If you were to rise early in the morn'
And your hair matted down by dream filled pillow;
If the words you spoke first were a muffled good morning,
I hope you'll take me along.
If you were too tired the night before
To wash your face and brush your teeth;
If you were to gift me an oiled stale kiss,
I hope that we collide.
Please don't let me stop you
From your exquisite independent carriage,
But if you wanted to rest a while,
I hope I can carry you along.
If you thought of me as strong enough,
I could hardly fret,
When you share your dreams before memories evade,
Taking me along.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
In this stained room I recall,
Happiness, tears, joy, sorrow,
Celebratory cigars hazing these walls,
And the nostalgic sunshine lasered through-
Flooding impulses into my eyes that contract my irises
Focused on white orchids riddled in aphids
Due to my daydreaming carelessness,
Her leaves and my skin dry and yellow-
Flaky, like that time mother baked that perfect peach pie
And I embedded crumbs in this carpet
Fallen from my voracious gaping mouth,
Held open again when here I gained the gift of fatherhood
And taken aback when my own passed on-
In this room I recall,
These walls of jaundice, there for me,
My punching bag and sliding back support
Painted in carbon dioxide and tar.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
I get it now.
I'm still learning, but I get it.
Your tough ****
Your tough love,
When you said I don't give a ****
And dragged me through the mud,
I get it.
I don't know why you did it,
But I understand,
When you'd show me an iron fist one moment,
And then you'd hold my hand.
I'm not gonna do it to her,
But I get it.
I know where your demons dwell,
How you hide in the lion's den and cry,
Mistaken for roars to those who can't see you,
And I get it.
I'm sorry it happened,
And I understand,
It's what I know,
But I won't do it to her.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
As perfectly okay as it is to go with the flow,
I'll grow upside down,
Color outside the lines,
And explode like a mighty oak filled with paint,
Struck by lightning from the ground up.
Why do people always look to fix what is broken?
Stalled vehicles still rotate and tilt
On the Earth's axis,
Thousands of miles an hour,
And I still work,
Worthy of trips around the sun,
So please don't scrap me at the first sight
Of what you see as failure.
I'll grow upside down.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I live for that sound,
Between life and death,
Natural,
Forced,
And naturally forced by my hand,
Serrated steel extension of wild precision,
It says it needs a shower,
And I oblige.
Daddy takes care of his children;
I am firm.
Keep your nose to the grindstone,
Yet,
I am warm,
I'm grateful for your amenity,
Your love,
Your life in pools of red,
My children live through you,
Through your sacrifice they grow.
I...I know you understand,
As you make that sound,
Telling me "you are welcome",
Cradled in my loving arms,
I am humbled.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
Bitter...
Soil in the sun too long-
Digging up dust-
Whispering in the shade-
I've been roasting too long-
And I'm burnt out-
Sour taste upon your tongue-
I've grown cold-
Your sugar turned to salt-
Reheating isn't quite the same-
The sweetness softened-
Topped off with a new black-
That we all know fades into the same old ****
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
This curse
Enveloped like the ink I use to write this verse
All in my head
Whispers get loud in my dreams;
The words you have said
Let's get to the point
My head is all cloudy so I roll up this joint
Smoke 'til it's clear
Then have a few drinks
Crack open this beer
Where have you gone?
Did we fight, was I in the wrong?
I look in cracked mirrors and feel the shame
When you're dead in your eyes and have no one to blame
The screams, they are saints
Marching on into cerebral rooms
Carrying red paints;
Fresh coats of you to remind me why
Your life was the reason I was barely alive.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
Daily breeze blows through the bedroom window
Parts through your lips across my neck
I smell your perfume upon your pillow
We say good morning and I love you
Then "coffee?" "Coffee."
The second thought that runs through our heads
I open shades, contracts our pupils
Heavily dilated from the night before
We sip and smile in our sunlight
Love, like a cartoon, so unreal
But relatable in every way
I'm the coyote, you're the runner
You stick around within my grasp
Then encouragingly pull away, forcing me to get better
So when I fall off that cliff
I fall in love all over again.
...daily breeze blows through the bedroom window
Parts through my lips and then runs cold
Your perfume has faded from your pillow
I lay alone and say I love you
The coffee, a memory now burnt and black
I'm the coyote, you're the runner
Who was snatched up by the wolves
So shocking and so sudden
I'll never fall again.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
It is said that our sun is the force of life
But I disagree...our nightly counterpart is the usher;
The guide to our show with its soft glow light-
As I lay in the moon garden,
Four o' clocks at ten and Sonata 14
Swaying through a bamboo breeze,
I see with full clarity
The man I will run to in reflections off of the lakes in my eyes-
Salt of the Earth always within my grasp
Grounded by the weight of your gravity,
I long to come to you, you precious thing...
Rocket violators, child's play compared to my dreams,
When I float in the exosphere-
With open arms, like a white climbing rose-
A creeping phlox, my bleeding heart beats soundly.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
I could forge you diamonds-
Under pressure of blood, I'm boiling-
Mined from butterflies inside-
And shaped from tears of fear and joy-
I could be your hero-
Triumph, your will to grow in bloom-
Save you from the end-
And give a new beginning; breathing life-
I could light your candle-
Even in your brazen wind-
Crawling towards love's torch in gravitas-
In veneratio veritas-
If you want to be my sorrow-
I could give you pain-
If your eyes are dark and shallow-
Let me take your shame-
If your heart's storm is brewing hollow-
I could give you rain.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC