If I could write music
I would write the symphony that is you
but only the sound of your heart next to mine could play it
only your lips on mine would sing it
and only in your arms could we hear it
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:22 AM UTC
he wondered to himself,
quietly,
sitting,
the cold air of a new season sitting on the windows ledge,
how did you know it was you i wanted,
that i waited for,
for so long,
i was the side way walking crab,
afraid you might see me.
now i want nothing more...
how i wait for you in this dream...
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
short it was but certainly sweet...
the taste of the wine, salt, shivering heat …
the racing hearts…
frozen moment in my lovers loves most uncertain task…
task not so deep, my lovers love I am sure runs deep,
quivering hand and slightest touch,
my lovers love, oh so salty, salty sweet…
this first kiss…
so very short…
my lost lovers love
how now
I do weep…
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
I’m unsure,
uncertain,
scared.
What happens next?
That light in the seemingly never ending darkness seems to have diminished; a wavering reminder of where I want to be, who I want to be, who I am seems but a distant fading star. Coldness holds me in this place in this darkness and lonely in this, this life I grasp for what’s real and it falls through my fingers, these stained digits of hopelessness clenching at nothingness.
White knuckled in despair,
I see you.
I remember your touch.
I remember your taste,
the honeyed kiss of your lip,
of your skin
I drink in the sweetness that is you.
The blinds clank against the window and I am startled to a dazed wake.
I rub the last look of you from my eye and swallow the last of your taste…
Again just a dream,
how I wish I might sleep forever….
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
you realize
you are alone
snow falls in the sun
water runs backwards
and not all that is love is true
the moon’s dance on the mountain
is as beautiful as we have seen
but as such
we don’t believe
the biggest brown, green and blue eyes
still dance with whoever is next
the softest touch
how we wait for the touch
is still just touch
this whiskey dance
this drunken salvation
certainly
You realize
You are alone
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
As I pull the blade through me
my own clutched hair in hand
life, blood and breath move from me
to weak I cannot stand
not a care I have for you
the mirror speaks so grand
to laugh now I hear you
so far a beastly band
your love I hold before me
in this cold now dying hand
cold steel is my fortune
loves toll takes me from this land
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 10:16 AM UTC
I am as I have been taught.
I want, I crave, I desire.
I am your son your daughter, your late night pink pants with feathers and bonds
This side ways dance, this exasperating prance
This to late for TV glance
What now?
Shaven, cleansed brushed of thought of sight
Taken of these, every day fixes
Am I now not fixed?
Do I not sing the song of your loves true loves lust?
Oh the horror, the thought the predawn hard
Take this and make it yours
This love this is me my love…my fix
Dance in this dark with my new every day fix.
Dance in this my everyday dark.
Selfish you, yours,
Oh this
this is
Love
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
a day dreams wake
slow moving soul
broken promise
till death
no longer a part
this wicked wasted dream
so many gone
vacant eye
whiskey scented breath
sun swallowed, the dusk’s clever taunt
wicked wasted day
this day’s dream gone
whiskey emptied bottles
a soul
this souls subtle song
no longer a part
this wicked whiskey song
no longer my heart
in your wicked day dream song
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC
I guess, sometimes life gets blurred
Everyday drivel
Maybe just me
Who really knows or understands what this , this love is?
This love that love, love of flesh and greed, money and deed….this is our new love.
Is it understanding, or taking every part of your loves love for truth, for the “word”.
Is it taking our loves, loves hand, their heart and placing it in our own?
In these days of our dust, our lust, and our money hungry ways, how could we know love?
We lost our way and we are dredging in the filth of our fathers to find our way
This wall to wall carpet and brown leather chair…is this love?
Is love this twenty dollar bill…
Lip locked and loaded for this days pleasure…
This is how we show love…
Touch this, this way…
Love I think hides behind the eyes
Big brown, blue, green globes of truth…
Wow … where did my globe go?
I want again to know truth; I want to know the warmth of my loves love, the ***** and the heart beat of loves true love.
Or just a drink…
Whiskey
Maybe two
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 11:10 AM UTC
What inspires me?
A kiss
A touch
I guess the primal feelings the primal emotions…
Hate, greed, vanity… love
Guess discovering the difference, the polarity of each…
I love to love
Hate to hate and am so vain…
I lost the difference.
What replaces touch?
What replaces love?
Hate
Deceit
My god I wanted nothing more than love
We want nothing more than touch
We dance these days to the beat of our peer’s heart…
Forgetting
We belong, we matter…
It might not matter that your eyes dance in my dreams
that your skin was once wrapped around mine
We touched
We were in the same moment and we breathed the same air
What inspires me?
Loneliness
Whiskey
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 10:48 AM UTC