I want to dance, to this music
This music you can’t hear
I want to writhe in ecstasy
With this beat you just ignore
I feel it pound through my veins
It’s the thrum, the hum
The rhythm of our world
That mysterious chime
Just past your thoughts
Floating deep inside
Down where it’s dark
Down where you and I
We’re just animals
It’s the primitive clash
Of survival versus intellect
It’s a cacophony of power
Natural and produced
It’s the heartbeat of humanity
And I revel in its song.
Come dance with me?
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
We’ve never touched
But god how I feel
Your hands all over my skin
The smooth glide of your kiss
Along the column of my throat
Feel your body
Pressed tightly to mine
Your very presence
Scalds me
It’s palpable, pleasurable
Painful
Like everyone else is a whimper
And you’re the gale force wind
It’s a mania, an obsession
Thoughts of you spiraling
Up and around, in and out
Caressing my every moment
Like the lover I need you to be
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Did we just become
The faces of another lost generation
Caught between the crumbling walls
Of an economy built from the top down
And a rising tsunami in the ever expanding
Sea of technology, of the now, the hip,
The “must haves” ignorant of the unsustainable
Broken nature of our very souls
We drift like paper boats
Doomed to be capsized by the very waters
That keep us buoyant, floating free
We are the information junkies
Plugged in and tuned out
Of the real, the tangible
Riding high on the fruits of a digital age
Run rampant
Like addicts the world around
We will crash, we have to
Because eventually there isn’t
A fix big enough to keep us up
And from there we have no place to go
No place to go but down
Free fall
Plummeting straight to the hell
We built ourselves, stick by brick
Because through our inaction
Our distraction
Evil men, greed subsumed
Stripped our world, our land, our skies and seas
And what was left but hell on earth
So what now?
Do we take the plunge?
Sink our ships and rend our wings
Fall back to earth, wash up on shore
Open our eyes to see what’s left
What might be salvaged?
Or do we fly higher, reach further
And hope to heaven
We can fix our wings before they melt
Which is right? Which is illusion?
Which can save us in the end?
God, I wish I knew.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
The words as the blend
As they bend
As they move through each other
Producing sounds almost soporific
And saying everything
Without saying anything in particular
Strokes on a page
That give way to the death of ideas
And the birth of infinities
We are their chess pieces
Moving, dancing the patterns
Never aware of the plan
Of the greater game at hand
Flies in the webs
We weaved ourselves
Caught by our own humanity
In the lies we tell
To get through the day
To save those we loved
From the burdens we think
We must bear alone
The simple burden of being alive
Of taking every breath into our lungs
And continuing the cycle
The wheel turns.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
You say “The rain is not my friend”
But how do you figure that?
It falls on your head and mine alike.
It does not judge or pretend
To laugh at your jokes.
It is both cruel and kind,
Giving and devastating,
But it’s not personal, I promise.
It doesn’t see class or color
Or the number in your bank account
It won’t worry you about
Fitting into those new pants
Or finding the perrrrr-fect shoes
It will be there when you are happy
And dancing
Also when you are broken
And crying
In fact I think...
The rain may be the very best of friends
A human like us could have.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
Home’s this feeling I carry in my chest
It’s warm and kind, it’s my sisters’ smiles
It’s my mother laughing till she cries
The smell of pipe smoke and brown dirt
And the roots of the ivy clinging there
It’s feeling the rain’s kiss on skin
And the crinkle of a book page
It’s screaming and dreaming with friends
New and old alike
It’s searching and finding
And sometimes never knowing why
It’s heart break and grace under fire
It’s tinged yellow and blue
It’s broken and fixed anew
Home is an embrace from the universe
Letting me know I can make it through
That I can make it okay
One way or another
It’s finally understanding I am good
Good enough for this world
That’s what home is for me.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
Sitting here
Listening to the poetry
Of your inhale
Dreaming up possibilities
And improbabilities
Looking beyond horizons
And the skies of reasons
Your eyes like the fires
That burn in the hearts
Of all the children
The poets, the players, the actors
And every day dreamer
Wondering at the wandering
We all seem to engage in
What are we looking for
And where do we find it?
How do we define it?
What’s in a reality?
Who decides it?
Is it you, is it me
Is it that shadow clad they
Who loom over every second
Policing our every blink
Our every ******* thought.
Never a moment without them
Can’t we just find peace
And the beauty of time
Ideas and ideals racing,
Flashing like demented disco lights
On and off, on and off
Chaos and the whirlwind of feelings
And then
You exhale.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Dreams of flying, softly chasing
Round my head ever pacing
Voices lifted, if only screaming
For redemption never given
Hearts that hide behind blue eyes
Weep for wrongs, they’ll never do
In a world where black and white
Are used to hide the luminescence
Of every color ever given
To every rainbow cried by heaven
The transcendental meditations
On human kind’s every notion
To learn what makes greatness fall
And whispered secrets come alive
When lies are right instead wrong
And forever only lasts so long
When justice served, serves no purpose
Save to fuel sick schadenfreude
Can three words make a difference
Be they “I love you”
…Or “Leave me be”
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
I’m handing you a precious thing
It may have a few dents or dings
I apologize for its damaged state
It’s been through a lot as of late
With a gentle kiss or two
I’m sure it’ll be good as new
Can you see the way it shines
This precious, little thing of mine
I’d thought the fire’d all gone out
That was until you came about
You made me soar into the sky
Gave my bubbly flutterbys
So here I am, once again to start
Here I am handing you my heart
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
We rode on the air then
Freer than birds, and lighter than feathers
We hadn’t a care in the whole of the night
The world was a playground, a storyteller’s delight
As the embers burned low we remained by their side
Too many words to leave as our fire died
It was then we made magic, together our voices
Danced among stars, ships, and rare choices
We caught lightening with our paper planes
And did the impossible, we did the insane
As night turned to day and sunlight flew down
We lay there together, hushed, not a sound
The moment too precious to squander away
There would be time for our words to play
In the blue morning light together we stayed
Hoping, wishing, praying never to fade
We found perfection there in the dew
You and me, me and you
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC