I dreamed of love and it ate me like an ocean.
I dreamed of love and it bit me like a beast.
I dreamed of love and it swallowed me whole like a wound.
I dreamed of love and I dreamed of death.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
You are my weakness
i left
i flew into the sky
toward my own demise
toward my obligations
toward my darkness and hell
i left You behind with a promise
that i would return
but i shall return to You
beaten and broken
no flesh, nothing but bruised bones
i am starving
in the absence of Your touch
my chest
has created a dimension
drifting through space and time
full of despair, a void of bitter terror
and i scream endlessly
desperately trying to reawaken the heart that hasn't stirred a beat
no twitch or tremble for days
my blood sits stale and cold in my veins
no life
no breath
i am rotting even as i walk
You are the wraith of my days
a haunting in my head that will not let me smile or sleep
i cannot hide
i am naked and shivering
frightened and frozen
desperate to hold You again, knowing i cannot
no brush of skin, no kiss to comfort me
because Your hands are
so very
far
away
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
we are merging our lives
together
there is so much to think of:
clothes, belongings, cat,
but my hair is growing longer
so we'd better start talking serious business
like
what time we want to take
our walks together--
before or after dinner?
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
I dream of the ocean,
the waves crashing at my feet
and the roar of the wilderness inside of me.
I dream of the forest,
my home in the heart of the restless trees
that sing to me and kiss my naked skin.
I dream of the stars,
ancient sentinels staring back at me
to guard me as I sleep
in a layer somewhere between
the cold of space above me and
the cold earth below.
But most
I dream of you coming home to kiss me
and ask me how my day was
as I tousle your hair
and ask what we should do for dinner.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
big old God man came talking today
he say he so strong, he so wise,
he keep demons away
but little girl me, I got brains on the cuff,
I chuckle back to me, I know plenty
these demons, they mine,
they world, they know soul
they shadows, they lovers,
they know what I know
my radio heart ain't broken just yet
I need time, I need water,
I don't need none of they God
little night man came whispering today
he got sorrow, he got lonely,
he got ****** on the brain
but little girl me, I got clever on my sleeve
and I shudder back to me, I find what I need
Jun 16, 2011
Jun 16, 2011 at 9:38 AM UTC
My existence has
become a wish
to lose
myself in the universe,
to breathe
the stars into me,
to escape
this madness;
frightening
circling
breathing darkness into me and
leaving me with
void
.
I cannot let go of my body deep enough,
it pulls me inside
and drowns me in flesh;
my spirit
is crying,
weeping for lost wisdom
.
Wish
to spin endlessly
ceaselessly
with the mother and
the father
to be the self that is
to know
to be
.
It is out there,
remembering
calling
waking
tasteless
fearless
hopeless, knowing
.
Desire
to know no
night, no
day, no
warmth, no
breath,
only to permeate and love,
to sleep without fault
and move with the rhythm
that is us all
.
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 10:50 PM UTC
little race,
Big Universe.
i stand on tiny asphalt mountain
staring at the Final Frontier
wondering who is staring back
at me, afraid to wonder if there
could be no one at all but
the old photographs of stars stuck
into our eyes from a vast number of
years ago.
It seems a distant truth-- the lack of
solitude,
the unknowable brethren,
the boundless eternal that envelopes
and haunts our minuscule rock--
that we are isolated
yet hardly alone,
though so restricted and
vainglorious.
we conquered Nature
with our concrete, our steel
and our bone,
only to turn to the
outward abyss
and wonder
why
?
May 23, 2011
May 23, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
"I believe I am, my good sir, a noble beast and nothing more."
The words slip through my scabbed and scarring lips
lips feigning callousness, lips begging for benediction,
praying to be the passado,
beholden to the omniscient things that seem never to sleep
yet are always dreaming a dream
that I seem to be suspended in;
a syncopated nonsense of person,
ludicrous.
"I would not expect you to understand the nature of me."
And it is true;
I brace myself for the eventual
the inevitable
the unavoidable
the necessary and the fixed
misunderstanding
so that when he she it them they those
eyes me from across the table
peering over my coffee cup or my notebook
and says, "No, my dear, that is not it at all,"
I may smile
rather than rip my hair out
at the thought that I am now their "dear".
"I'm hurting."
Yes, I seem to live this life,
this half existence
floating between apathy and terror,
enveloped in some sort of dissonance;
some of the time I live
in this tangible thing--
others I am whisked away
by the very thought of thinking
and, to tell the truth,
I am so very tired.
"I'd be lying if I said I'm not a little bit angry."
A desperate creature I have turned out to be,
an animal grasping at the very straws of nature,
creeping,
moaning and murmuring sorrowful things
to the dark in which I began,
groping for light,
longing for some kind of motivation
that is not
"do or you will die."
"I am very gracefully falling apart."
This thing that is broken inside me
is it in my mind, in my brain, where?
Am I so very foolish to believe
that I was made for something
beautiful, clear, shining,
something with posture?
Yes, a proper fool I am,
but even fools need propriety sometimes.
"I am the bane of human existence."
Yes, but I am so much more as well,
and I have created an anthem:
I am the morning.
I have a feral passion locked away,
safe for my piano, safe for my lovers.
You cannot find me in books,
you cannot photograph what is in me,
you cannot steal it.
I am a mighty thing,
a thing of the sea, a thing of the earth,
a lovely thing.
I am righteous,
a divinity of my own,
a coarse deity of glass and stone
and I will not be ashamed.
The wars of this place rage on and on,
threatening to overwhelm,
bullying those who would refuse to roll over
but I am not afraid;
I shall be here at dawn
when all the world has washed away.
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
Let lovers sleep-- the night is mine and mine alone,
and I cannot close my eyes, for I am too busy thinking of the wide world.
I lay here in the pale dark, listening to the night
and I wonder if the universe is so much larger for a fly than it is for a woman--
are the days so much darker for the dead than for me?
I tangle my fingers in my hair and smile;
oh yes, I hear the delicate music creeping through the air,
and of course I am moved, Mother,
how could I not be?
How could you ever expect me to sleep when there is such a place
as this in my mind?
I will never close my eyes again, not when there is air like this to breathe,
not when there is pale dark to bathe in,
not when dawn is a matter of hours away and it is back to the stale air that crumbles in your lungs,
back to the carpet stains and back to all those thoughts
that are trying desperately to fill up my empty little head
or someone's pretty little head
like smoke withering away, dripping lazily out of my lips and into the ears of another
though there is no other,
not for me
not tonight,
tonight is a night to wonder about the universe of flies and women
and if my world will ever grow larger than this pin-head that is threatening to crush me
and a great deal of other things that I'm sure you've thought of, Mother,
though men have been sure that the earth is flat and that flies and women are not so different
so who knows what I'm sure of?
I certainly don't.
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
i like you.
i shouldn't like you,
it makes my life harder
and leaves me confused and jealous
but i like you
and it feels good.
i like how casual we are--
so casual that i don't even have to use capitals--
and how you touch me just to make me shiver,
how you steal small kisses
and then laugh because you know you shouldn't have
i like how i tell you everything
and you don't even flinch:
if i ran up to you tomorrow,
threw my arms around your neck
and screamed in your ear
"i have leprosy and a brain tumor!!!"
i know you would rough up my short short hair
and say
**** that's probably serious."
and then buy me a cup of coffee
while i told you my leprosy and brain tumor troubles
i like how you put your hand on the small of my back
as if you own me,
as if you won me,
as if you're pretending to shout to the world
that i'm yours now, and you know how i take my coffee,
and you know which shirt is my favorite, and you know how to make love to me
and that they should all take that into account
when looking at us together
as we walk through the aquarium or the park or the restaurant
i'll never admit it
but i like it when you get frustrated;
"just kiss me," you say
and i always say "i can't"
but secretly i'm thinking about that crooked tooth of yours
and if i could taste what we had for lunch
and if our glasses would make a plastic noise
when they collide, frame to frame,
snuggling like we are
and it makes me smile a secret smile
that i have just for you
and no one else
and yes, i sleep next to someone else,
someone i love more than life itself,
someone i made a home with,
someone i won't leave
but i like you.
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC