My tears are a treasure I keep hidden in a safe
In the wreckage of my Ego
At the bottom of the ocean
Only to be retrieved,
Risking suffocation and the crushing depths,
By dodging through snares,
Navigating my hollow pride,
Swimming past my rusting vanity
And guessing the secret code to my chest
So that they can be robbed from me
For good or evil
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
I will not write you into poetry,
because you are worth more than these few lines deserve.
More than my metaphors could muster.
Beyond my simile.
I will not inscribe your name on my arm,
nor place you as a seal to my heart
lest my gestures be rendered meaningless.
Instead, I will trace my dreams
in circlets around your head.
I will draw upon the back of your hand
my good fortunes and pleasure.
I will seal each moment
with the softness of your skin
and lay my anchor between the tips of your fingers.
I will mouth non-sense syllables,
and laugh out of turn.
All, in turn, just to see you smile.
Because in a world where everything seems fleeting,
this moment is forever.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
Pulled as tight as the netted stars
Contentment is the only thing I hear
Wind roaring through my hair
There must be something I've forgotten
Some forgone prologue to this ebony cheer
This bowel of awkward just spills from my mouth
As if I could dry heave the perfect soliloquy,
Cite the succinct sonnet
"Friends, Romans, Countrymen"
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"
It feels so good to feel uncomfortable again
To fumble over missed turn signals
It's been too long
Since I've calmed my nerves
With a clove cigar, a pen
And the cool grey of the night
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
the town air is still more insipid than I remember
the decaying laid to rest in ranch homes and townhouses
and more recently underground
the cold, dry and tasteless, leeches life from the bones
for the slowing heart of these abandoned streets
where families, unaware, come to their slaughter
cloven by the allure of death
hanging in the wind
the husks of the trapped wander
and masquerade the bar stool seats
of have-nots, should-have-beens, and glory days of yesteryear
and all i can do is shake the black powder from my shoes
for this stop on my travels
this shadow of a city
i've no reason to return
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
You've run the gauntlet,
The page dripped its course
Now all lies in wait,
Your softest reward
You've braved every peril
And hammered the stone
And driven each spike
With diligent force
You planned for each pitfall
And watched every night fall
And longed every day
For what resembled recourse
And now time is coming
An end to your running
An end to this guessing
This prophetic lore
To a pirate, his sea
And a bandit his mead
And to any man,
The love he is for
Your beauty hurriedly waiting,
Silence pleading and begging,
Sitting patiently bating
Far from broken shores
The end is behind you
You've done what you've meant to
Now go rest your head
On your lover, Lenore
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 6:59 AM UTC
I've never had a brother
No blood of my blood, no seed of my mother
But if bonds forged in steel
And tempered with heat
Can sing the same song
When hammered upon
This chain link camaraderie
Would shriek:
I've never had a brother,
Or name of my name
But my heart, always open, might quake the same
A man such as you,
Who plays with fire, but has never once burned
Who stands up a new man while everyone turns
Your character speaks the music
That is the background to your steps
You don't need lyrics
To speak with your hands
You are free will
You aren't a *******
You are who you're meant to be
Here .
Now.
You're a son of a mother
My BFL brother
Yippee-Kye-yay (Merry Christmas) ************
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
Breath in with me, s l o w l y
The richness from the air
This damp stillness I've kept
This alabaster jar
Rank with the whisky-smell of rambling words
Or the leather aroma of
The most tactful stimulation
Let's not rob this moment with words
Your blue, wide eyes tell me enough
And your lavender (I'll imagine) scent
Cues to me your appreciation
That breaks the ruckus with stunning silence
And air full to excess with
Spice of vehement delight
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
Take all that I own
The children of my thoughts
Severed from completion
Haunt me with your zombie right
You, walking dead, making
Hellish nightmare of my pride
Have the arms that bear my burden
And the ligaments that establish your being
And dial the number that numbs me mad
I have brought you upon myself, shackle of decaying flesh
And to sate my blood-lust
I ill take this hurt mass
And rip it from my flesh
In rose petal patterns
I will remove the excess limbs
Holding onto the past
And cleaver my ambitions for everything left
And in the mass of my meat and muscle
And the weight of every drop of blood I've bled
I will form a Lazarus start
Through the halls of beautiful dismemberment
Through the multitude of converging paths
I forge a new way
I forge my own way
(It is a strange night that the wind does not make a sound)
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Dearly departed, we are gathered here today
To gaze in quiet wonder at the beauty of the grave
To remark in awe and gander at the body that here lies
And to spy the stiffened cheekbones beneath her sunken eyes
How pretty can a smile be when placed upon her corpse
While the fruit she has brought us leaks at life's divorce
But the truth is not a tragedy that we have underwent
And timing is imperfect, but in our breast is evident
So let us gather here to celebrate the Joyus Chorus' call
Let's join our hands to embrace the death of one and all
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
a pale night
two more estranged
in the passing of time forgotten
promises mistimed
and eternity can end in an instant
a sudden death to tumors long malignant
(let us remember the error of our ways,
the taste of blood when suckling an open wound)
it's new nihility embodied
and shortness of breath
when looking at night's pearl eye
drown out in stillness
double-time, my heart
frantic, my lungs
so beautiful and toxic
our morning flower dies
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC