*I was fascinated by you.
The very first time I saw you.
I saw the moon falling into my hands.
The breeze kiss my lips.
Softly with the promise of springtime.
We have spent many years together now.
more than the falling leaves of autumn.
Yet still when I look
into your timeless eyes.
I see that fascination
the same one from so long ago.
Yet now
I do not know where I begin
and you end.*
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Leaves skitter as shoed feet
fall silently, wind clinging
at clothes in the death
of summer.
A once-verdant echo
sighs into place
clouds weigh heavy
warmth is savored
the grasses die
instinct stirs.
The world dies
to be renewed
in glorious flame,
changing to stay
the same.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
It just came,
Noone saw it coming,
Maybe others did but they kept quiet because they were too scared to say it,
Its effects affect all,
It brings questions and worry,
It scares everyone,
Makes all think poverty is knocking at their doors,
It breeds hopelessness because the solution seems too far to be reached
And thinking of one isn't an easy task
but all will be just fine,
Time will surely pass it on to history.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
i mine as well be wearing flip-flops forever
in this godforsaken century.
lonely man/me/or him sits at the edge of a river.
at the edge of a town,
on the edge of a rock round and called mama
/earth.
he is contemplating jazz,
no,
madness/women/& spontaneous combustion.
he leans the sun forward to touch his forehead/combust.
the man is homeless,
or this is his home,
or that van parked over there and smiling.
he balances boulders in the water,
peaked on schlitz,
contemplating birds,
no,
the blood of old age and some sort of ex-girlfriend/witch’s brew.
a malt-gut sediment.
chikee hut nap
& dreams.
this is how it is for the man/me/or him raised-up
in a single-wide or on the riverside,
with the ghost of grandaddy
& his theories on complex-costume-parties.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
loneliness is a gift
it comes without beckon
whenever we need it
don't take it so lightly
it's the only thing there
when you're feeling flighty
tip me over the edge
to the faces below
those faces which
i do not know
the only thing that remains
is that loneliness
that comforting pain
loneliness will never
abandon you in the end
never demand anything
and has plenty to lend
loneliness is a comrade
it feels just like you
incessantly sad
if you send it away
perhaps you won't miss it
but it'll come back the same day
if only you need it
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
Spin me like a broken record
Hear the same notes, scratch, repeat
Does it thrill you to know my rythm?
Does it please you to know my pattern?
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
Images emerge
This scarred
Twisted
Fallen vision
Remove
Send out the signal
A rebirth
Day to day
Our life and death
Fissioned from the lonely soil
Of a few weeks ago
We just got by
Favored towards forgiveness
Caged love by night
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I'll never forget the look on your face.
I'll never forget that phone call at 7pm.
You nudged my arm and by the look in your eyes I could tell something was wrong.
"Uncle Markie is dead."
Four words that should never be in the same sentence.
The first thing you say to me is, "how do we tell her?"
My eyes filled with tears and they wouldn't stop falling.
This was the first time that my father;
The man who has always has the answer,
The one with the key to fix everything,
Didn't know what to do.
I didn't know what to do.
How can you tell your mother that her brother, her best friend is dead?
I'll never forget how she tried to run away.
She kicked and screamed and cried.
There was nothing I could do to fix it.
She kept saying, "it's not true, it's not true, how did it happen?"
My dad and I looked at each other
How do you tell someone that their brother took his own life,
Because he couldn't bare living life any longer?
I had to be the one to tell you,
I wish I could take it back.
Because seeing your mother break before your very eyes does something to you.
My uncle took a piece of me with him.
I'm still hoping for the day when I can be whole again.
But I don't think that will ever happen.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
I enjoy distance
Long drives with no destination
Music blaring, miles growing
I enjoy distance
Long walks to nowhere
The peace calms my restless soul
I enjoy distance
Little steps each day
Away from difficult situations
I enjoy distance
Between people and places
And me
I enjoy distance
It gives perspective
Emancipation
I enjoy distance
I also enjoy coming home
When distance has run its course
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
*When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.*
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC