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727 · Feb 2016
Service
Tupelo Feb 2016
The lonely dock
The empty room
Vacant seats
The lights are dimmed
The doors are open
Waiting for someone,
Anyone to come inside.
I’m behind closed doors
Peaking out the window
Glass in hand,
Ready to serve
725 · Apr 2015
Mother Superior
Tupelo Apr 2015
Battered veins
Eyelids lying heavy
Roadmaps of syringes
Son of morpheus,
Who are you to be?
From what land did you fall?
Behind your faith
Is a tortured paradise
Peel back the skin
see the damage done
Repair whatever is left
My aim will stay true
You belong to gods
With names I do not know
Oh Child of the night
Who sprouted like the moon
722 · Nov 2014
Midway
Tupelo Nov 2014
When the south comes to me,
lay me down beside it,
Let the gentle heat
roll slow and steady
-
When the north comes to me,
I hope that I will not lose my place,
My footsteps will be forgotten in december
And the stars shall guide me home
720 · Aug 2014
Writing on the Napkins
Tupelo Aug 2014
Let me throw my fists to break them
shatter my bones, leave me in pieces/
rip out my heart strings/
use them for your own instruments/
All my thoughts are sentences
and i am tired of the poetry/
I cannot think with it playing in my head,
over and over like a scratched record/
My veins are dry,
and I have nothing left to fill them with/
when she asked me why I would write on the napkins
717 · May 2015
Anthem
Tupelo May 2015
All these pent up frustrations,
Banging on my insides,
Playing their anthems on my bones,
Waving a flag for news of the fallen,
Take back my morals,
Return me to my bed,
I'd trade my soul for pocket change,
Sick of the tongues knotted in nooses,
Tired of the silence used and useless,
These pens done gone and run out on me,
Dried themselves of all that is left,
So slit my wrists and write with blood,
Because that's all this really is anyways
And I wasn't even in my body anymore
714 · Oct 2014
Malice
Tupelo Oct 2014
All this malice in my heart
so much hate in this spine
these tidal wave to drown in eyes
16 shadows follow behind,

too much ink in these veins
not enough hurt to spill them
no time for prayer no more
stuck with this fiend in my mouth
tell me how to vanquish it,

I miss the morphine
miss her warm embrace
I'm all hate without her
710 · Jun 2015
Chin
Tupelo Jun 2015
This mind of a Martyr
One still ready to die for this,
Forgot my tears
Far too heavy to hide in this,
So chin up and stone faced,
With your fingers wrapped
around my monuments,
Ready to salvage the wreckage,
These marbled memories,
Still glisten in the eye of the sun
nothings
707 · Sep 2015
Minimum
Tupelo Sep 2015
This is the last train,
Final stop for me,
I've counted my paces,
The distance between us,
I hope its enough,
To silence the song in my chest
can't
706 · Aug 2015
Self Reflection
Tupelo Aug 2015
Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I know about these demons
All of them by name
The vices they have gifted me
Conversing with my addictions
Making plans for the future
And tightening the chains

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I've identified all the leaks in my hull
Letting the Atlantic rush on in
Duct tape can not fix every hole
That you have left in me

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I do not care about this body anymore
Wishing to rid myself of it
Liberation will be the song I shall dance to
Once this heart has forgotten it's rhythm
And my blood pumps in tune again
Today is the first of many
705 · Aug 2015
Around the Bend
Tupelo Aug 2015
Somewhere along the Mediterranean shore,
Snug between page white cliffs,
Lies the shore we gazed off upon,
Looked out into the distance,
Passed that gem of a sea,
The soft of evening approaching,
The sun shedding its rays,
Painting the sky pink or purple hues
This sand, quiet as my god,
Western winds nudging the earth,
Begging to inch up beside you,
I knew life in this place, nothing more,
The reflection i’ve been fleeing from,
Confronted my most pure of places,
All the thoughts of the night,
Were washed with the tides
edited and reposted, apologize about that
702 · Dec 2016
4
Tupelo Dec 2016
4
~
The divinity of your body
Leaves my heart trembling
The warmth of your touch
Makes summer of a room

~
700 · Dec 2014
Too Many
Tupelo Dec 2014
Oh how you make these civil wars rumble,
Inside the house we shared years ago,
Washing away the taste of you,
No chaser silenced the fire in my belly,
Smack my veins for an entrance,
Words slurred out of mouth,
Spiraling up, and away, in the cigarette smoke,
I've got too many prescriptions,
Sick from all the pill popping,
These sedatives repetitive,
And I am nothing but a graveyard
688 · Mar 2015
Miss 1959
Tupelo Mar 2015
Take me to your tallest tower
Peer over its edges
The rivers below us
This bed sheet of a winter
I have fallen for a woman
One with arms and legs
Suitcases in her closet
and a quiver upon her lips
680 · Oct 2014
May I?
Tupelo Oct 2014
Mother may I tell you the truth?
      That these demons been all haunting my insides.
Mother can I be honest for once?
      Cause the truth seems out of my reach.
Mother How often do you cry for me?
       I know them liquor bottles stopped doing their trick.
Mother why'd it all come out to this?
       Our words still sharp, the scars they left refuse to heal.
Mother tell me when I can come home.
       Winter is coming and I got no more warmth left in me.
679 · Jul 2016
Simplicity
Tupelo Jul 2016
Such a complicated thing.
I just want to write of how the waves move me,
How I have slept for years to the cricket’s song,
When my eyes flood as the fields did the same,
How my hips move when the horn begins to play,
The feeling when the eyes are heavy and the belly full,
I’ve been trying to learn the most direct path to these complexities
But the roads always blur, and my throat does not know the words
677 · Oct 2014
Greetings From
Tupelo Oct 2014
Send a postcard,
Don't forget where we left off
The nights under the pier,
Tides that crept up our ankles,
kissed the sand we loved so dearly,
I wish you were here,
The sun doesn't set the same
676 · Sep 2015
Intrude
Tupelo Sep 2015
Your body’s borders,
These walls crumbled,
All this unclaimed land,
Ready for the taking,
Conquer these cliffs
Sail my seas,
This nation of mine,
Brought to it’s knees
*******
673 · Oct 2015
Scripts
Tupelo Oct 2015
These time capsules
Filled to the brim with colored memories
Each one addressed to a day
Taken at meals or in-between them
I am starting to dissolve
They are too
Seeping into my bloodstream
These little capsules of dreams
Break them open
Breath them in
Maybe I will see the ocean
when the bottle is empty
673 · Aug 2017
Mountains
Tupelo Aug 2017
Songs in the wind
The world overgrown
Reaching for the heavens
Drinking the light
Full from her love
671 · Sep 2015
I was wrong
Tupelo Sep 2015
There is this thing about you,
Can not exactly put a name to it
Some thing that has drawn me close,
I am afraid of the consequences
If this all poured out,
Could it become,
Something that would have never been?
not sure who i'm protecting
668 · Oct 2015
Python
Tupelo Oct 2015
These finish lines lining my gut,
Scars of past encounters
Ive ran far too fast and far too long
to still be standing up straight,
My shoulders ripped from corner to corner,
A snake of a lesion lies between them,
hissing and curling itself into some knot,
For years now it has slept,
Cracked and shed it’s skin; strewn in ribbons across the floor,
Leaving nothing but that vice grip reminder
that it is only thing I have left of myself
666 · May 2015
Women
Tupelo May 2015
She is a library,
I say this because it is hard
to compare her to anything else,
Inside her walls lies story after story,
Knowledge that is wise far beyond her years,
She is a beauty,
one that will belong to no one but her own,
Sometimes she will lend me parts of herself,
Books I will treat as such,
which if anything is not my own,
I will hold her spine dear,
Careful not to damage the pages
Drink her words, let them sit in the pit of stomach,
She will call back for the borrowed parts
These temporary treasures,
I will carry close to my chest
And cherish every word
664 · Oct 2014
Bright
Tupelo Oct 2014
The bright lights will be
forever romantic in my eyes,
alley ways and corner stores
be the base of the neighborhood,
Momma says you gotta be out
of the house before the sun come up,
But you still got your liquor,
and your smoke,
all your cheap women and poetry,
You got that scratched record,
That throat that will sing them songs loud.
You just don't have yourself no more
That part of you is gone,
or was never even there.
663 · Nov 2014
Growing
Tupelo Nov 2014
I am still growing into myself,
My arms a bit too long for my legs,
A mind a little heavy for these shoulders,
Eyes that see more than they should,
And ears that love the sound of
the sinner's tongue
Tupelo Dec 2014
The way you move to this autumn jazz,
All the seasons and the colors they bring,
How my brother is still a child,
I hope he never grows into the vices of age,
Christmas in Baltimore stops the killings,
December snow unstained by the bleedings
The summer nights with you in my arms,
All the poems that I found paradise in,
And every moment that gave me the courage to write it down,
656 · Jan 2016
Safe Haven
Tupelo Jan 2016
An empty chair,
This lonesome retreat,
I've sailed away from the thought of you
Split the tides like a knife,
Forgot the person I once was,
Looking for some far away shore
Somewhere to drop anchor,
It is more difficult now than ever,
Our names no longer in association,
all the lingers are the memories
The constant in these reflections,
Something to be learned
Something to be lost
I am too afraid to see the aftermath
655 · Oct 2016
Open The Gates
Tupelo Oct 2016
You who speak the words of mountains
The kind that leave a chill in the room
with your snow covered peaks,
You who know the song the morning sings,
How this orchestra of a world plays
symphonies with the movement of the sun,
I've wondered for years now
How you were chosen to microscope this life
The way you analyze the details we are blind to,
You with those feathers in your mouth
How your words take flight as you read,
I hope your journey is a quick one.
Thank you for everything.
Rest in piece friend
655 · Nov 2014
Wooden
Tupelo Nov 2014
I sent your love letters to a different address,
She will never listen like you do,
My picture frames are all on their bellies,
Between the wooden skeletons lies your face placed beside mine,
Even after the waves settled, you were the only daydream left,
The way your lips grazed my own,
And how our hands came together like puzzle pieces,
You tell me that you love my poems,
All these words are yours, take them from me,
Leave your regards on my machine,
Just to hear your voice again
654 · Mar 2017
Bar
Tupelo Mar 2017
Bar
How much truth sleeps at the bottom of a bottle
So much soul lies with a drink in the hand
I downed shots of forget and apologies
I've drank cups full of women to whom I don't know names
These pockets run dry as my insides burn
And all my poems are written with a quivering hand.
653 · May 2017
Chatter
Tupelo May 2017
This chatter around us
keeps calling for the
insides that we choose
to hold so close between us
647 · Oct 2014
Ephemeral
Tupelo Oct 2014
The windows open wide
New England crept on in,
Dandelions bent under feet,
Cleansed in the morning dew,
What is this place?
The waters are calm here,
let us stay awhile,
Just until the daisies bloom
647 · Sep 2016
Fear
Tupelo Sep 2016
I don't care for the birds unless they sing
those tunes from back when I held a women
So dear that our hearts were a metronome for the bees.
644 · Jun 2015
Monarch
Tupelo Jun 2015
Sometimes I have visions of you,
On occasion you cloud my dreams,
Most days are spent with saxophones
that only know how to sing your name
And most nights are spent sipping bottles
that might just drown all the butterflies
you left in my stomach
633 · May 2016
patches
Tupelo May 2016
I know sometimes I do not meet expectations
I know sometimes my voice quivers when I speak
I know sometimes these words can not fix all the broken things I have made,
I just want to patch the holes in the ceiling
I want to keep the storms away just a little while longer,
So you can dream of all the good you have left to give
And I can watch as you share your joy without a worry.
The song we sing is one that reinvents itself as time goes on
As long as the instruments stay tuned, than this song
will be the only music that I will listen to
632 · Jan 2016
Termite
Tupelo Jan 2016
This blood fat summer has swallowed me whole,
Gulped down my body in one swift inhale,
Living with this pair of fists battering my surface,
One resting on my jaw, another on my gut,
Sleeping under shingles and tin roves,
Waiting for night to settle itself in,
While the others dreamt in their beds,
I wandered twilight streets with a bottle and a question,
Saw my reflection in a puddle under streetlights,
Wondered who’s face stared back at me
An alien memory clawed its way out from beneath my skin
Left a scar for me to remember
The boy I once knew
631 · Nov 2021
Handle with care
Tupelo Nov 2021
Somedays I wish to be held
Not by a lover or in lust
But to feel the warmth of another
To hear the beating of their chest
To know that these arms are wrapped
around another body longing to feel alive
628 · Oct 2015
What I've Learned
Tupelo Oct 2015
I know that sunsets are the beginning of evening
I know that the night is some old romantic
I know the winter is the hardest for me
seeing all the life wither to a corpse
I know graveyards are just earthly beds
that burying bodies together makes it easier
for us to go through the afterlife instead of alone,
I know trumpets and saxophones still hold my heart
the warmth of their sounds melt away my fears,
I know that if I am to love I have to surrender
I know the boy in me is still struggling to become a man,
I know my heart is still heavy with you leaving
3 years now and counting, feels like the clocks stopped ticking
I know my mother is trying
I know my father is giving his best shot at remembrance
I know that there is still so much I’ve yet to learn
that everyday is to be made a lesson
I know I will continue to make amends
to build back the bridges i’ve burned
with all the timber left in my chest
After Aja Monet
626 · Sep 2021
Last Fall
Tupelo Sep 2021
I just want to feel the way I did
In that little cabin in the valley
Surrounded by the safety of your arms
And the comfort of your words
When all the world lay before us
And our hearts drummed free
626 · Aug 2016
The pursuit of something
Tupelo Aug 2016
I do not know much
Hardly anything at all
But this I know to be true
That the sun will rise in the morning
Under the stars the insects sing
Tears are shed at funerals
And laughter is exchanged on birthdays
I know not much of this world
But everyday I hope to understand
Just a little bit more
Than the last
625 · Dec 2015
Baggage Claim
Tupelo Dec 2015
Where has your heart gone?
Did it flee with the rest of you?
Fit inside your carry on as the
wings caught air beneath them,
Im tired of speaking in check points,
Ive been waiting at your gate for days now,
Hoping for you to round the corner,
Back to this most timid of loves,
I'll even hold your bags,
Come home soon.
I miss you, can't wait to see you soon.
622 · Sep 2014
Golden
Tupelo Sep 2014
bones that shiver in the wind
palms that cracked years ago
arms that are heavy to hold
legs that will carry this weight
all that we are,

sunlight in your teeth
the raindrops nestled in your hair
sidewalk chalk memories
I have seen the sky,

December night moons and
stars that danced together,

You are all the seasons
my body has merely observed
whatever the weather brings
I shall embrace with open arms
Felt right
621 · Jan 2017
Absolution
Tupelo Jan 2017
There are days upon days
where I have slept under the pale birch trees

Evenings where the sun made love to the earth
as it lowered it’s warm embrace upon it

Nights to whom I’ve heard songs of absolution
ring out from the bar stool seats of confession

Such is the way of the world
As routine as the tides
618 · Nov 2015
The Anatomy of My Country
Tupelo Nov 2015
The anatomy of my country,
I am learning to understand the rivers
I know they are the veins that flow to the heartland
This heart, lying somewhere in Nebraska
Where the land is wide and golden, it pumps in tune
The hands of New York or Los angeles,
The ones that have touched so much and love far too well,
They give and they take and give back again,
So much to hold far too much to feel,
These legs lying somewhere in florida or Arizona
I do not know if it is the tropics of the desert heat
But they know the way the world moves,
The head lies somewhere in north Dakota
Such a sound mind, for she knows what she wants,
Such shoulders of Seattle or Maine,
whispering to the rest of the body some cry for remembrance,
Way up there in the cold of december,
The inner thigh of Louisiana,
Such excitement and wonder,
Let me touch it for a little while welcomed me in,
The between of Texas, The ribs of Maryland or Virginia,
A stomach lies in Missiouri,
The lungs of Wyoming
All pumping themselves back to heartland
The rivers know their way,
The excess of my love has run off to the atlantic
Poured itself into the pacific,
I am caressing the carolinas,
The anatomy of my country.
Has taught me the love of the plains
and the wonder to touch the oceans,
She is everything, She is always,
And she is teaching me the difference
616 · Sep 2015
Yield
Tupelo Sep 2015
Holding steady,
This highway of a love
Cuise controlled hellos
And guard rail goodbyes
616 · Oct 2014
Apologies
Tupelo Oct 2014
I will not
tell you
all the
reasons
why
I did not
come
home
last night.
Many of
them are
questions,
and most
have
whiskey and
cigarettes
as answers.
615 · Feb 2016
Preserve
Tupelo Feb 2016
I will give you all my love
Every pint of blood
All the tracks in my veins
I’ll hold you like a prayer
My most holy of fears
This tremor in my bones
The knot in my mouth
All The insects in my gut
Take flight with the thought of you
612 · Aug 2016
Jakai
Tupelo Aug 2016
You are a walking smile
You think too much with your fists
You ask me for advice some days
And some days you choose to listen
I miss you and that city we grew up in
I hope it don't swallow you too.
Stay safe brother.
610 · Mar 2015
If I am honest (10w)
Tupelo Mar 2015
The only thing I'm afraid of
is forgetting about this
609 · Dec 2014
A Silent Agreement
Tupelo Dec 2014
Walking down the sidewalk,
We locked eyes,
Not knowing each other's names,
But both craving the same oh so much,
And we both can agree,
that neither of us is one for prayer,
Neither an angel nor sinner,
Punished in paradise,
Aware that you and me are 2 of a kind,
Stuck somewhere in-between,
I nod my head, you nod back,
Than we continue on this journey,
Knowing that it must be trekked alone.
607 · Sep 2015
Crimson
Tupelo Sep 2015
Draining me of this september sorrow,
Drawing the wind back to my sails,
I've raised anchor,
Journeyed past those ocean depths,
Set my course for Elysium,
That paradise of your skin,
The taste on your lips,
I've eyed your neck,
Want my words upon it,
Written in shades of purple,
What a hunger we carry
Ready to sink our teeth in
To the crimson of this heat
'so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,  
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.'
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