When love says
“this bond is timeless”
as years are measured
out in decades
plus.

weighted by
the bond founded
upon unbreakable
trust.

love says forever
love has no track
of time, a clock watch,
or a calendar

love needs no
reminder for
everyday spent
together.

when love says,
“10, 20, 50 years from
now I will still hold you.”
faithfulness is kept
near.

After all this “time,”
without rhyme, nor reason
with the passage of
each four seasons

I will keep you
close to me,
Love sings-

“I envy the way
your ribcage cradles
your heart.
my hand
your hand
palms pressed
as lovers,
as they never will
part.”
and -

This is,
what
Love Says.

this will

this will make a difference
this will make a worldly difference
and in this

this is what will make this
earth shake
quiver and break the surface
this will-

this will make peaks and plains
this will make valleys and run rivers
like veins as tributaries
this will-

this will flood the brain with
rushing gushing thoughts
this will be touching spots of
grey matter and places we thought
never mattered
this will-

this will make a difference
this will make all the difference
and leave footprints where the sand won't wash away the imprints brought on by the tides
this will-

this will,
this will change lives.

I wear your shoes
just to see what these soles
have tread upon

I put myself in your
worn leather just to see
from your perspective

Truth is- I'm not so
sure I like it...

The forward motions
going nowhere- is like stepping
in quicksand

I try and stand tall, but I'm
drowning and feeling small in
your shoes.

And I could have chosen
to have never laced up
these boots

But then again,
I would have never gained such
perspective of the neglected

So I unlace them.
place them on your shoe rack
and wear my own dusted boots
for the lack of love or light or
just coming home to us

to me at night.

I have my own shoes to fill now
and you can choose to wear mine
and see what I see

Or continue on in your shoes-
perspective distorted
to stumble on blindly.

so they were blind
then given two eyes to see
they struggled no longer
their vision now free

uncovered from darkness
they fed off of light
consumed and devoured each thing in plain sight
what had once intrigued their naked minds
was disposed from their thoughts and tightly confined

vivid colors
of burnt orange, a sea of deep green
were now just lost in an empty dream
what they saw was not radiant
not the slightest bit fair
they looked past the beauty
their world was now bare

feeling exposed
and voracious for more
the ones given two eyes
opened a door
inside of this portal
was a world dimly lit
they fell suddenly into a darkened abyss

light started to fade
they collapsed in despair
the ones given two eyes
no longer saw what was there
a shroud of darkness covered their eyes
blankets of sorrow embedded with cries...

open your mind to what is plainly sight
absorb the world and take in the light
do not let the universe pass you by
allow it to enter
and open your third eye

It wasn't’ that this
was meaningless.
it just means it
meant less

I knew the meaning
and your intentions
weren't’ pure
nor true and I won’t

forget.

It wasn't’ that this
was pointless.
it just points it
pointed out less

I knew the handwritten
letters became shorter
and smudged, so you're
less sharp, dull, worn
to a stub

I knew that this
wasn't’ helpless
it just helps to show
how the help was less.

I stopped becoming
so dependent on what
are your ideals and
notions

all that commotion made
it a cocktail potion for
disaster
I never thought you
were a master with emotions
nor words

Though none the
less
these action verbs
had always meant
less.

what is this?
an abyss of the mind?
lost in translation.
lost in space, lost in time.

an evolution, a change, the hurt fills your veins
it's nothing like rock- so fluid the brain
only memories, and thoughts
like granite deeply ingrained

it is difficult to remain
internally
externally
and mentally sane

unravel the pieces
of an unsound mind
apprehensive to do so
fearful of what you will find

the worlds four dimensional
-which dimension's your own?
pressures, expectations
have you consumed, and lost in your zone

we each harbor pain, and hold depth in us all
only it's too hard  to swallow or follow
so broken, mistaken and misunderstood
we pretend to understand, to comprehend,


-yet with an unsound mind there is no end.

the words of
a lie
were true.

they truthed
uncertain territories
backtracking forwards
through the blurred
clarity of certainty

the words of
a truth
were untrue

and they too
believed facts which
made fallacies
masks and surfaced this-

these ties twisted
into lies so they created
straight lines
geometrically

doing the undone
connecting synapses
making constellations
for mapping the brain

asymmetrically, star gazing
blindly when similarity
fades boldly, what is
indifferent to the the same

what is more contradicting
than comparing
the insane to the sane?

yet this tangible diversion
is simple and complex
in validity

and so. truth be told.

a lie to be,
is a truth to me.

a truth for me,
is a lie to be

from day
one
it was spoon feed
ME

and from then on
it was bite the hand
that feeds thee

feed me
fear
eat me
taste the blood
sweat and tears

a hearty meal
of violence

from the silent weeping
when no one
will fill the cup
of silence
for the thirsty

to the unsharpened
outspoken fork and knife
a voice calling
fill my stomach and
serve me

a three course meal
for the needy
pleasing but still
hungry and demanding

hand em
the entire platter
cause it don't matter
a second helping isn't
enough

the server
the waiter
or the waiting
on unsatisfied beings

feed me
something easy
to digest so
I can't rest easy

seizing the cook
the butcher
or the maid

mouths watering
for the after taste.

poetry-

you take the anguish
and pain away
you stay as a constant
reminder on that piece
of paper

poetry-

you are a constant reminder
of what power the pen
can hold
of what stories through written
language can be told

poetry-

you hold me sound
like a crying child when
no one is around speaking to
me to stand my ground

poetry-

you are a safety net
an emotional outlet
I plug in my thoughts
and you electrify the world
lighting it up like
one thousand circuits

poetry-

you are my foundation
my solace and hope

you saved me.
you gave my
life a purpose.

I am color blind-
to reds greens and blues
curious of what colors
appear in your dreams or visions too

I question the
spectrums of
your perceptions

in the midst of the
differentiations in
our walks of life,
thoughts and insights

there are many shades
of black and white

so how can you
possibly see with
those eyes
shut tight

as if lids were pressed,
superimposed
with eyes blurred
or closed

when you say my blue
is not your blue,
I ask why they
cannot be both.

these people.
these ******* people.
the ones on the subway
the ones revin'  their engines in their "sweet rides"

they stare
you're so ****** aware
that their eyes
burn a hole in the back of your
neck

it all about self respect
and you spit in the dust
with disgust
theres no hope for a better future
because theres no ****** respect left

it all got lost
in the melting ***
and we've got the whole world at
our finger tips
we've got a voice to spill out like *****

but this voice is beautiful and it comes from the
lips

and im talkin musically
the jives and the riffs
where you let the vibes sound right
and when the beats feelin tight
you sway your hips and you throw your arms in the air

you don't give a ****. you don't care.

these people.
these ****** people.
they stare.

you say some silent prayer to yourself
some **** like
keep those eyes away

see theres a whole lota **** you keep
silent
but you really want to say

i don't know
somethin like: how you use pain to mask pain
and everyday is the same
when the drugs in your veins

so cut it wide open
and let all run red
run run
run red

but wait.

you cant let this **** go straight to your
head

instead silence the thoughts
since they'll label you
crazy

maybe
maybe you're crazy
maybe you're insane
to the point where meds don't do jack
**** to contain-

they just unleashed
the beast

and that little voice in your mind
the one that tell you simple matters
as in "turn left here"
or don't forget to shut the light

is now stabbing at your brain with a
mother ****** knife

they say its alright
they said luvox and prozac, and kolonipin and vyvanse
will fix you
fix you.
get you through

it could.
it would possibly give you a chance.

to be normal

but what the hell is normal?
is normal conforming to society?
is normal facing everyday with a life of
sobriety

it cant be
theres no such thing as normalcy

theres no such thing as peace
or self expression
or that release
when you know that you've got it all at your fingertips

and then it splits-
it tears and rips
this world is cut wide open man
because of the people.
the ****** people.

as they try to decide
who you are,

and you laugh
because the fronts, the facades,
to cover up lies

the makeup or drugs
or those clothes
are just a disguise

and when you're weakened and worn
and no one will realize
how badly you've been tattered and torn
they don't give a ****. they don't even care.

because these people,
these ******* people.
will stare

stare into space
stare right through you
stare into an abyss
stare straight into nothing
into nowhere.

you know its not right
you know its not fair
but what do you know?

you're just one of them too.
you cant deny it
or hide it

we haven't evolved
were still monkeys and apes
running wild...

see were still running wild...
just on a monotonous and mild
frontier

its the people.
the ******* people who stare.
trying to figure you out.

size you up

but they always happen to
catch you
when you're stuck in the rut

when you look like ****
when you're in a manic state
throwin a rant or a fit
and hey thats great..

but they always scope you out-
i didn't brush my teeth today
just stuck a piece of gum
in my ******* mouth

its those days
those people.

when you want to scream and shout
those ******* people who size you up in a
  minute.

but if they'd just lived it.
man if they'd just been in it.
and experienced the *******.

the people
those ******* people

who have used and abused
this world and this land

we stand and demand
peace and freedom
an some say
**** it

we don't need em'

but some recite it like the bible or the koran
raise their palms to some higher power
and some fight it

because these people need to
wake the **** up
stop starring
and get a grip.

these ****** people
need to understand this:

the whole worlds at their fingertips.

there's a place
for those feelings.
those moments

when they take
your
breath
away.

it hurts every
day
and the way
I draw lines
upon your face,

there's a time and place
for all of that too.

for all ive
been through

when they take
your breath
away

you'll be too
busy to
notice.

just focus.

let me absorb all
the pain
and play the game
of refrain.

refrain from all
thought
refrain from all
feeling.

I'll be stealing
every emotion
from your
chest

and I guess
I'll undress
let you see me
for what I am.

can you see me.
for I demand
honesty.

and honestly
can you see me?

flesh and bone
alone
with every sin
in my skin

for when they
take your
breath
away

I'll stay
listen to your
sorrows and worries

don't worry im
in no hurry
to leave.

I'll be soon lost
in your memories
tangled in the past

while im falling
and crawling
to grasp onto
reality

that this is real.

when I steal
an image
from your mind
and unwind
the proof

find truth
when there's
no use
no excuse.

for a mistake
that will
shake and
break this world
to splinters.

love poems?
they ****.
**** love songs,
and love notes

you pulled my heart
strings and it's all
that it took to make
me; that
"old soul"
somethin brand new

but did you know
I never wrote love
poems about you
I never wrote **** for
you because it pained
and the hurt was so raw and real

it made me feel like I wanted to
crawl out of my own flesh
I regret even kissing you
tracing my fingers upon
the surface of your skin

it sickens me
the hours the clock
spent ticking for you
**** it. I hate you
and I'm glad I never wrote for you.

but now I'm love sick
cause I'm sick of love
and the tears don't just run
they don't stop
I can't turn myself off like a faucet

**** this. I wish I'd forgotten all of it
because I'm a poet
and I wrote for me.
maybe out of selflessness no- just selfishly.
****. and if I could
I would.

the things I'd do
now.
just to
write for you.

you've left a footprint
in my mind.
/
you've left behind
the traces of the past
the memories
and a concave
wave
/
leaving curvatures
creating
those permanent
steps
across the
expanse of
my brain
/
upon the
landscaped
planes
valleyed
peaks
/
and the blood
vessel'd tributaries
/
I felt you flowing
in my veins-
within me
/
without me
inside upstream
outside downstream.
/
the currents quiet. the tides subside.
/
you've left a footprint,
in my mind.

/
I think you'd be
impressed
with the old
pieces
Ive kept
/
it’s a residual
effect. this left
consistent motion.
similar to erosion
/
changing, rearranging-
kind of like continental
drift.
but sometimes
there wasn’t any motion
just slow motion
/
but some emotions
picked up on all
four seasons
/
breathing an air of cold winter.
once sinister,
brought pure laughter.
the sun luminescent mirroring my skin
came spring and summer
/
I spread
em’ wings
-to be the bird
I’d always wanted to be
  /
peaceful.
unleashed.
free.
  /
riding the air.
it's the best
feeling-
being alive
to be redefined, unconfined.
/
you've left a footprint
in my mind
/
I was too blind and
  I’ll never
forget this
  /
I just
  felt the need
to disappear with
no dusted prints behind
though...
/
and so I crept out
the back
door slow.
/
because it didn't
feel like those
“traditional” goodbyes.
  /
wasn't chiseled in stone.
engraved in bone.
/
no handshake
no promise
we didn’t see-
eye to eye.
/
kind of equally analogous
to the sun rising
into the earth
/
  chaos turned
  to clarity.
-I left.
but I strived with
/
cold sweat,
with every stride
with every step
/
and the regret I carry
is something
I will never forget.
/
I was climbin’
to the top of
Mt. Everest.
/
except without you,
I fell off the grid.
it was all
plate tectonics
/
my world is
spinning off its axis.
and I haven't been
the same
since.
/
but it gives me a
hopeful glimpse-
when I'm lookin up
at those stars
  /
feels like bright day
in the middle of
night.
/
I’d like to
think you’re
lookin’ at the
  same stars
  /
wherever you
might be.
I hope you’re looking at
that same sky.
/
you've left
behind a
                       footprint
                              
   forever
in my mind.

he's got himself
trapped inside a box
and locked away
with thoughts

can't concentrate
on trying to
escape that box

chained with shackles and
locks he don't really
walk the talk
with his mouth sewn up
and his mind inside that box

he's boxed away
and taped
it shut

but please just don't
box away
everything you got...

cause some boxes were placed
inside other boxes
to hide those
real internal conflicts

he wrapped it up and cut
ribbons
to make em
pretty

except the boxes
inside boxes
were concealed already

the box is packed
his hands are steady
his head is ready

but the box is so dark
he stares off blindly

the box was sealed
since sealing the box
it manifested itself
into its own paradox

he's enclosed
in a life that will
not pass
time that
won't turn clocks

like gears broken
years in fear left
unsaid and unspoken

so now he's lost with
an untamed
soul inside
that locked box.

I cross my heart// and hope for// life// strive to stick new perspectives// before// a fresh set of// eyes.