Ink stains like blood
My poems spill only
one-sided stories

I paint over the words
But it cannot be covered
by brighter phrases

Like a ghost
Who lives on my pages
Screaming it will not be expelled
just because I'd like it to go

When I leave it alone
It only whispers
to be remembered

I decide to leave it
there a little while longer

Curiosity killed the cat I'm told but was I also told it kills the soul?
No.  
Ignorance is bliss when your mind is latched with no intentions of finding the keys.
Don't question what you've been told you cannot understand.
Begin chipping the stone below your feet until it washes away.
You'll have to wade the water or give way.
You will sit in the heat of the sun while trying to connect your stem back to your root.
Don't question what you could never understand, the most almighty.
Slowly you will be crushed back into the dust from which you came.
Do not sereve yourself from all that is "good."
Break.
Tears roll atop pores of my face to dry lips
Salty truths no longer a gray cloud above my head.
Pit Pat, Pit Pat
The rain dances on the headstone of my Christian beliefs.
From earth and water a star eyed child is given birth by help of moonlight.
Now galaxies float above my skull
seeping into the cracks.
These beliefs cannot be transcribed to teach others.
Scrap the mud from your ears and eyes.
Listen to the whispers.
Relinquish your physical sight.
Let the wind baptize you in truth.
Sometimes we must die to live again.

You put body before mind
and should be weary of your words at this time.

Desires blowing fires through
your skin, be genuine.

Bite the drunk tongue
even through bleedin'.

Don't let me wipe it clean
until you've said what you truly mean.

You put mind before body
and I'm not weary of your words spoken then.

There’s a copper covered floor
     swept in by father’s hand.

And a sweet scent dwelling in the thick air
     of mother’s sigh.

Streams leak into the sills
     upon my face.

And a blindfold
     drapes the *****.

A mesmerizing buzz
     echoes within.

And irrationality
     fills my presence.

The drops
as black as her soul.
Blurred vision
by the salty streaks
rolling madly down
a face left scorned.
Swells of air
pulled inside lungs
that might as well be crushed.
Numbness spreads
like a disease from the knees
then to shaky legs.
After body separates from soul,
these lips will be last to go.
She'll never know
how her darkened soul
brightened my dreary day.

Everybody's dying to be heard,
And yet it's silent...we don't make a sound.
If we'd realize the power of our words before we'd speak them, we'd be found.

We'd be found, closer than we are right now.
Maybe then we'd realize, we're all looking through the same eyes.

It really breaks my heart to watch this fall apart.
As we stand there in the distance, saying "It's too late to fix this."
We'll leave it up to someone else.
We'll give our thoughts away for free, and then we'll buy them off the shelf.

We're closer than we've ever been.
I think it's time for us to begin...
To find some kind of compromise.
Cause we're all looking through the same eyes.

Beaty eyes
they stare into me.
Beaty heart
I feel the shake.
Beady sweat
between brows gather.
Beaty bodies
we feed the anxiety.