The waves in your dark hair
that catch the light
that gives it shades of brown
as it falls around your face
and lands softly on your shoulders
reveal your tiger eyes.

they pierce the soul of its prey
peering into its past lives
skinned and naked to your gaze
as you savor the taste of its flesh
blood coloring your savage lips.

you're the top of the food chain.
there's nothing delicate about you.
other men would long for your body.
I'm forever haunted by your face,
the prey to your tiger eyes.

Sam@042117

your wine at nine

Wondering where you might be
But knowing what you would be doing
That at this time you'd be sipping your wine
whereever you are, whomever you're with.
I wish I was with you for an hour every night at nine.
I miss talking to you when you have that glass,
And you're playing with it in your hand.
Because you ask me the strangest questions
And you're in that mood in your mind,
When you laugh at my straight answers,
mocking me for being as serious as I'm inclined.
While you're enjoying your wine,
I hide that I enjoy making you smile,
In the night's dimming light of nine.

Sam@041517

It's hell to be the ones we love.

Daylight shadows disguised in trees
To shadows in curtains blowing in the breeze
While exploring those legs, smooth and long
Your eyes glazed, soothed in songs.
but not in love,
That emotion, needing to be void of.

For it's hell to be the ones we love.
The ones in life we used to adore.
Other stars brighter as days grow darker,
the moon eclipsing the sun before
Thinking together we knew us better
Than anybody who claimed to know us more.
That our closest friend was you a stranger
Was the strangest paradox of life we swore.

It's hell to be the ones we love
That which is born of many hard years
Held to a golden standard above.
Every year together, the bloodier the tears
Tormenting vows, rebelling in actions,
Questioning truths, shaking their fears
Shooting pain killers to dull those emotions,
Then killing those fears as the end nears.

It's hell to be the ones we love.

Enticed by new eyes that glaze in ecstasy
Abandoning old eyes that crave for love.

under the blanket of mundane

covered in sheets of disdain

the devil chases your allusion

while god conceals you in his shadow

where there's no fight left in your battle

and lack of reason is your peace

those eyes recede into darkness

behind bangs of bluest blackness

only isolation defeats the sadness

and you slide into silence.



Sam@032817

Crazy to think.
That our love rose higher
Than the mountains we climb
Than the scorpions in our selves
That crawl out of the sands of time,
Than the daemons of doubt
Dredged out of the edges of our mind,
Than the mentality of mortality
That dooms every ending of our kind.
It's just crazy to think.
The words of an idea
May be all that survive.

Sam@031917

I saw myself in her,
I thought I knew her,
but then her actions were confusing,
until I realized she was me,
but at barely thirty,
that's how I would have been.
more sure and distracted
by expectations and planning,
everything I now long to shed
back then I longed to build.
possessions and collections
became the anchors, but then the chains.
they keep me from leaving,
... that keep me from living.
in a moment free of a past
not tied to a future,
in a second that turns to weeks,
that prolonged timeless moment.
for the non-evasive so elusive.
she's still the closest thing to me
but in her supposed prime,
drifting constantly,
with a different sense of time,
so her actions keep confusing me,
me, not who I used to be.

he gave her roses
in shiny colors of red and pink,
they didn't bloom
they looked good till they withered.
gifted her promises of a tomorrow
that could never be opened.
displayed on a shelf, they dried.
a never lasting nothingness
the emptiness of anticipations
unrealized by life's design.
if anybody was in love
it was clear they hadn't lived long enough,
or they had lied.
young love always dies.
dead like the roses.