is I who carries the torch to light your funeral dirge
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC
A stranger in atrophy, cringing bleak teeth
Erratic Discordian defeat
His reality painted in dismal dreams
A palette of cacophony
Nailed to shadows under his feet
Swallowed by lingering tears trapped in time's tyranny
Constrained to a chaotic labyrinth
Meandering in the shell of the mind
Anchored to the subtle precepts of the past
This phantom universe slips from his grasp
Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC
Oh Great American Pioneers
Is there nothing more we hunger to discover?
Is there no longer a thrill to explore, unravel, or seek?
What happened to the inclination
of chasing curious mysteries in the ubiquitous abyss
Revealing uncharted geography
Tasting foreign experiences
Lost in fecund meandering
Our puzzles cannot possibly be complete
There will always be an abundance of missing pieces
So set out and search for these conundrums
Break free from the mainstream recluse state of defeat
Or be content with T.V. dinners and two hour showers
Dreaming about what you could have been
I loathe this monotonous behavior
Stop being an unconscious participator
Escape your hostage environment
Become the instigator
The death of the pioneer is what I mourn
The dead American dream is how I was born
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 4:37 PM UTC