I reach to feel your lips 
But the net of night discerns 
So I adore your cheek

My hand at your side 
Strives to pull you in 
Like the moon 
That drags the waves nearby

Your words to me so soft 
They rival a subtle breeze 
As your eyes unveil the stars 
To display them for the first time

I want to say, "I love you" 
And cut the Heaven's floor 
But I know time will not come swift

So I will cast my stillborn heart 
Until the day we meet again

Poetry is just scratches on paper
forming dramatic words
by an overemotional character

Poetry is certainly
not a pen that digs trenches
for the blue blood to follow
draining a soul to a sterile existence

Who Needs Poetry Anyway?

Poetry is all
roses are red
violets are blue
blah, blah, blah
I'm so in love with you

Nobody cares about books
Notice how the poetry section
in the bookstores continue
to diminish with every look?

Poetry is certainly not as profound
as the inert words
lay gutted by the rapper
which boasts his materialistic empire
that his target audience consumes
yet cannot honestly digest

And you'll find the album
in an abundant display
set in the center of the bookstore

Who Needs Poetry Anyway?

Poetry is just something studied
from history books to obtain credit
A time before the internet
and a true social status
Before days rapt in vanity

Poetry is certainly not a self sacrifice
to explore the wilderness of the heart
and the shutters to the mind
An outlet to tread another day

Who Needs Poetry Anyway?

It happened in the 50's.

Nineteen year old **** stars
Drive to the edge of the city
In hopes to lure a cheerleading ******
Onto their prize list
Of testosterone driven pilgrimages

Girls would fault hearts
Rapt in their own justifications

It happened in the 50's.

Aren't we all
Just waiting for our time to be up?
The day when
Body and soul come undone

When everything that mattered
Doesn't anymore
And you see your years in seconds-
A paparazzi slideshow

Your sins left behind
For loved ones to collect
Like a forensic Easter egg hunt

Then you drift
In the parallel lines
That blur religion and reality

Too late to question
Everything you've ever known
Too soon to regret
Sunday's Idol Eyes

And in the night
We danced among the dead
Our feet moved swift
The strike of a match on its head
The Earth, black with dew
Whistled for me and you

We drank under the moonlight,
Velvet and pearl
And put ourselves to rest
Upon engravings of the past

Death never felt closer
And as we woke in the birth of dawn
Our passions were remembered
By the traits of the moist cement
That so generously scuffed our skin

Eyelids pry to stranger light...
I have not seen this room before
Nor this bed, stained sheets of white
Which may mostly upon the floor

Who is this woman in the mirror
That strokes her hair of red?
Oh, I wish my thoughts were clearer
Avast my dizzy head!

She turns to break my slumber
But steals my eyes instead
I glimpse her hand, a number...
It's mine written in red

For I do not recall our night
Nor the moments that had followed
"Do not heed the words that took flight,
They are all but vacant and hallowed."

"I'm sorry but I have to go,"
I speak with weary breath
She says, "Then you need to know-
I'm the advocate of death."

"What nonsense that you speak!"
In my words I do confide.
She looks at me and smiles
Then slithers to my side.

Although her words I fear,
I am caged by my own choice
She leans in towards my ear
And says in a wispy voice,
"In the alley lays your body...
Your scars missed by the cold."
"You came to me for fixing
And that's exactly what I sold."

"You see now Mr. Bunk?"
"Your body was filled with holes
And every time you shot that junk
It crept into your soul."

With nothing else to lose
I place my feet upon the floor
And no way for me to choose
I walk towards the only door

As the door **** begins to turn
I hear the sound of angels crying
And this pen and paper that burns
Will be missed more
Than the soul that's dying.

Every day are moments
With you I want to spend
Within the folds
Of your arms and lips
Where all desires
Never end

As I melt deep with Earth
Pressed firmly against stone

My eyes they pry
To vultures so spry
for my pulpous heart to be alone

And now my soul, it lingers
A shroud hidden in the breeze

Remnant of another raffled love
Sacrificed in an attempt to appease

Then I woke 
To the Amber sun
And I knew this day
A new life had begun

Too many things
I felt before
Did not exist
In my heart no more

Gone were the shadows 
That cast the pain
Filled were the voids
That once sustained

Negativity
Will fade to black
For the light of love
Does drive it back

A blossomed heart,
An ace of will,
No moments pass
Where love lies still

A thousand miles 
Set us apart
But it's no task
For two of hearts

And we know good things
Will manifest soon
When we give each other
In the month of June

There's no one here...
Take your breath
From my cheek
And leave me to lie
Upon the edges of broken dreams

To lose myself
In the barrels of eternity
The walls, they thicken...
Cold and narrow bring peace

Bound to this ****** piston
Its life an opaque reality
No more! No more!
I will not numb my soul
To a sterile existence

Awake...
The shades of my slumber will break

Your eyes set passed 
a shoulder's gaze
It is not me 
you wish to see

I watch the mask 
you hang fortified 
on a heart shaped face

Your silent tongue 
fascinates the words 
you defy to nestle in my ear 
which torments more inside of yours

Our love lies still 
Enslaved in pictures 
I aimlessly used 
to adorn an unkept floor

I am leaving 
with my heart, my shield
And you, a stranger, 
to all the voids you wield

My thoughts
like the guts of a jellyfish
Swirl under a fragile sheath
that is my stare

From dormant tick
to fortified tock,
time has had its hands full with me
For silenced words only fester
within the absence of light

Soon I will take my wounds, my scars
and cast them out to be
To dance among the waves
of my tongue
and sting who they may

How I will embrace their sharp return...

To rip this placenta of pain
dawning a coma white
that expends yet again

And yet again,
Bound to the warm barrel
That thrives in the chamber
Of my years

A chameleon heart
Nurtured to beat and play,
Transcends to fleet and flay,
Committing a withering display

To pacify a pseudo stranger:
The ghost behind my eyes

Her eyes of Frost on the evergreen
Piercing through
Like the sun's rearview scene

A voice to cradle
The breath of night
Hair of silk
Taunting flight

Lips of pink
A shimmering tone
A mouth which begs
Not to be alone

Skin of diamonds
White as snow
And still your name
I do not know

Upon her *******
My eyes persist
She traps my sight
But I can't resist

Thoughts imbue
For all this while
She ejects a laugh
And then her smile

She lifts her hand
With "My name is Kate."
But mine's set prone
For it is too late

A restive face
Is now all I wear
My body inert
Except for my stare

Kate fades her smile
And clutches her purse
Walks away briskly
Escaping my curse

Again I stand
With self woven danger
Bound by another
Beautiful Stranger

The consumption of your confessions
Makes haste for heavy storms
Shall we not lift these shadows
Which were derived
By the lies of darkness?

Have they not been told enough
That the light which guides the universe
And all that dwell within belong to you?

Does not your hand nor lips
Feed for the touch which you inspire?

What shame to I
For closing my eyes so tight
When under the arms that ease me!

There is no mending
For this bleeding heart...
The depth of my love
A thousand oceans
And I have forever
Been pulled by the tide

I am a serpent in the Sun
With Earth, that trembles beneath me
My shedding of skin has now begun
A recoil of what it is to be

And I'll use that skin to understand
For what remains, is what I am
An altered vessel
A weary soul
Taking refuge
In a shallow hole


Broken, tattered and torn
Transcending through the stages
Spoken, scattered and born
A mending from words upon pages

Shadows rise
in her sunset eyes
Our love, the light
passes through

By kindled hearts
we thrive to abide
a love that we both once knew

But no bounds
are yet forsaken
Neither heart
torn in two

So let our souls reawaken
the Universe, me and you

On this lonely winter night
he walks the street
by dim of light

Puddles ring
around his feet
Hands in pockets
trap the heat

A bottle rests
inside his coat
A demon's bay
for *** and note

He wrote his words
between the day
Perhaps the last 
he will ever say

Much like Jekyll
more like Hyde
Addiction killed 
the man inside

Once a heart
pained to try
Poisoned still
No one cries

I am a nomad 
to the desires
of your frosty blue diamonds

Let me put the stars
in the folds of your lips
as we create a perfect universe

I am shaped for your kiss

Soft, magnetic souls
gently transcending 
in the cradled hands of God

Our hearts, simple and true
set firm in the trenches of tomorrow
No masks nor walls 
do we adhere to yesterday's scars

Let the wilderness of June be infinite.
For time should have no existence
while in the light of Love and Magic.

Words grow stale 
Like the laughs of a stranger
Your tongue, a feast for flies

A vigil stare 
Resists the danger 
perduring in disguise

Every night 
The moonlight harbors 
Your armor beyond repair

But like the thorns 
Within the arbor 
They partake in the beauty there

Goodbye to you 
My spurious friend
Our path was never bound

For our ways 
Have come to end
My journey more profound

Freedom exists
through fractured glass
and fists like crescent moons
waning on a veil of parallel steel


An orchestration of winter
plays before me
A scene which moves
like toys of God

And the birds
how they taunt me
clapping thunderously 
in their liberation

I do not belong
to these chains of white
My thoughts subdued 
in a brain of cotton

Their pills, my pills!
One white, two blue
find refuge under my tongue
I do not swallow, never do I swallow

One day, I will know peace
One day, I'll thrive in lack of compass
One day, the voices will prevail

Within the theme of a song 
It is the words which carry strong 
Like the muted backbeats of the heart

And without truth 
There can be no lies 
Which dwell behind the eyes 
Bound by the shade 
Of our regressions

And so I sit behind my bass 
Falling into my own place
Guided by all that I feel 
Driven by bone and steel

Hooks of bone
A canvas of skin
Frames the gift box
Our souls hang in

From the mind
Our emotions walled
Brushed to the surface
When hearts are called

A picture equates
To a thousand words
But few words, if great
Renders all pictures blurred

Dear Society...

I really love playing
with my wooden blocks
I have one block that is yellow
and the other two are red

I played with them
everyday without care
Until one day you asked me,
"Which one doesn't belong?"

I just thought that
the yellow block was different
But now you are telling me
that it does not even belong
because it is not the same

And from this day forward
my perception has been altered
to forever see through your eyes

Dear Society...I do not belong

Our love began
A steady fast
We both believed
That it would last

But then it came
To be the day
When you confessed
Your love ran stray

And as I stood
In heart's torment
Depths of regret
Sank time that spent

Now that I know
We're not to be
My mind can ease
A heart set free

Thought is the birth of creativity 
And the death to originality

To let oneself respond 
In the trenches of pleasure and pain 
Is the only way to know true expression

I must remind myself 
To not recoil my emotions
For the justification of others 
Lies cold in the recess of my freedom

I am me from all that I choose to be

I'm alive
Not in this world 
But the one before it
The one that mattered

A time when the stars were lit forever
I plucked one from the sky 
And gave it a name 
To carve my pain inside

A locket to hang on the veil of space
My gift to the universe 
For all to crucify and flourish

With you I share
This special key
To open doors inside of me

Whether we're close
Or far apart
You'll have a place
Within my heart

For the future
Present and past
This key portrays
Moments to last

Now everyday
You wear this key
You'll feel our love
Faithfully

Make no mistake 
That the words I've said 
Have just begun life 
Not tired nor dead

Too many moments 
Have come and passed 
Where neither of hearts 
We allowed to surpass

I won't let a day 
Turn to night no longer 
Without speaking the words 
To a love that grows stronger

Today is now here 
Tomorrow, just a thought 
And I won't deprive 
What our hearts have sought

So let's say the words 
We both need to hear 
The ones that we feel 
As our hearts draw near

On this path, I've traveled far
Bound by night, led by stars
Somewhere, nowhere and in between
Guide my chaos to intervene

Hope is glorified doubt
Before the voids transcend to drought
Dreams are the midnight shroud-
Battered moonlight through the clouds

A simple mechanism to adore
Like tides from a distant shore
Or the fall of twilight sand
As you try to mold it within your hands

An artist's life- a passionate breath
A subtle kiss divides joy and death
Hail The Hanged Man!
Let him be adorned.
Commence the trial
The artist reborn

It's as if there is a saddle
****** upon my heart
A well worn invitation
For everyone and no one at all

Do you seek comfort?
You can use it
Need a release?
Abuse it

The axis of my heart has tilted
Stranger nor Lover knows its form
And though it now sets jilted
The saddle keeps it warm

There's solace within the rests... 
the subtle backbeats of existence 
dormant in my chest

Enter the ghost parade-
A soliloquy of love and pain
Waning echoes in unison
taut by fists and flames

Always a fire,
flicker to flame
Burn to respire,
Blaze to reclaim
Exhumed from the ash,
Yesterday's ember
Always a fire,
Deemed to remember

Always a fire,
Set to be free
Ignite the spires,
How bright the debris
Two Towers burning,
Oh, what a scene!
Always a fire,
Fates's love in between

Always a fire,
The strength he brings
Like flares on The Shire,
Cups of the King
And SHE -- The World,
The Sun, The Star
Always a fire,
The Lovers afar

Always a fire,
Passions composed
Like notes and strokes,
Intricately chose
Bound two souls --
The Universe, discerning
Always a fire,
February --
Yearning