I grieve for humanity
Because my own may harden
I grieve for justice
Because war knows no pardon
I grieve for courage
Because with fear we may govern
I grieve for children
Because a fire burns in their garden
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
It's just a few years now,
With the world drawn abreast,
Let's roll on the fray
Under a Cheshire crest.
Skipping like stones on a lough,
Towards the crystal blue West
Where we can run, love, and play,
Where we can lay down to rest.
Little, green towers shimmy and bow,
With elders to boot, with broad wooden chests
We can count the stars above their crowns at the death of a day,
In our bold little world, we'll be freed and blessed.
Within those fields, our future we'll sew
Roll on Cali, we're burning West
Roll on Cali, we're burning our home.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I remember when I saw you, walking down the street.
And I remember falling.
Both in love, and on my knees.
And out to you I was calling.
Yo rushed to me, laughter so sweet; you said it was appalling,
To see a boy as handsome as me, on the ground and crawling.
I offered aid, to repay you, took groceries you were hauling.
To that little apartment on 7th St., with the pretty yellow walling.
Three months went by and every day,
I felt like I was falling,
So that cool night, outside that door, I was surely stalling.
But in your eyes I saw myself,
Soon in bed we were falling.
I was there in bed with you the night your legs began to creak.
Cutting deep into your bones, through pain you couldn't speak.
The hospital was where we stayed, a day, then two, a week,
I really tried to smiled again, but all I did was weep.
Only months before those rings had gone,
Right around our fingers.
But now here in the hospital.
Our weakened love just lingers.
A shadow of its former self, like you and I now, too.
If I lose you, my one and only love, what am I going to do?
The apartment's dark, shadows blanket those old, yellow walls.
I think back to your soft warm hands when I first did fall.
I wonder as I turn the corner, "was it worth it all?"
But my heart did sink, as I did see,
Your white face down the hall.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
The ceiling's all wrong.
It never looked at me like that before.
No need to be cross, it's only a quarter to four.
Don't be snide with me, I'll go to sleep before long.
Who else has felt that the ceiling's all wrong?
This day feels all wrong.
How'd the Sun come up so fast?
I blinked and here I am, having a blast.
Was it someone, someplace, or maybe some song?
Whatever it was, now this day feels all wrong.
This season's all wrong.
Autumn is the most beautiful time.
But the way it is now, you'd think it's a crime,
to enjoy this weather, you really have to play along.
God, oh please tell me why this season's all wrong.
My life feels so wrong.
This bottle and this table too.
One gives me support, the other, will to push through.
I'm sitting here crying, unable to even carry on.
Why in the Hell does my life feel so wrong?
Your eyes look so right.
You're my Autumn, you beauty.
If I leave here tonight, please, by God, please come follow me cutie.
No wait, scratch that line, now it sounds very wrong.
Sixteen pillboxes empty, I'm done being strong.
This is what happens when your heart is all wrong.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
I know your eyes, you lips, your smile.
A love so warm, it burns for a while.
A wick to my core, the flame travels through.
And it all leads back to that spark from you.
My match, we match, you burn, two fires in the night.
We waltz, we dance, in my dreams, under the moonlight.
So many daydreams I cannot write.
But you and me, we click together just right.
I can feel it in my core, deep behind my eyes.
I can sense it in my soul, and I must reprise.
My match, we match, you burn, two fires in the night.
We waltz, we dance, in my dreams, under the moonlight.
So many daydreams I cannot write.
But you and me, we click together just right.
It's a beautiful feeling when I see you,
in my dreams, on the street, what can I do?
You've run away from my heart like an artery.
Without you, sweetheart, why should I breathe?
It's a beautiful day when I'm with you,
but as the sun sinks down, what can I do?
To finish this off; this much is true.
**I really do wish there was only one of you.**
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
Stop your slinking to a stoop and your feel sad,
Cut it out.
As you anger and your anguished angst amplifies,
Cut it out.
Fight the ferocious fiery feelings of frustration,
Cut it out.
Push through the pounding pain,
Cut it out.
Take time to tinker with the throbbing troubles,
Cut it out.
Finally, finding all fixes are listed lazy and lost on you,
hindsight hinting your heart's helpless,
there is one thing you can do to help that heart.
Cut it out
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Tiptoeing across my bed, fluffy ribbons and bushels of fuzz,
whispering across my windowsill, fresh crevices , fingernails a buzz,
cotton rows of crimson, creeping through the sheets,
fire crusts my crimson crop, burning at a thousand heats,
Further up above my head, there are workings on the walls,
those were hard to make, they caused cracks, down my fingernails to fall,
All around this tiny room, like tallies for a score,
Down now, we can look to, see the new ones on the floor,
That one is from yesterday, and that one a few more morns,
Waltzing, wiping, crawling, wheezing,
I'm very thirsty now.
Hands feel nice, the dips I made,
in walls, floor, bedpost too,
Scratches here today in wood,
tomorrow made in you.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Carried like a scent on the wind,
she pulls me along quietly,
no point in fighting, I've lost.
Pushing me forward, to a red end,
love is in the air, force is present, ever so sly,
pushing, wind at my sail, don't land, it is of cost.
It doesn't get better.
It morphs, carves and twists bones and flesh, no end,
wailing and flowing from a cave in the twilight coldly,
cutting, killing, crushing, no stopping the bloodlust,
breathing into & for me, a forced life to lend,
never put to self indulgence, never boldly,
waves bleed port & starboard, tranquility's holocaust,
systematic & brutal, my ink ever wetter.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC