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AJ Cox Jan 2015
I am alone with these thoughts.
And I call them god. As I furiously long
For silence.
Among the frantic quiet.
The pestilence reeks of livid fights
That lend themselves to morning terrors.
I must remember I am only waking to a lightfilled night.
This consoles me to a point.
After which I remember times when---
I found a lord less lane and walked
To find the hungry  taunting.
And the poor throwing all their riches at my feet.
It was worth noting.
the brick houses shattered in the presence of( looking )
Glass streets.
AJ Cox Aug 2014
There is a line of men with withering yet seasoned looks against the bar, crouched over the dregs of beer and lacing dripping down respective glasses.
    Some of them are wrinkling the corners of their eyes to signify a smile as they loudly laugh to be heard. Others are slowly staring into the space before them as though it will disintegrate just as their will has over the years.
Tonight I am one of them, crouched in the corner drinking nothing but water placating my own need for mournful self sabotage with false notions of failure. And tonight,  I know I will succeed at last in solidifying my own identity as a stranger everywhere and a friend to those who live on the brink of disaster. And tonight, I breathe in the sweet saltiness of
******* nothing, no one
nowhere.
AJ Cox Jan 2017
When it happened
I was already dying
everything
happening
slowly
and then
it
was
done.

and I fought
but even if I hadn’t
I would still be to blame
for the shame
i ran from
that night
followed
me
for
ever.

so now I’m a dead girl-woman
writing to you from the other side
just to talk.
about this

Well not really talk
just describe
a story that
happened
to
repeat
itself
again.

and
again.

Until we were
all
silenced
by
our
own
admission
as damaged goods.

knowing
that people
look at you
with
fear

somehow
you're catching
contagious
victimhood
and
tell
you
“well just don’t walk alone tonight.”

As though somehow
you would be to blame
if it happens again

but this time
you're sure
you’d just *******
**** him

before
running
again.

because at least this time
someone
else could
bleed
instead.
AJ Cox Apr 2012
This road less traveled, has been walked down before
A million times and a million times more
So much that people’s feet have gotten rather swollen and sore.
As they sit from the sidelines watching you limp through the road that has been traveled
Some more
Thinking, “******* this road’s a *****.”
AJ Cox Apr 2012
elemental [ˌɛlɪˈmɛntəl] adj
1. fundamental; basic; primal the elemental needs of man
2. motivated by or symbolic of primitive and powerful natural forces or passions elemental rites of worship
3. of or relating to earth, air, water, and fire considered as elements

My skin shapes itself around the scars seared mercilessly
Into my mind, soul and body.
I breathed you in.
The salt and tobacco, overwhelming
As I recall your twisted embrace
Enchanting, and toxic
Suffocating my soul, diminishing the blaze.
And I must rekindle myself
To find that place,
where you can’t be.
There is a part that wants .
To feel your presence, once again.
Holding me
Back down, into the dust that shapes,
and folds under
Crushing waves.
Of water
as they are colored by the suns flames
here resides an ever present rage
The fibers of forest green are darkened beneath
The weight of wet
assimilation
Transpires, enveloping you into a distant memory
Of nothingness
My scars seared on like armor
Remind I burn through air
And earth
Transcending creation,
Destruction’s my curse
You, as the maker
Took more than I was worth.
Maybe you knew in the wisdom
That sometimes comes with
strife.
The life you had given
Was not yours to claim.
These walls I built for water
stand sturdy, scorched by pain.
AJ Cox Apr 2012
Tell me tell me
Where did the light go?
This is the end where it all began.
As heart-break built an
Artist, who pushed it all away
For genius, a moment of glory, recognition
To burn in someone else’s being.
But now all the pages have been
Typed, the blood with which this **** was writ
Has long since run dry
And the solitary moments that once inspired, now lack
A special burn
Tedium has sunk the ship
/and everything more important has been lost.
This is beginning of the end
Of a being
Who hung from the rafters, legs reaching for the inferno, eyes without spark
Clinging to earth as a material corpse became
Too shallow to dissipate
Into ever-thinning air.
AJ Cox Jan 2015
Did you see the children in grave washed masses.
Going to their regurgitate-*******-white middle classes.
At the altar bent over in prayer
Giving it up to father almighty
With their false sincerity, and moral ******* gripping ever so tightly
To cultureless social constructs.
Encouraged under thinly veiling drapes
To discriminate, in-tolerate, and perpetuate hate.
Did you see the bravado, pomp, and gilded age?
As it passed by sixty million in their chains of rage.
While authority figures in houses of might
Turned the cheek, cocked the gun, closed their eyes and set their sights.
I wish I could say
This is talk of former days.
But sadly this will to indoctrinate
Others minds into a foggy haze
Of superstitious dogma
Where messiahs are no more than profits, and missions to save souls
Are only to serve strategic end goals.
Is not history
It is today.
AJ Cox Apr 2012
This one time I felt* your pull of my
Hips, subtly curving to meet your touch
Fingers c
                a
                   s
                      c
                         a
                           d
                              i
                                n
                                  g
                                     through my hair hanging
Medium to fine
Fire*
            
                Down
                         My
                              back.

And pulled it hard-er.  Please.
AJ Cox Sep 2016
the many brushstrokes of our love transformed
colors into muddled messes.
kind words come out in curses
and silence obliterated foundations strong as stone.
  Shifting narratives paint
murals of sadness and neglect
instead of illuminating the truth,
as they filter through the cathedral’s stained glass
like my many sins
in a life before i knew the lines in your irises.
green like grass.

watching the moon for expression
is like waiting
for your words to bandage a wound
pride tore open further than
the deepest depths of an ocean
and the tiny cuts
i feel every time i hear your common name on another man’s body.
they are not the same.
logic tells me
you were by no means extraordinary
or excpetional.
but to me?
you were every breath
in my heaving chest, running out of room for sorrow
every gust of wind running through my hair
and all the tiny atoms of my being that were reborn when you woke each morning.
     Someday far into the future,
     you will die in a regular fashion
     and my heartstrings
     will break
     one
     after
     another.
     and
    again.
    as
    i
    too
    become
    dust.
in a life before i knew the lines in your irises.
green like grass.
AJ Cox Apr 2012
YOU aint no gangsta.
With a pistol grip pump.
******* underaged girls
For money to buy junk.
You’re a player for sure.
Playin with minds of children is easy.
Capitalist pigs like you make me queasy.  
You smashin the man?
Youre jackin off to the sounds of the system,
Beatboxin records while the ignorant minds listen.
To illusions of grandeur…
Your caddy rims rollin.
All the while corporations controllin
Your mind.
YOU aint no gangsta
With a pistol grip pump.
youre just a ****. *****-average guy
Walking a racial divide
Elitist **** telling another whitemans lie.
To the masses of laborers.
Buyin what you be sellin
Your  notions of success
Aint my version of rebellin.
AJ Cox Apr 2012
How can I fall out of favor
With your
Soulful need
For me
And my own selfish need for you
I mean
Tomorrow night
I may be with something more productive
(Like my thoughts and dreams)
But there is a destructive
Force inside of these
Pressuring  this unforgivable union
Of sorts
I mean
Monogamy is *******
Right up there with altruism
Right?
But then there is you and I.
Is it just the two of us,
That can defy the laws of
Rational reason, logic aside?
yes, I feel as though it must…be
so here is my ode
to a bottle of ’03 Bordeaux.
AJ Cox Apr 2012
There was this one time I wrote
To the mad man who sat
Catty corner
To my thoughts
But on par
With my emotions.
He pushed me out of my poem, told me to get lost
And asked for some change.
Indignant.
Who did he think he was?
His graying hair, was long gone
Traded in for the simplicity
Of a bald head
That made him look like Buddha
If the Buddha had a drinking problem
Wrinkled skin
And an ill temperament
That’s what he would look like
Sitting catty corner to my soul
In a tender bar.
Where rings of condensation
Encircled a home for the pilsner glass
Filled to the top with melting ice
That rests astride a pint
Glass now empty .
I finished the thick dark liquid an hour ago
At this point, I’m imploring the barman
To fill it, with whiskey instead of beer
He refuses
And assures me of my inability
To stomach that much liquor,
Hands me more receipt paper
And glances over the crumpled
Failures
Crowding my designated
Region of the bar.
Lips question writers block
But his eyes
Tell me
He knows
All the false starts surrounding my person
Indicate
A lack of conviction when it really counts—
I glare back
As he shakes his head
Mutters something about
Women giving him grey hair
And he tells me to drink my ******* water
My catty corner mad man has long since
Gone,
I, left with the self consciousness
And wet rings of condensation
That safely harbor my thoughts
At the tender bar.
AJ Cox Jun 2014
tomorrow.... i may not wake in a cold sweat wishing you were next to me
instead of nothing
well theres someone there
someone perfect
and wonderful
but i know i will wake in that cold sweat
because
tonight of all nights
i know
the shape next to me is not
you.
and someday in the future
you will still
be too unkind to hear my tears
as the ever-growing pool at my feet
turns in a silent plea
for your benediction and forgiveness
you cant afford to give
because, in spite of all this,
you
might probably love me
tomorrow
someday
in the future
you said.
AJ Cox Jan 2017
Woman,
The world has been wonderful, awful and everything in-between.
You’ve muddled through storms of responsibility
And challenges to your identity
Woman.
That’s you
And me.
Woman.
Walking through this world
Confidently in the direction
Of dreams
For success.
Is no small feat.
Our lives are defined
By this beautiful mask of
Perfection.
I’d like to toss in the trash
And **** on——indefinitely.
Woman.
Confined to the words;
Crazy, pretty, sweet.
I like my mothers and sisters shameless and brave.
Defiant and enraged.
Do not lower your voice.
Or your gaze.
Tomorrow you will wake
And do all of the things, that are expected of you.
But you will do them with extraordinary resilience.
On the mornings where you cannot
bring yourself to rise from the ashes
Of another defeat
Know
I am here with you.
Whispering.
Woman,
You are not perfect. You're extraordinary. The stuff of dreams.
When this world dims your light,
I hope you know you can count on me to hold your heavy heart in mine.
And ignite your spirit so you may once
Again, be
Woman.

— The End —