While we are not done sleeping,
the early day awakes.
Beginning up above-
As lemon yellow drips across the sky
Crimson bleeds into the clouds
Gold beams spotlight shadows
Radiating from their ever burning host.
Sweet orange is squeezed onto the horizon
As the firey sunshine glows, no longer by itself:

Emrald fire begins to dance upon the ground,
Letting lime find itself in the early morning grass.
Ivy creeps between the smallest places
And jade paints itself into the leaves.

Sapphire jewels rain down
Falling into indigo waves.
Cerulean lakes shimmer upon a frozen land
As cobalt sheds itself into the depths
And navy darkness smudges everything.

All while we are sleeping.

The painter wakes up early,
Careful not to miss it all.

Electric currents
Surging
Pulsing
Flow.
White hot light
Traveling
Currents.
Thrum
Thrum
Thrum.
Static feel
And the steady
Vibrations
On fingertips
Energy
Rippling
Invisible.
Spark
Spark
Spark.
Flames
Orange and
Hot.
Catch quickly
To the bedroom
Wall.
Licking the
Curtains.
Toasting the
Ceiling.
Invisibility,
Can destroy.
Thrum
Thrum
Thrum.

-5/9/10

It's funny
how i thought i could trust you
after so many times,
you let me down.
Funny how
i never got tired
of seeing your face,
even after every lie-
and i never will.
Really funny
how i always
come crawling back.
no matter what you do.
So funny
how i love you,
and will never stop.
even when you stopped
loving me.
It's funny how
i am the one person
that was there for you
but you
brushed me away.
It's funny.
and i am laughing
while you cry.

You know how i feel
when i look into your eyes?
No, you dont.
Because I've never told you.
Although, if i did,
I dont think words could
describe...
but I'll try-

Adrenaline ******
Pouring fire
into my heart
slamming my viens
over and over
my fingers tingle
my chest contracts
it seems
you pull the air
out of me.
Those unbelieveable
brown eyes
just one look
forever burned.
You are what i want.
What i am fighting for,
to keep you,
to love you,
to hold you,
begging you to stay.
Im searching for
your answer
and in that
one second,
when our eyes lock,
I cant breathe.
But i can feel the smile
tugging my mouth
upwards.
And that's all i need
to know.

You...
you make me
melt.
Please, before you
leave,
look back at me
so i can at least
glimpse
what once was
and what, for me,
forever will
be.

you are an itch that drives me crazy.  A rash that spreads across my heart.  Poison ivy has nothing on you.  You make me scratch and scratch till I bleed…but still, no relief.  Inflamed is my soul, waiting for the burn to stop…will it ever stop?  Fingernails digging grooves into swollen skin, I need ice, snow, something…anything to stop this fire.  But its no use.  For every ounce of relief I gain, you sting me twice as hard, reminding me that you will always be there.  Buzzing around me, crawling up my back, swarming my body.  Making me writhe.  Yet only you can stop this.  Only your cool skin against mine, only your sweet breath, your touch.  You are the only medicine.  The only one that can help me.  Your kiss is the only relief.  Your love is the only cure.

Lava molten moving
Slowly eating
Burning burying
Rolling down
The hot black
Igneous
Grey smoke plumes
Twirling trembling
Orange and red
Crackling surfaces
Silent destruction
The ground shakes
Like a snail
It moves.
Violent and massive
Fearsome fire
Cataclysmic 1883

The Summer is here...or was, once.
I remember it, beautiful and green.
The lush hues unbroken
shining in the golden sun.
green stretching for miles,
and i loved it.

But soon the fields began to change.
The sun burns too much.
moisture evaporating,
air becoming dry.
And the green was slowly dying,
on the lips of Summer's mouth,
and just hot breath was left
and even that was dissappearing.

The Fall was coming, waiting.
For Summer to leave.
Gently helping
by dousing the trees with kerosene
and it dropped the match,
while i was pleading, begging
for Summer to stay.

But the fire had started,
the leaves began combusting
and i could do nothing
but let the world be set ablaze.
The green melted into
golds and oranges.
Reds and browns.

And i was left
with falling leaves
and a promise
that Summer would come again.

crimson lipstick
and rosy cheeks
hot, wet tears
she never thought she'd
see you die
lying on the ground

and you
pallid features
stone cold cheeks
ice engulfs
your heart.
blue and blue
surrounds your body
as death claims your space
your icy lips,
wordless.
quiet.

and then.
a moment-
their lips did fuse
and for a second
created purple

Relax the formality
But hang onto legality
While spreading the reality
Of being lonesome and humility
Showcase your ability
It won’t last for infinity
But don’t join the infantry
Unless you’re accustomed to calamity
un-wavered by insanity
and have the bravery to protect humanity

4/5/09

And as i go to write you, poem,
i think of what you should become
who you should talk to
where you should run
how you should rhyme
if you should whine
wondering, all the time.
Which words to pick
which way to go
if my images will stick
if my emotions will show.
I know i will be
smiling at the end
up for everyone to see
now i must go append.

2/13/10

The coppery screeches of metal against metalorange dust floats down from the hingesrain pitter patters on the silvery paintof the old chain link fence.Breezes float in and out of the wirey criss-crosses.The sky is lavender.Cement holds the posts in place,the fence is leaning to the left.a frisbee and toy airplaneare amongst the litter on the front yard.As no one dares to cross the gate.At night, the lights of the other houses on the streetare lit. Except for this one.Dead branches shake against the windows and the gate screeches slowly.Rotting wood falls off the house.Lightning strikes and fire sparks.Slowly the house is burned.the fence leans to the left.1/28/10

This fear, it is unlike any i have dealt with before
fear of being, fear of knowing
fear of re-opening my sore

 these tears i hold on the edge of my lashes
come with the sudden heat my body radiates
i can feel my heart speeding, pounding in crashes

 i wish i could show you
how badly this hurts
i need to leave.  i feel like i have to. 

all i wish for is to have no emotion
to not feel this pain
to be happy.  that is my devotion

The tweed of his jacket catches my eye-
Faded browns weave between washed reds.
Worn oval patches guard his elbows
As if he spent a lot of time
With his head resting in his hands.
Sitting behind his desk,
Letting the worries flood his mind.
Rectangular glasses lay a foot away from his hand.
Reading into the late hours of the night.
“Theories of Thought” lies next to him…
The pages creased and the binding beginning to loosen.
He has spent hours pouring over the philosophies of others,
Yet still cannot figure out his own,
Mismatched socks stand out
He hasn’t really paid attention in awhile
His mahogany dress shoes have seen every season,
Dark circles rest underneath his eyes.
He glances up to see me in the hallway
The tweed of his jacket had caught my eye

Thoughts drained of intelligence.
All of it splayed on the sidewalk
For bikes to run over, for feet to crush.
Rain melts into the cracks
And the sun is painted gold for the night.
Wind whips the air outside
And hot tears roll tracks over my nose
Creating shapes on my pillow
For the world to see
But for me to hide.
Numbness in my arms.
Language jumbled.
Control is a world away.
Universe
Eyes are red and tired
But the lock on joy is rusting
Chains slowly break apart
As others constrict suddenly.
Breath is squeezed from my lungs
And black surrounds my face
Letting the painted sun sink
Without notice.

8/31/09

I want to live where the sun shines
I want to wake up each morning and
taste liquid gold
eat brightness for breakfast
I want to touch feather-light fire and
let its warmth seep into my skin
through
to my bones.

Today, I met a man.
Ive known him for over 5 years now.
But today I met a different man
That really is the same.
Same in the way ive seen him walk,
Heard him talk…
But different in my sight of him.
Because now,
Ive really heard him,
Feel like I know him
Just a little better.
Know I will never know the whole story,
The complete man.
But thankful to get a snippet,
A shard, a piece
Of the years and stories he holds.
Listening intently to only a few of his memories.
He sang in front of and in the audience of
The Vienna boys choir.
He sang at the berlin wall.
Captain of the football team.
Met Bill Clinton and Colin Powell
And had cigars with them.
Loves his two children
Has a heart bigger than most peoples.
Treating us to dinner
We sit and listen
To tiny pieces of an amazing person,
A life filled with travels, love, and hardship.
This man that I already know,
I met him again today.

2/13/10