for once,
no words.
only feelings,
and their intimate
communications

At the end of the day,
even if you walk away
you've called my tenderness to wake
bringing love to every day.
and it will never dissipate,
the love you've set inside my veins,
and I won't let it escape
as long as your light never fades.
you've taken me and rearranged
the empty spaces in my brain
making me forever changed,
leaving my aggressions tamed.
maybe it's been hard to say
all of the things we need to say,
but even if you walk away,
you've called my tenderness to wake,
I am forever changed.

pushing out the centric whole,
this vacuum pulls my soul inside;
stitching rags with threads of gold
laid over bones too old to hide;
inside myself this vessel holds
a sense of me i’ve not contrived
made into being by the hands
that work this living threaded bind

that ghostly hand binds ribs to lung
now thickening the air i breathe,
the specters have stirred up the dust
that clouds the halo over me.
a mist of dust from the chiseled stone,
or the rust of ancient foreign locks -
concealing rooms where all is filed;
time, reason, risk and cost.

the dust will settle, still until then
i’ve solder’d soul onto my skin
there are no shadows, we’ve bathed in light
new magnet pulls through, spectrum shift turns to white.
as howls ring out, carving through stormy dune,
the sun is eclipsed by the pivotal moon.

i cant seem to find
the source of this weight.

be still

there is a flicker in your heart.
your wick will not contend,

the binding is secure.

here nothing moves.
where fire, consumes;
subconsciously project the light.
be known, in truth
mountains will move
but there will always be a fight.

so tether not your searing soul;
as only your hands can remove.
hot as the sun on ancient sand
burn brightly,
keep your head held high.

lost in the madness of new thoughts, alone.
tired of having no heart and no home
these humble hands have been worked to the bone
I'm silently fighting to keep them from stone.
fighting for air, determined to stay afloat,
the waves are pulling at me, it's hard enough not to choke.

free as a bird with its wings freshly clipped
can't shake the chains of realities grip
even these clothes feel much too tightly knit
and the weight that I carry bears me down with it.
and yet something calls to me, still something I missed
something that beckons my heart through all this.

perhaps there's a light at the depths of this sea
or countless great treasures for me, possibly
or maybe there's something that I can't perceive,
but its hard to have heart when you've seen what I've seen.

though still, if it's sinking, it's down with the ship
no hope to escape the vessel I'm in
always and forever, through thinnest of thin,
she's learning to live with my terrible skin.

she is precisely
the poem
that I aspire
to write.

breathe the leaves;
harmony with trees
to clear the dust from weary lungs
and plant the ancient seeds.
we cleanse our chest in sacred tongues,
as wood can never bleed;
paint the skys with all our eyes
and let our spirits scurry free.

our bones do ache
and fingers shake,
as we watch death die
where our peace is made

crescendos of light will lead us through the night
astral wings stir winds of flight
amidst the vast celestial light
we own the sky; we run the night.
and with god, we share our sight.

with god we share our sight.

I've been tripping over my own two feet since I got here,
and even in my thoughts these situations still somehow seem to appear
but I've gotten here
despite my fears and weary arms
spent from balancing myself between
the life I live
and who you need me to be
and from what I've seen, it's
quite a close call, as we have both been miserably mistaken many times before our hearts would collide.

it's your tenderness that keeps me here,
the heat of your breath warming my ear
as your whispers of love tickle behind my eyes,
you've climbed through my heart into my mind.

im sorry darling, it’s time to go.
i’ve packed my things for heading home
i’ve left the water atop the stove
to boil until i’m back.
so watch it very carefully
as all of my insecurities
are bubbling ferociously
in attempt to gain the integrity they lack.
i hope that when i do return
you haven’t smashed my precious urn
for ashes are ashes, already burned
but still, they’ve been much more than that

before.

words are not enough
they always present such skewed connotations.

there are blacker shadows still
than those you’ve made your way inside.
in every corner, dressed to ****
lurks every demon that you hide;
and you may walk quite a fine line
but how dense is your great divide,
and is your gravity enough to take from me
what has so long been mine?

concurrently, the thorny rose has made its cuts run deep
and while it cannot be uprooted, still it must submit to sleep;
and in its sleepy daze the only truth that blossoms from its stem
is that the truth is but a tool that’s forged by us and used by them.

a gallery of faces now to choose that hazy mask,
wherein the mystery supplied will quickly shift and never last.
and though i’ve gathered it up once,
it seems a necessary place
inside this junction between where your heart once was,
and empty space

i have lost my faith in love
when i lost my favorite one
no kiss, no kiss, no kiss.

my words are so cold that i choke
on the lies i spit from my throat
a hunger pouring from my mouth;
slowly dripping out the corners as i soak my soul in doubt.

if theres a place i haven’t been yet,
take me there; take me now
take the heart inside chest
rip the seams and make a mess
and go pin it to your sweater,
or on your hat just like a feather.
i know it’s floated on my sleeve
but girl i want you to believe
that there are diamonds in your hair
because you know you’ve got a flair
thats unmistaken to my eye,
cause you and i know how to fly.

an hourglass as i see your hips ******
there’s glass between us, underneath us
though no reflection will deceive us.
and though deception come between us,
still our universe perceives us,
just as irony defeats us;
so ill hold your hand and pretend
that through you i can make my amends.

my words were so cold that i choked
on the lies i spat from my throat
hunger poured from my mouth;
slowly dripping out the corners as i’d soaked my words in doubt.

is an unparalleled

gravity


pulling you



away




from





right






now

can one honestly apologize
for misery
that isn’t fully understood

when hope has a chance
i will soften my heart

there are no walls
inside your mind.
there are no lines
to walk beside;
in counting days
or tracing time
these lines are made
to seem defined,
but no such thing
could ever be
in minds that
furrow infinitely

do animals
have less fear
because they live
without
words

Maybe I should have picked up my phone
And just called
Instead of thinking about you
from time to time,
As if you were not already
Listening,
Waiting to answer.

Sometimes sh*t don’t make any sense,
It’s all about the way it comes across
Or maybe the way that it doesn’t
even leave my head
half the time.

How should I put it,
perhaps,
other heads don’t always
work like mine does.