I hope the supple touch
          Of all the women I have ever loved
Cascades like rain
          Over every inch of this Earth’s terrain
Let the sunrise kiss from her crescent lips
          Chase away the nights gangly grip
Turning barren fields
          To blooming bastions
Of roots and seeds, nurtured into
          The smile underneath a weeping willow tree
Raise the bones of change
          From their dusty graves of grief
Discard your flesh and,
          Bare to me only what lies beneath

Alone on the threshold of liminal space;
I come across all my broken parts.
Floating and thought misplaced;
They gravitate as I pass, and circle back to me.
All these years lost in a sorrowed haze;
I had forgotten the creases that create my happy face.
The careful weathered etchings,
Of the years where pleasure always bested pain.
My eyes see clearer now, but how much of me remains?
If enough to scrawl, these reflective letters
Then enough to walk, out through the hallowed halls
That entomb all the past attempts to rid the dangling darkness
From above my waking world.
Enough to run; towards somewhere, and not away from

As you walk through the valleys in the shadows of your mind
The clocks begin to unwind
As we get trapped in the ice of frozen time
These are the moments
Where clarity is defined
All our failures single file
As we walk the line
Searching for answers
The dark creeps in like a cancer
It could consume your soul
Regret helps the past spread like mold
Stuck in a hole
The warmth of the sun couldn’t penetrate the cold
Sitting at the riverbanks as you watch it flow
Its here you realize that time just goes and goes
Just then
Butterflies are birthed from crows
The clocks begin to tick
As you begin to age
No longer afraid
Your body expels the rage and all the pain
The sun breaks through the vines
As you turn the page.

I just like to live this life of mine
And take some time
To kick back on a quiet day and get to rhyming
See I don’t floss
My neck isn’t dripping wet with diamonds
I just compose with ease
And use my toes to dance upon the ocean breeze
Catch a flow so cold the roads could freeze
The words are just a metaphor for where my emotions lead
Hopes a dollar
They pushin’ pain for free
A generation flush with cash and cream
You can’t cash morals in the bank it seems

Feeling used up.
It all started as a way,
To suture oozing wounds and band-aid this pain.

Caught in the middle,
Of abuse and feeling myself again.
I create and I shake, like an earthquake of two dueling fates.

An artist and dearly departed.
Both tugging and pulling,
For a monopoly of my mind.

I quit and I writhe. I take and I shine,
Like a princess diamond set high upon the sky.
Sunshine from the outside; always setting in his eyes

I write these words down
For I fear how they may sound
When I speak them aloud
Fear of being painted as the clown
Maybe I’m talentless
Walking this tightrope
With no balance left
I try to break free
But I know life will be the death of me (ha)
I guess that’s true for us all
Falling endlessly
Its ten past three
These voices in my head are trying to get the best of me
“Just cry”
“Curl up and die”
“Find the highest roof and jump, lets see if you can fly”
All these bellowed cries have me forgetting lines
Same song on repeat for the hundredth time
I used to see a problem and jump in with fire behind my eyes
Now I shy away
Lock myself inside
Retreat to the deepest recesses of my mind
Like there is some hidden treasure I may find
That would allow me to rewind time
And make the same mistakes twice
For the sake of this rhyme

I used to worry about who I may be
Now I know
That I am just me
A fleeting breeze rustling through the leaves
A crashing wave
Another fish in the sea
All out of tricks
No more keys hidden up my sleeves
Now its half past three
And I can’t tell who wrote this
The voices in my head
Or the face in the mirror staring back at me……

I feel everything, and nothing at once.
Sadness: that others seem to always
Stand with their back to me, and
Sorrow: for the indifference
That lies in my heart.
Walk away,
And with each step that widens your gait,
Run.

Reach escapes velocity, and
Pull yourself from my gravity.
Like a white hole I repel
All good natures from my orbit.
A perpetually scarred surface, from
Periodic collisions.
The heavens send their vessels,
Like tears raining from the sky.
Only to be burned up in my atmosphere.

Lips of an angel
Carefully stitched
Upon your kiss of death
            
            Here I am again
            Hedging my bets on your every toxic breath

Heart of stone
Carved by the jagged edges
Of my own broken bones

            Here I am again
            Your wicker man

An eternal effigy
Burnt and blazed
Windswept ashes
Scatter all that’s left of me

I see your reflection in the glass
***** mirrors distorting visions of my past
Lonely, naked in the rain
The wind baby, always whispering your pain

Corrosive thoughts slowly poisoning my brain
I was broken long ago
A silent sickness
Steadily driving me insane

My conscious mind refrains
From falling out or giving in
I will go without
On the strength of that which lies within

The world is words so seldom heard
Cries for help ignored, misspelled
Silent screams from those in need
Dying pleas can not be gleaned from mute TVs
Opulence by any means
Poverty penned as the new disease
Truth, the circus freak
Meager, meek, sad is weak
Rinse, Repeat
All that history speaks
Unheard echo
Beneath the flesh and bone
An unread poem