When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashes their rivers.
This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
through God
in His perversity
unties the knot.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.
I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.
There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.
Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Christian, seek not yet repose,
Cast thy dreams of ease away;
Thou art in the midst of foes:
Watch and pray.
Canaan has for thee been won,
Christ triumphant led the way;
In His might possess thine own!
Watch and pray.
In the heavenlies see that land,
Satan would thine entrance stay;
Thou against his wiles must stand:
Watch and pray.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me
the ones who are most alive
seem the most still
behind the milky way
a shadow dances
our gaze climbs toward the stars
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
I didn't know looking at a picture of you could make me miss you so much
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
Those butterflies I once had for you are going away
I'm so sorry
Please forgive me
Please
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
Spring has come again
It's the time of the year where the girls wear the short shorts
And guys can't help but stare
The sun starts to shine
Flowers start to grow
But yet you are still here
No matter how minutes in a day
No matter how many days in a month
No matter how many months in a year
You are still here
Haunting me
Haunting my once beautiful mind
Haunting whatever else I had left
Haunting
So haunting I can't breathe without fear because somehow you will hear me
So haunting that the thought of you will give me nightmares for days
I can't live within these walls
Your walls that you have been keeping me trapped in
2 long years
2 ******* long years
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter
the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile
they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world
they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you
but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.
j.f
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC