little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

.
                                    how is it?
you only live once.
but you can die,
a thousand deaths.

                                    how is it?
i can be blinded,
by your beauty.
but beauty is
in the eye,
of the beholder.

                                    how is it?
that i live,
only for you.
but i live,
to change the world.

                                    how is it?
love is a,
battlefield.
but love is,
life's refuge.

                                    how is it?
you loom large,
in my eyes.
but you make,
the big things,
seem small.

                                    how is it?
that to you,
i am a queen.
but to me,
i am love's
fool... lost.

                                    how is it?
history repeats,
itself.
but you are,
my first truelove.

                                         how....
*how...

This is a story
about a boy who
smiled like an angel.

At once he smiled
it was a shy gesture
and just as subtly
and timidly
I fell in love
with both the boy
and the smile.

So innocent
yet capable
those heavenly lips
stretched over
shining teeth
that reflected such
promise.

So enamored was I
that I failed to notice
the boy's smile
waver
and disappear
just as fast.

By then it was
too late
when the allure
of the smile
dissipated
like a thick fog
of clouded judgement.

Before me stood
the boy
but not
the smile or its
heavenly essence.

Before me stood
a beautiful
devil
and he took
my heart
and ate it with
a devilish
grin.

I know it when I
See it
That look.
Haunting,
Ripping and
Tearing
Bliss that once was
Is no more.
When dreams are
Interrupted
Tainted
By Life and her cronies.
Reality has a face
It's everywhere
Pieces scattered
About
It even resides within
You,
My dear.

i went outside to find
poetry in bloom:
floral letters falling from trees,
creating their own narrative.
whispy words pollunated
my inspiration while
phrases buzzed past me
swarms of thoughts as
i watched the world
off writing grow
and come alive.

There's Trouble
Watch as she dances
To her wicked
Tune

And her?
O yes, that's
Misfortune.
She's a sneaky one...
She is a killer
Hiding
In the shadows.

Just look at
This one
She keeps her head
Down
She is quiet and somber
But present:
Sadness
She is everywhere all at once.

But he is my favorite
Always with me
A friend to us all,
Trailing silently behind
Hello, Death.

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
                    A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
                    Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
                    At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

                    She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
                    Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
                    Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
                    I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.