Was there yesterday & the Day before Fresh, dark Maroon Scarlet Will not dry Pooled in certain Spots Caked on thistles Here & there Sunlight hits it Around 730 Glistens Moonlight illuminates Glows Beckons Promises Everyday finding Curiosity is a burning midnight wick Must know Have to Come and find out Lurking Beating Flowing Dripping Just beyond those clump of trees... .. . . .. ... . .
I recognize this vast Sensuous sea I find myself in Been here before Swimming paradox Within myself Those seas were Black then The only color Was the reflection Of The Moon Now I see it differently Hues of green Sunrises Bring about orange Waves of red Yellow Fishes I never noticed Salty sprays Upon my lips In purple And blue Sea horses Sea turtles The hammerhead I see it all now A storm Ahead Lightning reflects Upon the water Like God Dripping mercury Into the water
Only in the darkness Does one truly feel alive Eyes open wide The light burning for it to please please Go away . Some live the day in the fake clawing in all intensified Back to take me cavernous Darkness Staring at walls All hours of the night waiting for something anything To come through . 'Take me with you...' 'I'm going on ahead,' they say in all the cold, watching them get smaller and smaller Until finally out of view Leaving you in the dark where you wanted to be in the first place...
In the game of love It isn’t who races the fastest To get to you who wins ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, But the one who stays While all the others Leave After the race Is over...
See you so far ahead The curvature of the earth You leave in your wake We Are on the same map Same course now Using the same wind Under the same stars To Navigate to
One day I’ll board Your vessel Tie off a line to the Steerage & Let it take us anywhere We want In this life or the next Our coordinates Will line up
We’d fought all afternoon via text After a decent good morning ‘Such and such saw you on Instaface’ I tell her she’s full of **** and she sends me a screenshot with ‘Don’t bother coming home.’
Not even gonna bother Just take my time Take pictures of my junk & Send them to that married woman across town and ask her if I can Drop by ‘I got my kids...maybe another time.’ The Liquor Store Come home & Hear the tv on, see her Out of the corner of my eye She’s hidden the wine opener But I got the $7.50 twist off Cabernet And the Silent Treatment goes on Till 10pm or so Like I care to makeup & She starts in on me Like She’s so innocent With the ***** calls she told me About The guys she used against me The one she was supposed to delete but kept around on another Social media ‘I don’t have anything for him...’ Just pictures of your ******* It’s how you got me It’s how you get them all It’s how I do it too
We were built for pretty For Selfies For posting up Our food Our drinks Our lives That seem better than others But not for love Not for our souls Just for pretty
The remembrance synapsed the bliss... Surpassed the kiss Of elegance Transfixed in emotions In Motion That we’d seen But never felt And yet I miss your kisses Esp the fake ones unintended For me...
What’s so intense is that 100 years From now Everyone you see today Will be dead
Hell You might meet someone today That’ll drive left of center A week from now While playing on their phone And die in a head-on crash Taking a number of souls With them ...it happens
For others It’ll take years Hatred Love Reconciliation Comebacks Loneliness Dying a thousand deaths Beating pavement Wishing Waiting Hoping
And in that last 5 minutes You’ll still stare at the doorway Wanting a miracle That’ll never come
It’s just death knocking At your door And your tired Worn out body Will finally answer it
What’s funny is that when he Held her Truly forgot everything Put down the embossed Confinement of Work Life Deadlines
Kissed her ear
She tasted like his first Ice cream cone Vanilla
The melted cream in Summer’s heat Sticky over his fingers
They swam in night time Waters Wet from themselves Watched the moon Come out Of the Sea of Japan
Fought bravely in wars They knew nothing about Tended to each other’s wounds Toasted with $7 wines Goaded each other to Jump off of Cliffs Balconies The Edge of the World & Loved like no other
Thing of it is: All of this madness Drunkenness Nightmarish requisites Emblazoned pasts Ego driven wired infantile Screaming fire breathing Snakes in the grass Forest fire Tsunami Earth scorched Man... Can be tamed Forever . By only one soul One touch One fire One Vermont Cabin in the Woods
I’m tired My body is tired All I want to do is sleep My soul has been dragged through The streets Being stomped on, spit on, set ablaze By everyone I’ve wronged They put me in vines Over time Over growth I just become another Piece of the forest…
Guess I wasn’t supposed to have an outlet To write… No where to light a fire once the lust for words Compelled.. Not even a walk into the prison courtyard Without being asked ‘Who is this? Who is she?’ Caged butterfly of insecurities Drunk tigers what we became Now we’re just deleted pictures With nothing to show Like we never existed And all of our memories are 4 layers down At the landfill Where they belong….
It’s amazing how the world keeps spinning even though it’s ‘smartest’ inhabitants are going thru a calamity...suns still set, animals walk freely, oceans still churn currents, stars explode every night... . This world would be a literal heaven without humans... .
In today’s instant Hookup Society Where everybody gets laid & Played The *** can be free & Anonymous
She was the only one The only one I’d throw my phone away For & Communicate with smoke signals If I had to & Call her from a pay phone Just to hear her lovely Voice
What’s needed is a good cold rain Wash away the winter Wash away the day Wash away the inevitable Alleviate the pain
What’s needed is a good cold rain Submit to the stream Submit do not go against the grain Submit all night Submit all day
What’s needed is a good cold rain Mix with the leaves of yesterday Mix today with springtime vein Mix muddy with sunny Sometime today
What’s needed is a good cold rain Say goodbye to the winter Say hello to the splinters Say my name just once more And I’ll Wash myself away Submit to going away Mix tears in moonlight Say you’ll miss me ‘See you again...someday’
Where are the poets, the activists, intellectual front lines during these times? . Voices of reasons, stokers of flames, calmer of storms . Let it be not in celebrities, athletes, talk show hosts... . Bring about change thru words. Wisdom. Leaders of Rhetoric, for if not, we will be doomed by legions of the privileged and martyred deaths will never be avenged, abandoned by time...Violent ends without ever beginning! . Come about oh ye Stokely Carmichael’s of this age, Abbie Hoffman’s of the Suburbs, let YOUR VOICES BE HEARD!!! . Protesters need you! This time, this place, this nation that’s so *******, who’s wound is wide and bleeding profusely... .
In All sincerety Modesty Accolades And so on so forth
I hope you find a singular Voice Underneath all that rubble Of life That single Spark in the forest That brings it all down The gold brick In the Great Wall Titanium pebble In the Saharas Extinct prehistoric fish Swimming freely in the Aegean I hope you find Your voice Your stature Your lungs Your foothold Amongst the selfish selfies The boss The Instafaces Greedy Nonchalants Unenigmatic Drunkards and Takeaways You’ll know them You’ll break Bread with them You’ll dance with them When you’re younger Know when to get up from The table And feast upon yourself
‘I’ll make you feel like you’re closing a cell behind you for 10 to 14 hours a day… ‘I’ll give you an hour at home for eating when you get home… Then you’ll be so tired there’ll be nothing .. ‘I’ll age you rapidly.. ‘I’ll make you feel rundown for loyalty .. ‘I’ll message you on what vacation I give you …demanding an answer by the end of the day’ ‘I’ll make the years go by like weeks… ‘I’ll make you lie there staring at the ceiling …at 4am, wondering why you have to do this again…today..’ ‘I’ll give you just enough to get by and make the bills pile up…’ ‘I’ll make the weekends go by like they’re part of the week..’ ‘I’ll give you the false sense in your head …that you love it here.’ Remember that
You ask me to call on you Sometime To never forget About us & I ask you how you want to Remember ‘Tell me of our memories... ‘The way you know how... She says The way I know how ‘You say it so beautifully... ‘Your Words... ‘I wish I could stay... Just remember Our laughter & Our pain
The tears mixed with the rain That’s where I’ll be With you Once again
I smelled it first early in the morning, Just waking up Filling my nostrils The smell of strawberries... Fresh, just beyond, unmistakable, Then again around noon on my hands... Brushed my hair back and once again Strawberries Filled the room... No lotions Candles Or even the fruit was around And I remembered someone I loved once Oh how she loved her strawberries ‘It’ll always remind me of you...’ . 10 at night Message came in from my sister ‘Did you hear about...’ ‘I’m so sorry...’ That someone who loved her strawberries Was gone The night before had taken her . Guess she wanted to be around me one last time...
Just as lovely as I remember... Erasing a thousand days with it... Making 46 minutes seem like 2... This spell you have over me Will never wilt Will never know a winter Will always have a sunrise Rising from out of an ocean Your voice Beautiful woman Spell over me...