How could I be so stupid,
So ******* stupid,
That I couldn’t see the
Emptiness
In your eyes.
Was I blinded
By the fullness in mine?
Or did I simply spend
One too many hours
One too many days
One too many months
Hoping you were still the person
That used to
See me,
Before passion could
Be imagined,
Before love
Was optional.

Contra is my mantra
Walking contradiction
Comfort in contrast
Contracting the human disease day by day

Fighting hard and losing
But persisting
Resistance of assistance
Shake and bake until I'm high enough to lose my breath
Breath taking view
Atop the peaks of irresponsibility
Giving no ****
Consequences?
**** em
Back lash?
Bat your lashes and slither your way out of it
Love?
Who needs it when you've got the attention of all the sinners
An angel among them
Freezing in the arctic pinnacle of hell
One at a time their cold hearts freeze them from the inside

the steady
wicked howl of
the wicked wind
awakens
the
owl eyes of
winter again

Carburetors and gasoline
Driving in a puff of black smoke
Tread circles and burnt tires
Every minute or so I choke
Sizzling underneath the sun
With nothing but gray up above
The nothingness keeps me floating
In the nothingness I found true love

In the dark hour
Of your soul,
When midnight's mad
Memories
Flare, and hold
The storm
Massed on your pillow,
And your eyes
Are deeply sallow,
Rest.
Breathe in.
Our wrongs and rights
Fill the nights
With silhouettes
Of what might be,
What had been.
We know
Life's rack is
Laced with phantoms.
Awakened,
We embrace
The light,
And share the struggles
Of the night.

you never cared

they say you never stutter to the things you call home, and i was never one to flinch to the sound of broken promises and holocaust

but then i met you

they warn us about the drugs in the streets and dangers of heights but I’ve never been warned that a drug can be a person, and that danger can be in your smile

i took inside me all your pains and we watched them burn within me together, and until today i still cough up ashes of the fire that lived under my skin

so why did we ever bleed the only love we had and covered the wounds in sheets of apathy

i saw even angels getting lost in the seams of your devilish smile

and now all i have left is my torrid burning throat and the walls that never listened

I’ve learned that everything i touch i shatter, too bad I’ve never touched your heart

and you never cared

oh if only i had more say to who my heart decides to love

but no, I’m always left a helpless slave to the pulsing inside my chest

and like athe voices in my head that cant stop screaming your name, i never slept or had enough of you

i craved the blood in your lips and the veins on your arms

i kissed you like i was drowning and you were air

i saw the light in you no matter what

like the dusk of the morning or an after storm

but you never cared

you never cared that i stock around

even when i realized you were more of poison than medicine to me

and i was so addicted to the way you made the hair on my arm prickle and the beat of my heart race

that i loved the toxic that was you

the toxic was killing me

you were killing me

but i never cared

Quiet clouds drifting across the night sky
The world is quiet, as everyone sleeps
The moon above like a half eaten pie
Majestic and bright, her vigil she keeps

I am a fire.
A son of Prometheus, perhaps.
I burn and eat and distill and
Warm and give life.

But there has been a wrong.

My smoke is black.
I suffocate and choke and blind and
hurt. Because what I am burning,
Is alive.

It's supple with the liquid of life.

The clear gold filled in leaves.
It's in her too, and my chemistry
Is off. This chemo, the kerosene.
In me, doused on her.

It burns her and hurts and I am no longer a fire.

I am afraid.

ALL the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
Bathed in flaming founts of duty
She'll not ask a haughty dress;
Carry all that mournful beauty
To the scented oaken press.
Did the kiss of Mother Mary
Put that music in her face?
Yet she goes with footstep wary,
Full of earth's old timid grace.
'**** the feet of angels seven
What a dancer glimmering!
All the heavens bow down to Heaven,
Flame to flame and wing to wing.