He saw you hurry down his door steps,
You did not stay the night.
He saw you hurry down his door steps,
Bouncing, even skipping in your flight.
He saw you walking on the boulevard,
You stuck to shadows all the way.
He saw you walking on the boulevard,
Entwined forever in this game you play.
You thought he didn't notice,
Blinded to your sin.
You thought he didn't notice,
The condition you are in.
He's not here you thought, so perfect,
Your lies will not be found.
He's not here you thought, so perfect,
Your heart telltale thumping underground.
He took the long way home,
He had to clear his head.
He took the long way home,
Wondering whether love is dead.
The winter wind was whipping,
Biting at his ears.
The winter wind was whipping,
His cheeks wet with tears.
He imagined your dress falling,
You rolling on his bed.
He imagined your dress falling,
So on the way he said,
"Why should I go home tonight?
It's not like she stayed true.
Why should I go home tonight?"
Said as if to you.
You cried after the first night,
He took the first train West.
You cried after the first night,
You never would have guessed.
The second night was harder still,
He left even his phone,
The second night was harder still,
He left his life, he left you there, crying all alone.
Next night you wept and knew your fault,
Betrayal betrayed you.
Next night you wept and knew your fault,
The love that could have grew.
Months had passed and time stood still,
Naught but guilt to get you by.
Months had passed and time stood still,
Your prayers answered, he called and asked you, "Why?"
Your heart it started racing,
Your words must be precise.
Your heart it started racing,
Leap of faith upon thin ice.
"I don't know what came over me,
I fear this void inside.
I don't know what came over me,
From my faults I cannot hide."
"I miss you now so dearly,
Won't you please come home?
I miss you now so dearly,
You no longer need to roam."
"I saw you hurry down his door step,
But that was just the start.
I saw you hurry down his door step,
As you trampled o'er my heart."
"I don't believe in love no more,
So I left it all behind.
I don't believe in love no more,
I kept looking for sign."
"Was nothing there in Omaha,
Nowhere further was I shown.
Was nothing there in Omaha,
Naught I hadn't known."
"Circumstance has changed me,
Our love it was not real.
Circumstance has changed me,
Your love I didn't feel."
It was over, a new day,
Tone hummed to her reply.
It was over, a new day,
She dropped the phone only to cry.
May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
Cold air dances,
Pirouetting,
Capturing my attention.
"Yes! Yes!"
An ugly ballet
Following from street to street.
The heat of the fight and my open wounds
Second to my welcomed chills.
Feel something.
New sensation.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
The day may lie
Bitter daggers of fault,
Icy in cruel candor,
While the night,
Whose voice unsolicited,
Whispers facts
With holy virtue.
Rattled with paradox.
Always confide in the thief
Never finding refuge in the saint.
Men despair,
Bleak in fear,
For the the world appears a foe.
In truth,
Desire bests intellect.
I wanted the sun,
When better had it set.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
You claim
He's not around
Anymore.
I'm onto him,
Sitting there behind you.
Cracks open a beer,
Smiling,
Chuckles as
He sets it beside you.
You drink.
"What?"
How can you
Not see?
You lost.
****
Old, alcoholic
Fool.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
It started in
Unbelievable hardship.
It wasn't a fairy tale.
I never rode in on
My white horse
And swept you off your feet.
I was completely empty inside
As a fantastic ship with
No direction,
Lost at sea,
Hoping for some beacon of light.
You blinded me from
Across the room.
I never noticed your beauty.
We were drunk,
Talkative,
Intrigued.
Over time I came to
Admire you dearly.
My heart bursting
With beatific possibilities,
With confusion,
With hesitance.
I didn't want to
Hurt you, and especially
Didn't know if I could lose someone.
I waited for you.
Knew there was no one
More wonderful
To be with
In this world.
Sad as it is for I
The hero of this story,
I Cared for you
So deeply
I didn't interlope.
You were happy
And that made me feel
A strange mix of
Joy and jealousy.
Despite our struggles
To find our golden place
In the world,
I wouldn't have done anything
Any differently.
You are the other
Half of my soul
That keeps me balanced
And most importantly happy.
You are the home for my
Thoughts,
Dreams,
For my love.
I think of the million
Ways you make me happy,
Praying I can return
Even a little.
You are my home,
My guiding light.
My best friend,
My love of my life.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
I knew you before we ever met.
I felt our feelings,
Ruminated over our thoughts.
I clung to our convictions,
Was crucified for our flaws.
I didn't write for you,
Yet was delighted
When you understood.
I gave you my hard copy,
Creased down the middle and bent from nervous energy,
Typed twenty-six point font
(These drunk eyes of mine strained for less).
You gave me your hard copy.
I never saw it coming.
Neatly kept,
Typed with handsome typewriter slab serif.
Bursting with honesty,
That person-to-person
Truth that I value over all.
The occasional typo
Revealed to me the process,
The ecstatic pleasure in creation
That I've felt before.
You on your typewriter,
I in marker on the window's glass canvas.
The next night
We joined you for drinks and for good company.
Talked poems,
Talked Whitman,
Talked dumb society,
Talked records.
In drunken elation seven true hearts
Howled to heaven,
Played music,
Performed clumsy art.
I had more drinks.
Relished the night
Shared with kindred souls.
The night went on.
You asked for your coat,
Which I mechanically retrieved.
Stepped out and into the cold
With no coat of my own.
As you nervously lit your cigarette,
I knew something
Was amiss.
"It's nothing."
That's how I knew,
It was everything.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
tripping
over the edge
scratching vinyl
low bass lines
steady beat
plush carpeted floor
to my right
plaster beneath my feet
drywall landing pad
eat words
truth digested
no meaningful inward journey
cold shuddering empty room
no food
fridge empty for days
trapped
ceiling racing
collision course with floor
jump into desk
latent in my cupboard
no awakening
up for thirty hours
weeping in frustration
no food
ecstatic with mediocrity
Yes! Yes!
follow the ant
it knows
primeval secrets
internal truths
shopping lists
a thousand regrets
a thousand ******
clamoring rooftop
puddles
sweet nectarine sky
tangerine tomorrows
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
Where are
The ecstatic saxophones that
Slung forth swank slurs of
Beauty,
The *** *** ***
Bass lines,
The snaps and snares and the
Sweet rhythm of the Night?
Music had character
And minds followed, in following
Soared.
There were no glittery vampires,
No prepubescent
Brother boy bands.
Soulful crooners never
Warbled over Alejandro,
Or the boots with the fur, with the fur.
We wrote letters and shared thoughts and ideas
And convictions.
There was no need for the techno
Middleman
To wrap our
Real thoughts in LOLs
To make opening
Up to another
More efficient.
Mass media
Gluttony drowns
America till I strain and struggle
Only to barely stay afloat
In this sea of apathy.
But you won't buy and sell my soul.
I'm not going to
Be your
Consumptive,
Quiet,
Couldn't-care-less,
I won't get in the way,
And I won't raise my voice,
Good American,
2.5 children,
Christian,
Conserva-libera-publi-crat,
Self-centered, Illiterate, Ignorant
Sheep
Only to follow the power.
**** no,
I'm mad as hell;
I want to leave the next generation
A world where
You can confess your
Love and be a man or
Love another man and have
Basic human rights, and it all
Starts in your
Mind
And your
Expression thereof.
It's the saccharine pop
Culture that has
Made free-thought unfashionable, a crime.
Art is
Revolution.
Hang
Up,
Log
Out,
Unplug and just look
At what you've let the
World become in
Letting yourself be
Little more than
A faceless source
Of merciless dollars.
Wrest free our
Culture from the
Calamitous and indifferent
Claws of rampant capitalism.
Express yourself or submit,
Stand up for a free America.
I will not be sold.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
Sweet old woman
Two small boys
Hand-in-hand
"Only step on the dark ones"
Midsummer leaves
Under angelic sandals
Step!
Step!
Step!
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
There is a pit where
Certainty once sat;
How can we turn away
From such Terror?
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 11:00 PM UTC