Like coral reefs dancing
with the curl of the tides,
you are always changing..
ever growing.
And sharp with your freedom
I feared that you would drown me
but your waves were playful
and dressed with sunset
scarlet whispers
unspoken,
quick glances
of flame thrown
recklessly from your eyes,
those waving embers,
Oh the sweetness in their burn.
They beg for strokes as soft
as sunrise
and lips as lingering as the breeze.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
I rearrange the shards of
Smiles and slivers of truth
That collide like broken waves
On the shores of my eyes
Like fragrant words of folly
As if to tickle the open ears
Like teardrops in a vase
And spokes that spin in wild wonder
Dance as if their lacing fingers
Draw magic from the dust
But I remember
In sane whispers drawl
I haven't lost that which holds the breath sacred
As rising tides of hidden lunar glow
Spark and fly from their embers
Our fear
In restless highs slide toes out from
Under the star shine
Curiously sweet yet sickening to swallow
Our tongues burned of what we could not speak clearly enough
For the stirring ashes we thought were as corpses
beat rhythms once again
And I couldn't hold you long enough
But still I released and hoped you would return
And you did
Carefully melodic at first
Yet hopelessly chaotic as we laid
-Cory James McQueen
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC
Allowing the energy that
Pulses through the universe
To flow
Without effort
And allow its messages of love to be
Captured by your receptors like a radio
So that
You can transmit the love further
Compile and compress into language
The love that speaks
So queer without words
So that you can whisper them into the sleepwalkers ears
And hopefully rouse them gently
Like removing the blindfold
And releasing the music from mute
Open up the senses, both physical and intuitive
By turning down the restless mind
Mute the channel of thought so that
You can introduce harmonic resonances into the framework
Mixing and blending samples of love tones
Helping others get in touch with the rhythms
And beats of the divine
And by helping then get in touch
You can turn on channels within them
That they have yet to discover
Channels that are programmed within us
For that exact purpose
For us to unlock the dams that
Prevent the flow of love frequencies
To electrify us
And dissolve isolation
-Chaotic Melodic
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Emotions are like oceans.
The suffering we feel is not just our own,
but a splash of what
our species has suffered
since we awoke.
But so is the love and laughter as well.
When we express what we feel,
we draw from these currents and tides
that have always existed and will always exist.
So what do you want to draw?
Doesn't matter if you don't know how or
nobody ever told you..
How beautiful you are..
How strong your heart is as it drums on within you..
-Chaotic Melodic
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
The thoughts in our minds
are like shards of
glass reflecting light.
Pieces of something once complete
that has since exploded and
spiraled off into the cosmos,
and we rearrange them to craft some
sort of image for ourselves,
some sort of reality.
Which is why I like to blow my mind,
so instead of broken glass it turns
into glass art.
Lets blow our minds and see what happens!!
-Chaotic Melodic
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
Oh sunrise with your flushed cheeks
Wash over me
For the night was long
And as rustling
Breezes whisper through the trees
I breathe you in
You are stunning in your rapturous escape
from the prison that's kept you
picking at your scabs for company.
You are sweetly smiling
as you nibble through the walls that,
stained with blood,
contained the smoldering embers within.
Oh fresh breath, upon your face,
it gives life to what you thought
was lifeless.
The one that became many,
as if by smashing itself to understand
just what it's made of.
We are shards of that light,
trembling as peculiar flickers.
May the darkness in space be
a blank slate for you to shine and build within.
We as pieces,
when we look deeply realize
we are made up on the same patterns that
scatter endlessly in the cosmos.
Fractal art we are!
-Chaotic Melodic
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
And in the moments
where movements of the soul
shift the thoughts and awareness
to the cracks.. to remind
that the mind is crafting this dream,
it interprets the world and in
it's best intention,
it attempts to flatten and compress
the endless data.
Laying the symbols and memes
into stone
and since we operate in a symbolic fashion
it brings comfort to know
that reality can seem so static,
so unchanging
but the cracks...
Oh.. the cracks!
And through the cracks in the street
the seeds sprout wildly into grass
and through the cracks in the sky
the rains burst and wash the sands of
yesterday from our skin
and from the cracks in your throat
the songs of tomorrow shine in resonance
through your voice
and by the cracks in your smile
I'm reminded
of why
I love you so much
-Chaotic Melodic
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
My bitter dishes cry
To be cleaned as they sit
In crusted contempt
With reds that bleed their seething
Lack of clarity
My friends
With smiles half baked and
Eyes shuddering
Sip more and in deeper gulps
Their lives are swallowed
By the brew
But I'm not as lost
As I once thought my mind
In aching desperation fleeted
Angelic drawls to wrap
The dusty shoulders
Keep their hunched secrets heavy
Till they break
And if three breaths could save the world, they may in fact expand
Those minds and hearts to unite
Where shallow thoughts of ego driven
Madness clings like smog upon
Our horizon
But they travel
These dreams of fresher air and
To the forests of the northwestern
Drizzle drenched streets they wander
We're not so hopeless as if to rot
In the shoes we bought last year
I'd rather beg to smile
Then wrap myself in the scowls of
Empty presidents that died for sorrows they began
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Sleepy eyes of mine
still catch sparkled hair
that whips across your cheeks
and the harder you try to
tame your beauty
it radiates in the sun
No matter how you try to bite
your smile back,
it creeps on
bringing light to
the petals of nearby tulips
dance
You're here
in the cloud scattering breeze
I see
you dropped your purse
and cheeks flushing
reached to grab it
but I beat you to it
Trembling hands brushing your hair instead as
quivering lips whisper "hi"
I don't have a number
because later doesn't exist
and the wind
could crumble us to ashes
if we chose not to speak
but in silent gazes deeper
we grow
as sturdy vines from our hearts
weaving and tangled
as if to asphyxiate from
locked lips and
clamped lashes
so tight as if to never let go
and we wouldn't
if braver blood raced within us
and we'd shed our yesterdays
if not for social graces
and we'd scream our hushed wishes
if not for red cheeks and cop locks
we'd set fire to the square
for it's bursting in our bellies
and longing to escape
and in the shade of summer groves
away from gas stations and
dancing flags
away from peering mothers
and curious children's eyes
our hope
it strikes the tears
to melt
with acid tongues
our discovering the truth
our fingers lacing stories
that we knit to hide our shame
but I want you
bruises on your back and
scars in your eyes
couldn't
scare these hands away
from stroking you gently
if you wanted it
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
I put myself through scratchy throats
And eye drying crimson nights
For a promise
But I'm not doing what I love
I'm loading pressure on my
Weak spots constantly and
Hoping with wandering glances
That I'll catch gold in the wind
With my lashes beant down
With my lips curled into half hearted sneers I wish this
Hollow mask would fade slowly
To reveal
Walking on all fours with
My mouth open to catch your spit
Fun nights of tickling to the last
Dying breath, I'd
Slide two fingers to hush your words
And drink up your gasps I would
Rip my tongue on your
Flypaper if you laid it open
If you wished it, your dreams could
Enslave me so
I'd bend back until my spine felt dizzy
But you wouldn't know that
My laughter would be biting back
My blood from its boiling point
I would wait, and in goosebumps pray for
Release
I feel
Every bodies pain
Through the way the hold their mortal dolls
Closed tightly from the world
Their words, as sweaters to contain
Their misery it ferments slowly
The wishes that they left unkempt and growing wild from
Dead innocence, their seeds
Crawling blossoms from the dirt
Catch my fingers sliced open
As they linger to prune
I'd flounder for the night your
Fireflies would glow
Dimly from tired eyes
That peeled the day back
From lovers you watched
Spitting as if to
Bleed yourself back into the ground
I'll wait
As widows to the wind
I'd call and hope for the stars to answer in your name
For you wandered through millennia
To face this
Time of quivering fevers breaking
sweat storms
Of pouring glasses full of
Last years abandoned daydreams
That curdle as we hesitate
To drink them
For a moment where our lives seemed
Less real
And we hunger
For a glance that would wash clear
The smog of our confusion
And tie the tattered ploys of our
Restless youth to the stars
I'd steer them so you could sleep
If only you needed me to
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC