there is a
time:

to be
blessed

and be
cursed

The sand hides the sun.
Through a fog of particulate silica.
Distorted.
For the first time in my life,
I may look upon that glowing
bearing, for minutes straight.

Innards swallow,
That rock it flings,
Paints on the light.
Now the water vapor hangs,
Amongst its spiny rays,
Creating a mist of cloudy haze.
My eyes must seek to,
Penetrate.
Alas they lose this skirmish fray.
The sun cannot hide its specter.
The doppelganger image always,
Dapper and prim.
Amongst the thoughts in rift entrails of brain,
I think i am my brain. I don't think that when, head cut from body,
Shall my soul reside where my heart was;
Instead I may see, conscious, from where the two parted.
Creating a scar from which to view this hazed sun.
Ever notice,
How the eyes,
Are the only,
Place,
You can,
See from...

I can be an Ammonite with many chambers calcified.
Ghost fossil human head.
A ghost in a shell.
My eyes will carve shapes from the clouds.

You could tempt me to the crease of a cliff
and I'd follow your scent mindfulness dismissed
I see your danger
The neon signs
but like an animal I trail you
sure to meet a dismise
I let go and plunge
A slave to lust
while you have me at the end of a loaded gun
My eyes begging you to pull the trigger
and deliver me to the only true forgiver
You are see through plastic
a worm in my casket
whispering sweet nothings that fail to hold my fantasy
I just want your frensy
The exchange of lonesome cleansing
That leaves me bitter and nasty
The kind of love I live to hate
but when you can not have the real thing hate is the only cake
I swear sooner or later they'll burn me at the stake

Turn the shame
Into art
They love nothing more
Than a broken heart

god would rather
have a you
that fails
than no you
at all
so i

like jasmine's comment
on facebook, when you can't
have hope, hold on to the hope
others hold for you

like desmond tutu
says, you know?
god says to you,
i don't have
anybody else!
except you!

god would rather
have a you
that fails
so i

my mouth is full of silence
it runs down my neck
and hides inside my shirt

i walk the ruins and find my words
tied to train tracks, try though
i might i cannot free them

the city drags me to the river’s edge
i want to weave a raft of words
but my mouth is full of silence

the city too is full of silence
choking suits and skyscrapers
only words are sharp enough scalpels

for the tracheotomy but the world is full
of silence and my mouth is full
of silence until you

open yours
and say

mine, too