Green grass grew where marble now lies
Teasing the past to summon old cries
Where summer dies and stars no longer seen
Appearing in mud and everything unclean
Simple waves crash upon complex shores
To wash away all the world ignores
Weathered seams and broken dreams
Unseen images and blocked sun beams
This is the story that no one told
These are the truths that make us cold
Cherish the memoirs, use what they show
Live in the moment, let the past go
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC
Slice. Suture. Repeat."
[How many times has it been now?
Three or four? Three for certain. Or maybe this is four.
Smiling is just... plastic and puzzled. Sordid, *****
..this is my face!]
"Slice. Suture. Repeat."
[Stiff. Arthritic. Brittle.
Plums taste of plaster. Chewing is almost impossible -
congealed chalky paste. Chicken or stew?
At least she is still with me. I don't remember much...]
"Slice. Suture. Repeat."
[Feeding time now requires intubation.
the scar-tissue will need to be excised again. sigh
so it was an accident, I think. Wasn't there someone... else? ]
"Slice. Suture. Repeat."
[is Everything diluted. blurry are Faces.
with me One was... I think...
I don't mind much...]
"Call it. He's gone."
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
once in a while, if the time is just right,
the space in the middle
will visit you at night.
the space in the middle.
is quantum poetry.
the space in the middle
is the space in the middle of reality.
the space in the middle,
might scare you a little.
the place in the middle.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
Up all night, bleeding the hate from my body in forms formed in my imagined imaginary worlds of discord served up on a page. For the moment, now I am free from the chains and from all that remains of my dick-hurt plastic love growing pains.
As words, verse, and liquor traverse, seep out of my pores, and my eyes become sore with the filth of **** ****** I write until nothing makes sense, until I am no longer upset, until my mind ceases to fret on past woes, split seams, and broken playground dreams.
It is within this hour, I remember to breathe. To take a look at my life and to take a look at me and remember to smile, to know that life goes on, we all hurt, but I plan to stick around and stay for awhile. The pity party packs up it's package of filth and its pained remains. The dark side of me spoke and he shook, and he opened a vein. The dark side of me overstayed his visit, tired and sick and weak from the the fray, he decays. For now, the dark side of me is fired today, and sinks back into the depths of grey from whence he came.
A per diem employee of the heart, the 'dark side of me' part, but when the heavy **** begins to start, and it all falls apart, the snakes come out to play and to **** So when your eyes start to leak, and life's feet change its beat and begins to defeat, he'll come back around when my soul is bound, he'll bang out his sounds and you'll keep him around to absorb the hate and the **** to hide it from the bright side with caution tape and help you remake.
In the end, he's a necessary evil, all pieces in harmony share your loves, your hates, your wishes, your breaks, your woo hoo's and your boo boo's. All pieces in harmony protect you, keep you sane and keep you tame, keep you in your own shoes to do what you have to, and he'll take the blame.
This is life, and for now I am alone. I once loved more than I thought I could, and with such a high, on rainbows I stood. It was too high, it was too steep, the snakes came in took it away. I fell so far, I fell so low, I fell until broke, then I fell some more. Would I do it all over again knowing the same outcome? Without hesitation. This is all.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
the flay.
With smiles and lies
and fists full of scalpels,
she opened my chest
like priests open chapels.
Grasping my heart in her fist
until it gave its last beat.
Looked in my eyes,
and dropped it at my feet.
why.
"I came here to love you, to hold you above..."
"Oh didn't you know?
That's how we say goodbye to the ones that we love."
grey.
Shuffling the pieces, applying the patches
and the verse falls to the soul,
like soot to the ashes.
cartography.
stitched the walls back together.
stitched the bandages;
stitched the cream;
I stitched and I stitched,
forever it seems.
madness.
I rock on my knees
staring at the young, in-love, and naive.
I rock till the bones in my hips fall apart,
and out falls my heart, now just a spare part.
The stitches, I suppose, were not as sound as I thought.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
How to prepare a broken heart:
For this recipe you will need to acquire,
one human heart, and pound it out flat,
blood, eight pints to ten, and boil over fire,
four months of tears should provide for the salt,
add the better part of a soul, a few good intentions,
and pinch of "it's all your fault"
now add your hopes, and add your dreams,
ground up a little warmth and some smiles,
and sprinkle it all with a dash of defeat.
disrespect, shake and repeat.
mangle, beat, and crush with your feet.
tear open your chest,
**** it all inside, right under your breast.
heat at "Hell" for as long as it takes.
baste with fear and loneliness for the time that it bakes.
you won't know when its done; it doesn't come with a timer.
Just be patient; let the torture unfold.
when all of your faith in the world has receded,
and your bright eyes go dead and defeated,
when your childish view of the world grows old,
your dish will be ready - best if served cold.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Beautiful night's sky,
a splattered canvas of light peeking at me through pinholes,
watching me..
mocking me..
wondering why I am alone.
It is too fair a picture to look at alone.
I try to stare at my feet.
All love's efforts, dreams, and hopes,
put through the meat grinder and wrapped with a bow.
Why do the stars taunt me with their judgmental eyes?
What do they know anyway?
Under these starry skies,
I used to hold her so close it hurt.
I kissed her told her everything would be ok.
Now I can't bear to look at them.
I try to stare at my feet.
Beautiful, starry sky...
Another casualty of war.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
Somewhere candlelight plays as two lovers dance
someone lights a few for a love anew or one gone askew
someone is taking a chance on a branch,
with a lit candle and poem just for you.
Somewhere someone closes their eyes
radiating love, bursting at the seams!
Somewhere someone's curiosity peeks and pries,
and hides inside your most precious dreams
Somewhere someone's hand needs yours,
longing for you in every way.
Somewhere new love has begun its course.
Somewhere someone prays you won't go away.
If you’ll take my hand now, we’ll go far
If you’ll take a chance now, and show me who you are
I will love you more than you could possibly see
If you can see yourself standing next to me
I’ll watch over you like a star above
keep you afloat on treacherous seas
Oh yes, I’ve so fallen in love . . .
I long to create worlds with you.
You dumb my tongue.
I am yours to tame, stand by you,
wash away all of your tears,
and beat up all your fears
This is me at my most vulnerable,
wishing to hold your hand for the rest of my years.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, I have lost my sense of smell.
Her scent will no longer tease my nose toward her,
I will never smell perfume, sweat, or ***
flowering aromatic recall - the strongest recall of memory is lost.
Soon, like puddles in the hot sun, she will begin to dissipate.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, I have forgotten how to see.
The sweet beautiful curves in her face,
her smile, her brilliant body, her great bright eyes,
if only I had made the time to memorize it.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, my tongue has gone dumb.
Chocolates and ash, all tastes the same.
I no longer want to eat,
it all tastes of grey.
Never again will taste her lips or her tears.
I will never say, I love you again.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, my ears can no longer find sound.
I will never be comforted by her sweet calls or pet names.
Music will no longer touch my heart.
No one will ever yell at me or sing to me.
I will never hear, "I love you" again.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, today, I have lost my ability to feel.
I will never be hugged close and snuggled.
She will never kiss me under mistletoe or on new years, or ever at all.
I will never make love again, feel her silky skin against mine, or an ******** release.
Fire cannot warm my soul anymore.
And nothing will cool the burning in my head.
I am blind, deaf, and dumb. I hear nothing. I feel nothing. I am numb.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
Trees weep for their fallen leaves
laying on bracken and brush
slowly decaying and decomposing
back to the earth from whence they came
A birch whose limbs hang low
aware of the pleasure they once brought to swinging children
that now stands still
and awaits the next winter’s
icy chill
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC