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Nov 2021 · 71
when we esplanade
trf Nov 2021
design your body next to me,
close the blinds let’s sleep till three.

choreograph heartbeats
and rendezvous in our dreams.

rewinding roads above box springs,
your toes curl tight around my feet.

when we esplanade under sheets,
high thread counts don't mean a thing.
Aug 2021 · 44
color perspective lens
trf Aug 2021
Does my darkness forecast shadows,
A high noon noose hangs from the gallows,
Feel the sharks circling shallow,
Swim fast, i'm bleeding.

Peripheral landscapes drape your gilded laughter,
Bronze horizons love alabaster chatter,
Your eyes are lightning blinks faster,
My clouds follow, five miles per hour.
trf Jul 2021
the needle drops,
our record spins,
scratches on my face,
behind a barbed wired fence.

these eery flaws,
where no one wins,
arguing on the doorstep,
about your latest friend.

red lips stick to a pause,
down on our boulevard...

it's time to go to law school,
forget about the golden rule,
children on the playground,
now we're ringing doorbells.

the needle penetrates,
my demons kick in,
these are foggy days,
black silk fits of rage.

my lips stick to a grin,
cherchez la femme...
Jul 2021 · 381
your alluring fragrance
trf Jul 2021
your violet candle vents
vanilla lilac scents
reminiscent of nights
spent beset by blankets
of silent flower fields
and blinks of fire flies
lighting our landscape love
Jun 2021 · 70
Fluid Resolve
trf Jun 2021
Winds howl through stricken streams,
From the moonshined mountains spiking Tennessee.
Steaming copper pipes protect like turpentine,
Cherish the soil now, sow grape seeds till wine.

Sweetwater medicine crosses Big Sky Country lines,
And a Capitol drowns voices reedy rhynes.
The Carolines and swamps round' New Orleans,
Spokane's foothills spire like Woodland's Cherokees.

Mushroom clouds swooped ponderosa pines,
In the desert one day it made earth cry.


Oh beautiful, ain't time to flee,
The Jersey Wetlands or Houston's pleas,
Hammered nails, wasted woes,
Build a bridge across contrary beliefs.


_trf
Miss Atomic Bomb
trf Mar 2021
when the curtains are drawn
you just never know what's going on
backstage
they say he passed peacefully in his sleep
but that doesn't put our minds at ease

i remember his smile, a contagious face
we should have seen the scale tipping
how heavy it must have weighed

another one gone
from the class of o one
our ride or die boy
may god bless his two sons.
rip my good friend. this one hurts, it hurts real bad. i wish i could hug you, the way you used to pick me up, squeeze me so hard and crack my back. and you always smelled like knock off cheap cologne. i'm gonna miss that awful smell.
Jan 2021 · 1.0k
€¥€$
trf Jan 2021
did you laugh in your sleep last night,
how do you suffocate the fear,
can a dream feel your smile,
do your eyes wake up with tears.

empty bottles by your bedside,  
that friendly disguise disappears,
remedies fuel wildfires,
can a heartburn embrace the sear?

~trayfe_creates
i wish i could say that ive got no regrets.... But saying that would be one more to pile on my desk...
I wish I could say I've clung to time like gold...white lies wear black shoelaces
Nov 2020 · 205
resist me
trf Nov 2020
i see your breath,
cold calling,
i must confess,
it’s shivering.

a pale dew,
from your lips,
thirty-two,
and falling.

looking back,
i’m painted blue,
your exhale
was resisting.
Apr 2020 · 245
abide beside
trf Apr 2020
tell darkness
that love is
lighting a rescue
through our
window pane view
Blinds pulled back
and curtains askew
Just know for a fact
we’re in here with you_
Important inside
We’ll be on your side
Mar 2020 · 449
your alluring fragrance
trf Mar 2020
your violet candle vents
vanilla lilac scents
reminiscent of nights
spent beset by blankets
of silent flower fields
and blinks of fire flies
lighting our landscape love
Mar 2020 · 576
these days seam
trf Mar 2020
sewing time together,
we scribe our narrative,
your lace stitches leather,
like a seamstress.

failures don't forget me,
i'm their stone to engrave,
designed imperfections
and a chiseled face.

close enough to notice,
constellations are yarn,
unthreading in the distance,
these days seam apart.
Oct 2019 · 180
___i'm___long___delay___
trf Oct 2019
i lasso lightning
i enjoy the pain
it numbs my fingers
it bolts my brain

my smoke rings linger
but the fire fades
i'm drawn to darkness
i'm a long delay
Sep 2019 · 344
trees pleas
trf Sep 2019
the escape that i get
when i take a deep breath,
chest pains cease
their restless wander,

air fleeing trees,
a velvet braille,
my exhale.
the blind see breath
Aug 2019 · 141
head over heals
trf Aug 2019
i bought us two tickets,
underneath the stars,
our plateau in the distance,
fly the wind with me.

i block the sound of crickets,
muffle right ears with my palms,
alone we bare resemblance,
together we hear calm.

i like to feel your exhale,
warming like summer fog,
let's hike from here to mecca,
have faith in our song.

voyage is illusion,
cannot separate free,
beauty is our fusion,
to air our symphony.
Aug 2019 · 511
do not resuscitate
trf Aug 2019
i breathe in pain
and exhale art
i smoke freedom
to handcuff dark

brush stroke feelings
flit my escape
i shift notion
like fire flies

yellow shades blue
our canvas dies
i am in lieu
do not revive
Jul 2019 · 297
ain't no turnin' back
trf Jul 2019
i've been thinking bout dying,
no resolve you'll comply with,
ain't no use to keep fightin,
never dreamed of you.

i spend time in my basement,
a downstairs mind with a facelift,
my body's here you're adjacent,
cannot see your view.

i met a girl in the city,
accepts me for who i am,
tongues like heaven while kissing,
we express our truth.

we would never suffice,
it's the same disease,
we're worlds apart
baby it's alright,
but our souls...
they gotta move on.
4 minutes 3 seconds with a grin...
trf Jul 2019
remember when mourning doves
used to loop their song,
hula hooping chorus grooves
flooding dew drops at dawn.

feet wake dancing under sheets,
restless legs stretch long
upon shaky knees
preceding rush hour like fawn.

metropolis blues
beat twenty four seven
like hotels and hospitals,
their pulse.
May 2019 · 180
ash + rain
trf May 2019
mosaics fade, jaded blue,
industry whistles a spineless chorus
and smells like arsenic,

fire snakes the Aztec two step
while howling winds rush ash + rain
around river bends,

paralleled landscapes drape sunset showers
and dry heat escapes the golden moon,
peyote chills a warpaint shade
from dusk till desert dawn.
trf Apr 2019
apple red lips
stick to a pause
of silence for once

question
does not forgive
answer
and lies do not
surprise

black pumps
click like horse shoes
fading from
the carriage

another one gone,
the hour glass girl
with a perilous tongue,
whose sand is dust
on my doorstep

needle drops
record spins
chechez la femme
Mar 2019 · 657
bleach
trf Mar 2019
close your eyes when
smoky mirrors reflect a fragile soul,
sporadic drips from the faucet
hit cigarette stained porcelain
and you're not in control.

candy corn orange battles
yellow cowardice grips,
over brick roads and white tips
of which you will walk upon.

bleach seeps into crevasses
weakening white ivory,
rationalizing your pores
to blister like sun damaged skin,
your reflection.
damage
Mar 2019 · 172
spurn done
trf Mar 2019
These days, these days
conflate a man,
Don't you listen to thee

I'm decibels on a hill
mistaken by sand,
My candid lunacy

Spurned one, spurned one,
take my hand,
Forever in company
Forever in company
Feb 2019 · 488
blight battles
trf Feb 2019
Our love is like a river
Water flowing out our eyes
These twists and turns that tangle
A never ending surprise

Our love exists in battles
Will we ever win the war
When I take two steps backwards
You take four steps towards the door

Our hate is like an orchard
In desperate need of rain
The withering fruit you dangle
Weighing heavy on my vine


Fast times, pretty things are sowing
the green grass is growing and
illusions are pulling us apart
Feb 2019 · 249
caution tape series
trf Feb 2019
my caution tape series
cold wax & oils, an apogee of scars
yellow redactions cover the senses
four paintings so far
    
Warwoman's eyes
an irreverent man
the thinking pipe
and estrogen

my five senses
render resentment
and my method
masks the pain

searing pain
my body convinces
poppy seed bagels
to braid blood
blinded from the meaning of time, habit is action without thought or purpose
Jan 2019 · 1.8k
HA
trf Jan 2019
HA
it's a bone dry west
for a cool east summer
i'm steeple chasing baby
from a derby to a dungeon

orange cones on the left
bright beams on a Hummer
i'm flicking off the bird
from nevada to wyoming

get this load off my chest
it burns April like a stoner
i'm a bayou baby
from the streets of magnolia
HA, fuckit. you figure it out
Jan 2019 · 2.6k
Nonesuch Mercy
trf Jan 2019
the darkest nights blame the sun kissed moon,
and we're paralyzed by the weather.

above stormy skies we lie fragile and wait,
as the time flies by like our pleasure.

blankets of bourbon, wine & cheese plates,
shooting stars wish us to forget them.

my thigh rubs gently along your soft suede,
answers beg question's forgiveness.
trf Dec 2018
~
if i came to you with solemn
could we pretend things were fine
rest your head on my chest
with our heart beat rhymes

if i came to you swollen
would you fetch frozen peas
dampen the dark circles
around my eyes

if i came with a gift
from an overseas trip
smuggled through customs
for your surprise

it's foggy in our kitchen
it's foggy in my head
let's talk till morning turns night

logging all those tears
on the back porch with wolves
blessed be the saints of sunrise
~
Dec 2018 · 769
love, lies & marigold dyes
trf Dec 2018
love is gravity
& hearts plummet.
oxygen seizes
so why summit.
white flies lick
****** knees.
red skin burns
muddy pleas.

time is helium
& lies numb it.
suboxone eases
just for a moment.
marigold dyes
lazy grips.
kudzu spreads
like raging fits.
tethered to the brink
Dec 2018 · 1.8k
The St. Claude Shuffle
trf Dec 2018
Live music is a sound machine,
On all four corners,
Gilded streets, nearly five in the morning,
Pavement feet meet ****** shoes
Shuffling down the block.

Pigeon claps & high hats,
Cat heads & piano chops,
Whiskey sours evening gowns,
Lemon drops with Father Brown.

The St. Claude Shuffle down the boulevard,
Where shoes straddle electric wires.
Sirens ring & bullets proof,
And the blues sing out of shotgun shacks.
This city's done a number on me
Nov 2018 · 2.8k
The 4:10 Train to Cutler
trf Nov 2018
a hundred years of rain
drops down the tall, tilted rooftop
towards the porous landscape below,
as love soaks, the dust settles.

dreams of fluid summers
in the nineteen hundreds,
children's laughter echoing
through candle lit halls of timber,
front porch rocking chairs squeaking
after grandpa's dinner
where this happy home
is a dream you'll remember.
Nov 2018 · 1.6k
troubadour tenso
trf Nov 2018
i'm a yellow chill
a daffodil in the rain
thought i found my place
kinda heard to explain

sip each glass of wine
your palette needs a rest
taste his *******'s brine
along your lips

signing documents
you can't help hide your grin
sweat beading down your brow
my nervous penmanship

is this what they call peace
four hundred dollars an hour
the clock says nine past three
rounding up minutes they devour

caught you dead to rights
my son's new step father
when he sees your blight
harvest grapes turn sour

i feel constant dread
our son can't cope the truth
so far above his head
your soulless attribute

i'm a daffodil, more like a coward in the rain.
These troubadours, between truth and lies, corrupt lovers, women and husbands and keep saying that Love proceeds obliquely
A tenso (Old Occitan [tenˈsu, teⁿˈsu]) is a style of troubadour song. It takes the form of a debate in which each voice defends a position; common topics relate to love or ethics.
Nov 2018 · 1.2k
Rose Droll
trf Nov 2018
you could never take a compliment
they're buried with the rest of 'em

my mind is prone to atrophy
rewind your body next to me

no lies in our comfort zone
take this time turn off the phone

we are not an accident
don't be so incredulous

  it's getting dimmer, swimming in a shoal...
  dinner bells resound like white fog around a light pole...

heaven cannot face us
not to be complacent

devil wears my shoulder
your angel is adjacent

seven years of chances
still drowning in a basement

you could never take a compliment
they're buried with the rest of 'em
Nov 2018 · 1.1k
Blue Ridge Burns
trf Nov 2018
The junction where smoke and fog reside,
gliding with western winds beneath these clouds,
the moon fades perilously from sight
and it rains ash.
A thousand candle wicks are pinched
as the scent of acres burn,
lit like the flames we blow out so easy.
Control is a funny word,
like when a doctor says, "She'll be fine, I've got this",
the arborist cries observing only skeletal remains,
as his patient has deceased having control to blame.
Oct 2018 · 598
make sense to me
trf Oct 2018
trace your faint touch down my rib cage,
whispered nails hush my chest,
let's synch our heart beats,
exhale burgundy breath,
that cheap red wine
and our ultra violet teeth.

unlace your lucid lust,
cocoons under silk sheets,
thread counts are high,
your body next to me.

your head rests gently,
my arm falls asleep,
i try not to move,
make sense to me.
Sep 2018 · 2.9k
36~24~36 Facade
trf Sep 2018
H arrowing abundance rife with result
O ur minds narrowly try to cope
U nder pressure facades and near **** haute
R estricts the leisure of bare beauty
G rowing impatient by the cover of makeup
L oving imperfection is now a rare duty
A ttributes of wear benign hope and
S ecede scars born of cataclysm while
S carcely inhibiting a chance to forgive them
everyone is beautiful and everyone is ugly. shine a light on anyone, make your decision & determine which way you'd like to be perceived
Sep 2018 · 319
Always Cause a Thrill
trf Sep 2018
I met a gal
Minded my nose and buttoned my pills
Quickly figured out
The tone was deaf and the silence was real
She was so wild
Dancin' on poles to pay electric bills
I became a child
She was 19, I was over the hill.

Brown bourban eyes
 A dash of **** and a pint of salt
To my surprise
She couldn't hang, it was all my fault
At noon she died
I carried her to the family plot
It's alright
Baby told me, always cause a thrill
inthekeyofE
Sep 2018 · 2.0k
Sunset Star Wrangler
trf Sep 2018
I'm covered from head to toe in resin, acrylics and epoxy,
Some pulverized rocks my son gathered from the Chattooga River,
Now reduced to a burnt ember dust.
I added silicone sludge and a little baking powder as well,
And once mixed, this dicey concoction is beautifully toxic,
So I waft the air and inhale it.

Painting a colorful sunset is too easy, I prefer black and white,
So with a wooden board the size of a door,
I get to work with my rubber sledgehammer, blowtorch
A gallon of poison and flammable spray.

The passers by have seen this look in eyes,
From The Shining or possibly their preachers,
You know, the same look that's a sight to behold.

Slamming the hammer down with brute force
And purposed abandonment,
I paint my sunset and wrangle the stars later.
A shower won't do me justice>
Here's Johny
Sep 2018 · 5.7k
china white amuse-bouche
trf Sep 2018
Spinning round a windy ledge,
i kiss the cross around my neck,
these fever dreams replace the likes of you.

Grinning into space, alone and lost,
the dampened linens lie,
     as i wake up,
     covered in fake love.

In my den the china white,
embraced my blood and laced my night,
an amuse-bouche of courses left to come.

The past three years I can't recall,
coulda been fun, but was it worth it all,
i'm a coma patient lacking an excuse.

Truth,
is hard to come by,
You,
are a stranger in my,
Eyes,
collude disguise.
lost my balance blinded by the darker truth
Sep 2018 · 273
a fathom below
trf Sep 2018
swallowing has become a chore these days,
like mowing the lawn in the rain,
i hear my gulp when the room is silent
and it sounds violent,
my ears crack and swollen waves squeak,
am i apprehensive of deliberate rhythm?

my esophagus is as tight as a noose,
so the shrink prescribed drool,
but i'd rather swallow than daze,
and deny the fog entrance through
my maze.
deep breaths forecast ******* resent
Sep 2018 · 2.2k
fema $
trf Sep 2018
we danced in the streets as the days were long
only recess and reckoning while water crept in
this city of dead, our place, where the stench lives
and bodies float, lying above the crypt's graves  

hurricane red absinthe & hand grenades
slugging the gulf like a shooter's brigade
a forecast shifts, flooding any escape
so we fire our motors with boats on em.
nola luvs u
Aug 2018 · 356
Houseman
trf Aug 2018
Can you carve color like you crave attention,
My eyes are starving,
for a golden glimpsing,
Will we wander or will we surrender,
To the darkness,
Blinding our vision.

Will these wild white words
Garner redemption,
I'm just a poor boy,
from the home of the hits and,
Can we feel like we do on the streets of New Orleans,
Watch your glass and half your portion.

What in this white world changes?
Dust bowls now filled, aren't so dangerous,
But let's Forgo the colors and drink from loving cups,
Give your hugs to a stranger.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Nawlins Louisiana , home of the hits, and if you’re from outa town, huh ha, welcome to the third world”
RIP Houseman
Aug 2018 · 468
rivers of clarity
trf Aug 2018
skipping stones along the shallow banks,
my toes numb from the cold mountain water,
flowing purposefully, free to escape
& moving with pride down the ranks.

I find my mind there, in this place,
where momentum is the only answer.
I turn my *** upstream, can't face the past,
but my prior storms of debris follow, biting back.

side arm throws & one eyed aims,
embraced by lies & I'm alone to blame,
in this place where time is free,
gold dust lace must find me.
Let's skips our stones and create minimal ripples.
trf Jul 2018
I’m numb to love
Forgotten the feeling
The way a dream slips away
From memory.
Maybe it’s the drugs
Or concussions
But it was once there
Inside and out
Now it exists as
Hints like Momento
Only scars instead of tattoos
As reminders of first glances
And perfume toxification

I’m living on the blade of a razor
While doing the moonwalk
And like Michael Jackson
I just wanna dream again
Hit the drip
I’m ready Doc
Jul 2018 · 986
Southern Cicadas
trf Jul 2018
Tides move in swiftly
when the moon has to let us know
how powerful she is
and her phosphercsecent glow

Howling songs in the distance
like southern cicadas do
asking her to forgive us
holding hands next to you

I was born down south
I was raised by the heat
Cornbread in my mouth
I crave a country beat
When I go to the river
And the levy breaks
Don’t blame me
for all the mess we create

Southern cicadas
you sing lullabies
Like Mother Nature
You overwhelm the skies
But in the morning
And three cups of coffee
The only rhythm is my heart beating trepidatiously
trf Jul 2018
what has come to this
indigenous things we do~
better follow the others
cause what once was fiction
now rings true

can't blame apocalypse
our letters aren't edible
and judicious arrangements
are post script letters

so i embrace the gift
that i'm a wandering wolf~
cow paths lead to danger in my book
and these sheep follow bull's ****

raw hide as a service
systems on delivery
don't follow lines of those deserving this
what has come
& what will be
some say a comet will fall from the sky, followed by meteor showers and tidal waves, followed by fault lines that cannot sit still, followed by millions of dumbfounded dip *****. and some say the end is near, some say we'll see the armageddon soon, he certainly hopes we will, but i sure could use a vacation from this stupid ****  one great big festering NEON distraction, i've got a suggestion to keep you all occupied... learn to swim.
He's praying for rain, trump's praying for tidal waves, he wants to watch the earth give way, he wants to see it all go down, Mueller please flush him all away, so i can watch him go right in and down, i wanna watch him go right in, down a toilet's flushing bowl.
Jul 2018 · 2.5k
Nectar Viscosity
trf Jul 2018
sleeping tears awoke to crimson crust & apple red veins,
eyes peering through the dizzying fog to find a faucet
& drizzle rain like nectar down the peach pit's core,
along rugged edges & oval pores,

imperfect patterns & lightning blinks
remind the second sadness to cry once again.

My swipe of crust is rusting
like a smoker's yellowing finger tips gathering paint on callouses
& cracked lips

mirrored reflections shadow gaze,
squinting to locate bronze crow's feet of a man, mid thirties,
lying for what-to die
dying to wait-for what
I wrote this poem on the back of my most recent 36x48 painting. Abstract-fully Delicious, yet sad and viscous
Jul 2018 · 1.3k
What Wide Words
trf Jul 2018
Does your darkness forecast shadows,
A high noon noose hangs from the gallows,
Feel the sharks circling shallow,
Swim fast, I'm bleeding.

Peripheral landscapes drape your gilded chatter,
Purple & pink horizons, summon laughter,
Your eyes blink lightning speed patterns,
My clouds follow, miles per hour.

What in this wide world changes,
Can we live high on mountainsides,
Open our door to the strangers,
Surrender to the ocean tides.


~My palette craves color,
     Your canvas seeks attention,
       My callused fingers are covered,
          When your callous words are mentioned.
trf Jul 2018
youthful years, now reduced
when right angles were obtuse
find my path of lost tracks
feathered freight in the caboose

falling sand, hour glass
shades the moon from the cracks
'neath the back porch lies the dog
who howls when sand runs out

whispered winds
don't you lie
and try to save my sins
whispered winds
don't you lie
don't you die

dreary days, losing weight
i call out but cannot say
what is wrong, i'm ok
let's talk the ******* fake

fever chills, alone to face
california king's embrace
i stretch out, all my regrets
and dream of an escape

whispered winds
don't you lie
and try to save my sins
whispered winds
don't you lie
don't you die
Jul 2018 · 293
the jewels of denial
trf Jul 2018
Pictures frolic like wild horses
Painting portraits in the distance
of human touch and raining luck

I came across a satellite,
Abondoned from telecom
and burned to pieces

The atmosphere shaped the light
blinding circumstances
Causing jewels of denial

I’m on my way to lonely death
The way the noose and
Juice call for acceptance
For not long this craving
Is waiting to escape

These thoughts traverse circles
Of wild red woods admitting their age
How do I overcome
Jun 2018 · 331
TwoLips
trf Jun 2018
the shade below your rib cage
inhales gusts of wind
as blue rain
wets your hips
breakfast beckons

your Tulips talk too much
and aren't fed enough
rest the words
eat your whole
darker hallows
bless your soul
Jun 2018 · 312
Mona Lisa Gayze
trf Jun 2018
Drop the *** and stomp it out,
we don't need no more forest fires,
respect the courage that should be admired,
cause wild winds bleed in closets
like back draft flames fighting for air.

Crack the door and welcome with yellow roses,
from ash colored clouds come rainbow stares,
**** phone gossip, this breeze needs to roam,
the future is bright with flamboyant genomes.
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