The triangle ate himself into a circle
Because people told him he was too square
And they meant the informal definition
So he kept eating to change his shape
He added a few pounds that multiplied his weight
But that didn't help
He wanted to be wondrous
Why couldn't he have been a rhombus
Why couldn't he have been born into a parallelogram family
I saw him sulking in the fact he was half the diagram
I told him he needed to go on a diet
And strengthen himself  into a pyramid
And only then would his base be the foundation
Of the family
He has always wanted

You were standing in the corner
Of my eye

I heard you rambling on
About the reasons why
You changed

You were a year of seasons
Ending in a cold December

How I missed your summer face

Before it would Fall in Autumn

You used to have Spring in your step

That seems to have disappeared
And while you were standing in the corner
Of my eye

It rained

Drawing flies

Sinking in the deepest of ****
Feeding your maggots
So you could survive
When you wish you could die
Instead of live

Drawing flies

Smelling like ****
You sink deeper into it
Developing habits

Drawing flies

Feeding your maggots
Breeding your lies
On rotten garbage

You wish could die
But some how you manage
Looking like ****
Sinking into its damage

You're Drawing flies
When you should've flushed the toilet
You went for a ride

Now your living in the sewer
Smelling like manure

You wanted die
Maybe you should do it

Because your drawing flies
And the tears you cry
Just won't wash away
Everything your doing

You're drawing flies
Living in the sewage
***** in a lie
And its too late to try
Because you're just a guy
Who **** on his life

And stepped into the image

I could write another bite on your neck
And sink my words like fangs
Into your flesh
What would it mean
To you this time
After everything I've said
The way I've danced with alphabets
And letters fancied in dress
I could watch the blood pour down
The piercings over the drool I left
What would it mean to you
All that you've read
I've poured a glass of consonants
Over some ice cold vowels
And stirred it with my pen
You drank it all
And now you're a mess
Stumbling around a drunken wreck
Still taking shots of paragraphs
The bottle is empty I tell you
You're high on the cheap stuff
I should have warned you
You're going to throw it all up

Cold falls
Into October's jaws
It couldn't stay warm
For longer than forever

We were

Thoughts of the
Winter
Apart
From the face it kissed
On earth

Bound to the heavens
Or hell it could
Be hot

As the body drops
Temperatures
Tears dry up

And cold falls
Into heavens paws
Or hell it could
Be claws

Thoughts of winter
A heart
Shivers
In thoughts delivered
By a hand

      Gone

Is the summer
Burned in a lovers arms
It couldn't stay
Longer than forever

We were

Cold and purple lips
One last kiss
For the recklessness
Of snowfall

In the jaws of October
Frozen in the clocks
Of hopelessness and
Each other

We shall freeze in forever
Longer than
We were

This evil
Creeps into the heads

Spreading cancers as evolution
Evolving to death

**** demons
           Following men

While the devil dances with their women

This evil creeps
& crawls into skin
Slicing babies
& dicing their limbs

For the root of all evils
Shares in our sin
In generations of children
To what have they learned

Life so precious
It could be sold for worth
Trafficking disgust perverted
& birthed

This evil
Devouring flesh
Possessing the news
Where the truth is dead

It lives in our leaders
In each other it spreads
It denies our Jesus
And our way to be his

This evil
You feel in bed
When you think about
How you act
& what you did

Could you ever forgive
Like our God always has
For this evil
We submit to
When given the chance

I met a girl
That said she lived
On the inside of the moon

Under all the dust
And Moonrocks
Lived the gold locks
Of my girl

She's from another world
That believes in love
And glows a reflection
Of a star

She lives inside of the moon
I'm looking at it now

I know she's in there
Dying her gold hair purple
Because she's not from around here
And she never wants to be

Anywhere else

She loves the outer space
And inside the moon
She stays away
From here

With her eyebrows pierced
Just like her lips
She takes me on trips
Inside the moon
Where

She lives

As we kissed
In the moondust
The cosmic dripped
               Lunar lifts
Under the surface
Of the moons
Purpose for our
                Fetish

I dyed my hair blue
And left the earth
To be with her inside
The craters
Cherished

Inside the moon
There was a home
Made

For us

Turning out the lights
Pulling the covers of sleep
Over the eyes
Staring into the black
Colored thoughts arrive
In visions of dreams
That reality never has
Snuggling pillows
Is better than the lover
You used to have
Keep your eyes closed
You don't need another hope
To die alone
Fold your hands
Hang your head on the rope
Of loneliness
Your dream is gone
And so are you
Turn the lights out
And float in the hope
That someday
Love is more
Then than pain it scarred

Blue moon
You used to be silver last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

My broken hearted moon
You were so bright last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

Moon

I just want you to know
I feel it too

On the poetic hills
Of love

We ride along

   Pushin'
Fighting

       For the world

We're building the strength

For it
    To fall

So we could get back up again
                                   And love
On the poetic hills
         Of bacchanal

Partys
    and
          Laughter

              In alcohol

Naked under our clothes

We ride along

   Pushin'
Fighting

       For the world

We're going to be strong
When everything goes wrong

And smile
When everyone is back
      In eachothers arms

While she puts on
Those poetic heels of love

We ride along

Pushing and fighting
      For mother earth

On the poetic heels of femme fatale

We write along


    we
          write
                       along

On the poetic hills
                        of love…





















ride.

If i had your hand
If i had your endless kiss
If i wasnt such a buffoon

I'd have a sunny afternoon

If i had your love
If i had this dance
If i hadn't blown my chance

If i had your smile
If i had your embrace
If i wasn't such a goon

I'd have a sunny afternoon

If i had your desire
If i had your eyes
If i wouldn't have let love die

If i still had you
Under my moon

I'd have a sunny afternoon

Ghost
In my head
Shrieking around and pulling plugs
All my circuits

Run
       So wild

I hear techno
Synthesized
And my eyes
Turn circles
Inside out
Ghost in my blood
Pulmonary pulling
My lungs
Breathing so wild
Beating my drums
All my circuits
Running wired
Dancing on Red Bulls
And I'm still tired
I'm so scared
Ghost in my head
Whispering anesthesia
Chanting sacred words
Hallucinations
Form apparitions
Under my bed
Ghost in my invitation
Boo I love you
But I'm better off dead
Ghost in my
Ghost in my blood
Shrieking in love
Running through walls
All my curses

Run
So wild

I hear techno
Giorgio Moroder
74 is the new 24
In my graveyard
Of pulley bones
Ghost in my
Ghost in my
Head
Shrieking in dimensions
Of dementia and demons
All my purposes

Run
So wild

I hear technologics
Advancing over
Common sense
Ghost in my
Ghost in my
Machine
My head
My misery
All my senses

Run
So wild

I hear energy
Making me tired
Shrieking invisible
Fires of miserable
Wires short circuiting
Ghost in my peripheries
On the edge of mysteries
Blowing in ghastly winds
All my fears

Run
So wild

I'll hear anything
Ghost in my ear
I hear techno
Glowing light sticks
Ghost
In my head
Whispering

I'd be better off dead

Foraging
Through the atmospheric
Forest green
I found the fruit and vegetable
Of nourishment
On a cloud shaped tree
There it was dangling
In the star lit morning
Under my conscious dream

While I floated outside of my being

Answers for the cancers
That mauled and screamed
Cures for the homosaphien
Strength for the weak
I filled my basket
And both my cheeks
I saw the future standing
On the passing steets
Directing the traffic
That ran over me
I began to wake up
And lose what I'd seen
So I grabbed my pen
And recollected
This memory

#9
Number nine
Down the spine
Of sublime algorithms
And unconscious mimes
Picking at the brain
With a vultures dine
Dinner for nines
Times nine
81 times
I eight one
It tasted like knives
Where was my dream
Of honey bee hives
Replaced by a scheme of numbers
Beelined
Foraging
Through the atmospheric
Forest darkening
Searching for a light
That could shed some sight for me
I found some fireflies
Floating in the iris eyes
Thankfully hoping
They could lead me to Jesus Christ
#9
Number nine
I woke up to the scene of crime
I saw me in the mirror
Gulity of living life
Forgive me for sinning
Of everyday and time
I was just out foraging
For something encouraging
And found many things
Multiplied
#9
Number nine
Oh! How I'm
A victim
Of my own demise

Old man
Old heart

Stuck in his old ways
Losing his good days

Old man it's too late
to be loved

Olden
Golden

Youth has stolen
Your daze
Your eyes are blurry
Old and worried

While wrinkles cover your face

Old man turning gray
Old heart slowing pace
She'll never love your gray

Old man it's too late
To be loved

Old man
Old hands

Time has taken away
Any chance for your past...


To change -


Stuck in your old ways
Losing your good days

Old man
It's too late

To be loved

Fairy tales
Are hard to achieve
But we could make our own story
If you'd just believe

Pixie dust isn't something we need
For true love is the potion
We need to achieve

If I sprinkle some of you
On top of me
Imagine the possibilities

A fairy once told me a tale
About a man in love with a female

Yet she denied the magic
And his heart fell tragic

Because the only that happened
Was the reality he got stabbed with

Where is this beholder of the eye
Beauty seen by
While ugly is faced with the lie
There is a beholder somewhere
Who would love the inside
Searching but we cannot find
The right makeup of perfect couture
And design
Carve me a face sculpted like my mind
Shape me a heart like a lovers Valentine
Behold me the eye
Of beauty
Someone
That could love mine

On the fourth of
Jewel eyes
Red in her blue
Whites
Turquoise diamonds
Exploding in the skies
I'm in love with my country
She makes me feel loved
When I wave my flag
I'll pay the tax
If you stab my back
When I stand for the Anthem
When the fires crack
And the m-80s blast
I kiss her face
Of the fourth of
Jewel's eyes
Such a lovely patriot
Proud of our Nation
American tasty pie
Red in her blue
Whites
I'm in love with my country
When I stare in her lovely
Jewel eyes

Kissing the moonlight
      Her soft cotton lips
      Struck me in red

Rubbing against my neck
        Glowing luminescent

The scent of the sky
           Was in my bed
           Acting innocent

Time wasn't there
     Until he barged in

Stealing those kisses away
                             Burning sun

What I held in my arms
                Under the stars
Was a temporary space

Another universe
          Milky in way

Couldn't I go back in the moment
                                      In my memory

Through a black hole
             Of outer space

Kissing the moonlight
       On her cotton face

I'm just an astronaut
              Floating away

How much distance
              Can you take

  Her beams are so soft
They treat me like skin
Like the wind of a woman
                  Blowing through
                  Sun rays

  You can find me in orbit
Where you wouldn't stay

I'm just a cosmic masculine

Floating in the humans
           Infinitesimal race

Kissing the moonlight
On the soft of her face

Unto her cottons lips
                               I fade…

I'm a sucker
For red lips
Curved hips
Red hair
And big ..

Yes

You guessed
I'm a sucker
For brunette
High heels
And a tight dress

Yes
       You bet

I love blondes
            And wet
Lingerie and ***
The softness of a woman
And the smell of her scent

I'm sucker for it

Female and kiss
Her long nails
And breast
Whispering in my ear
Her soft voice saying..

Yes

Something for the night
A whiskey bottle
Jazz
Some deep bass
Candlelight
Something to twist your feet
Slide pull
A little closer
And leave
Something for the night
To remember
That song in the guitar
That old saxophone
Belting tones and exploding them
Shooting stars
A comet with a fiery tale
Blazing upon the atmosphere
Leaving a trail
Like a musical note
Floating in your ear
Something for the night
Could be what you hear
When the sounds penetrated
They entered the brains stem
They pounded a dope beat
With a dope drum
And it pounded continuously
Into my cranium
Something for the night
When the night came
There was a magical existence
Of a phenomenon appearing
Out of thin air
Another whiskey bottle
I can still hear the jazz
Tugging on my ear lobe
Molesting my hands
The way she wraps around me
When the song began
Something for the night
To have

The glass reflected
Figures inbetween *******
And sipping
The room curved along a wine
Background
Capturing laughs
In the sounds of gossip
Echoing
No one in this room
Would even mention God
However they worshiped many
As they planned murders
And counted pennies
A piano played in the distance
It was an old tune but nobody listened
They were too busy foraging
For an opportunity to be their savior
Like a hungry pack of wolves
Knashing their teeths razors
Only the wrong kind of love circulated
Shook hands and instigated
Evil wrapped in the arms of scoundrels
And their words defecated on each others ears
As God listened in on their plans
They didn't know he was there
No one could see him
He was invisible
Yet if he showed his face they still would not have recognized him
God left the room and not one journalist could have written about his attendance
What they wrote was a different order
A subliminal narrative of sorcery
That would be fed to the gullible
And fatten the lost uneducated illogicals
So many that followed were thirsty and hungry
And they circled about like a pack of hyenas
With evil laughter in their mouths
The moon wasn't even full
This was the new normal
As they conquered the world

Time
Is in the valley
Of deception
And we peruse
His face ticking
Perceptions
He is the master
To our slaving over
Every minute
We desire
More than our creator
Time
Orbits every spaces
Surface
Every matter
In every purpose
It passes age
With galactical rotations
Spinning in different directions
Obeying laws of obedience
Ticks and tocks walk across
Numbers in calender socks
Every wrist displaying a watch
So we know what to obey
When it looks at us back

I grew a flower
It sits on the table
In a vase with water

It took so much time to grow
To watch it wither so slow

Each petal fallen
Watches my wrinkled skin

Which one of us will fight
To the end

I never knew success
I heard she was quite the celebrity
I've always wanted to dance

But she never wanted any of me

I can only fantasize
About her lovely lips
I could only dream of a passionate kiss

Success and I
A warm embrace
And staring at her beautiful face

She's just a dream I love to dream
But I've never known her

And I've heard she's the best

But I've never known success
The only girl I've ever known is

              Loneliness

The night was velvet
Goose bumps arrived
While nails slide across the chalkboards
Habit

Screeching
Everone was reaching
For their eardrums
                     Grabbin'

And I was sittin in the middle of this scene
Sandwhiched

I took out my note pad
And started scribblin
              Some scrabble
And here is what I wrote
In the bibble of my babble
~

The night was velvet
Soft in deep colors
And I was visually drowning
In the sea of misunderstanding
With the rest of the others

They wanted me to describe
The drastic destiny of why
We are all here

And when will we all die

On the last night you remembered
                            The night was velvet

The touch that affected you different
You felt that moment

The purpose of you being
Was alive in the breath you spoke
And when you spoke it
You said you'd die

When the life around you exploded

I couldn't question the answer
So I answered the question
Life is just a history of  lesssons

To test your knowledge of learning
What the gift is

And you've learned
The night was velvet

A soft downey skin
Tufted along the fabric of life in sin

When will this all end
As the goosebumps spark fear
In my head hoping I'm not accountable
For everything I did

I think about all I have read
And hope that it is adequate

But I feel the only thing that I've learned

Is...

The night was velvet

My masquera drips
Onto sticky lips
Colored black and red
They mix with tears of death
And losts breaths
They ran
All my make up
And messy break ups
I can't stand
I'm a broken man
My lipsticks
Hold my head
All my makeup smears
With a womans tears
My face is mirrored
What do I look like now
An unpainted growl
I'm a dog
Beat down
All of my make up
Tears of a clown

A small wind blew over my doldrum skin
As I laid there in erosion

Withering back to the dust I came from

Each day another break from my face
Another shed of human remains
Is giving into the future

The creeping take of time
Follows behind the sun in a cosmic circle

The rise of morning
The fall of night
My blood flows through the encounter of life

I stay here breathing more destiny
Inside my coffin of fate
I'm still unsure of where am I

~

I'm still unsure of where am I
Inside my coffin of fate
I stay here breathing more destiny

My blood flows through the encounter of life
The fall of night
The rise of morning

Follows behind the sun in a cosmic circle
The creeping take of time

Is giving into the future
Another shed of human remains
Each day another break from my face

Withering back to the dust I came from

As I laid there in erosion
A small wind blew over my doldrum skin

Poetry is..
My battered heart
And broken brain

My soul on a stick burning pain

Poetry is..
My tears ink
My blood flow
My lungs breath

Everything my eyes see

Poetry is.. all

It's all of me

In every angle
In every thing

Poetry is..
The song I sing

The notes I read
The cuts I bleed
Its the love I please

Poetry is..
The world

             I live
          To be

The soft sounds of quiet
Whispers of elm and violet

I could only imagine
The smell of fires

And the look of flames
With their cotton skins
Crackling

Each pop tracing embers
Into the skies thought

The stars laughing at my art
Grasping for another color

I dip my pen in the water
And sink my thoughts in an otter
Only to find out
It was a muskrat

I've never seen one before now
They sure make beavers look much bigger
Than on TV

In all my gaze
I watched a steelhead pass by my bait
That beautiful red
Left me in moss
And silent breaths

And by the way
This isn't a poem

But I wrote it any way
As a reminder
Why words gather
Blackberries
And the way they pierce
The fingers poking
With their thorny vines
Leaving blood on poetry sites

All these thoughts on fire
The smoke dissipates
As the coals get hotter

Now the wood is almost gone
The melted frame of my bottle
Reminds me what is left

The emptiness of heat
The turning cold
And why you bothered to read
The scroll

Your welcome
Said thank you for coming
But there is one last warning

I can erase
Every word placed
Anything that says
What was written on my face

I can take away the metaphors
And close the opened doors
Of my minds endless complaints

I can delete
Every avenue and every street
Each and every word
That slips through my teeth

Every drop that drips from my ink
I can delete
Faster than you can think
Quicker than you can read
And evaluate my poetry
In what it lacks or needs

I can delete
The nature of this beast
Before it has a chance to eat
What my pen tried to feed

I have that freedom
To delete em
To trash them in a can
And leave em

I can delete
this plastic poem
And it just might
Self destruct at your feet
In your home

Perhaps you resent this
And the power of my emphasis

I can delete it all
While you question my mark
With exclamations
Inside my parentheses

I can delete it all
With no worries to fall
On the dead horse
Beaten once more

To a pulp

We just want to be loved
Like our God
   From alone
   And darkness
We just want to be shone
   A light in this world
A heart to be hugged
We just want to be loved
Like our God
              For us
The gift of his Son
   Eternal salvation
     Together as one

We just want to be loved

We are

post me a poem
about the passion you feel

make me cry
love

and die in your words


nevermore a ravens quoth

post me an oath

of sorrow from your soul

Hard times fall
Like the winter snow
Each flake melts morose

Gaze here I
As a snowman
With eyes
Melting away my soul

For It's so hard to get by
And I keep wondering why
I even bother with my carrot nose

Hard times fall
And now I dissolve

Into a puddle

A poets heart loves
With a blissful kiss
Of words in twist
With metaphors of sexually lettered alphabets
With just a few jots
And suggestive jest
The poet has you spreading
Your legs
Your arms
And your heart to length

How does a poet love you say
It is easier to show
Than to write bouquets
He loves with his soul
With his life you take
Everything he owns for your own buffet
A poet loves with his pen displayed
In an art form staged in a cabaret
Yet the easiest way
To understand love his way
Is over a glass of Beaujolais
In lingerie

The mood
Played a fiddle

With the music of a violin

I followed the same hips
To the tune of feminine

Then I mastered the gentle fiddling
And the plucks of pizzicato

Before the moon cried
Her desperate eyes

For the sound of a cello