I am up with
the rising sun,
covered,
blanketed,
awash
in your
glistening-glow.

O what sensuous sounds we make!

O the sweet melody,
it's music to my ears!

Gliding
so smoothly
in & out,
plunging
toward
an explosive free-flow.

Hug me darling,
kiss me sweetheart,
squeeze me tightly sugar,
I am getting
closer to the brink.

I will not fight you,
you play your part so well,
you make it right!

O honey,
please understand,
these things I do
think about,
pen them
with thoughts of you,
so early
in the morning.

Yesssssss,
that's right,
just perfect,
such lovely-ecstasy
you give me!

If you only knew
& now,
I know you do
move me,
there's proof here,
lot's of it.

O dear lady,
I confess,
I'm such,
made a huge mess!

We are oceans,
bodies of cells,
rushing,
swirling
in tempest-waters,
floating on waves
in seas of adventure,
crashing,
smashing
millions of grains
lying on
endless-shores.

O sweet miss,
please save me,
I want to be yours!

I want to infect you
with my charm,
not harm you,
fly on your
delicious-insect.

The pretty-one
you have
brightly-inked
above your
tasty love nest.

O little darling,
spread your wings open,
I want to float on your kisses!

My master Lu
teaches me
how to blend,
how to use
the art of deception
& imitation.

I gesture,
roll & tumble.
I jump up & kick,
use quick monkey hands
& I claw with ancient arts,
it's intoxicating
this drunken-style
Kung Fu.

I've never felt more than half an hour:
Insomnia trickles down until the black-tar-ridden-sap oozes onto
My partially open eyes.
And, to say I've never been in love.
Emotions rise up and retreat-
A constant heaving of the battered
Chest- saving us from finding out
How frightening life is.

Murmuring our sordid laments to Lady Death,
Beneath the murky glow of hotel room bed sheets
And fluorescent dollar store night lights,
Too vacant to summon anything more than a whimper
From our submissive minds.

Nothing ends, here.
One upon another, words flow effortlessly
Out of our cavernous mouths,
Clogging our chests with empty syllables until
We forget why we ever tried to do something more
Than care.

Depression can be felt anywhere-
The air slowly seeps from the hissing
Caracas of a worn out tire,
Or the lungs of anyone
Still enough to remember.
Mindlessly chanting Hail Mary's,
We taunt time with our penchant for immortality
And hospital lobby greeting cards,
Until Aphrodite descends to sell her soul
To the highest bidder.

Mother, I have killed the world
With a time bomb that will never detonate:
Ceaselessly ticking on and on-
A reliant backdrop for something
Too harsh to exist in silence.

Our hearts have fallen from our sleeves
And into films, romance novels,
And 3am cooking infomercials.
Land of the living:
The walking dead,
The too-afraid-to-tell-you-how-I-really-feel,
The product of a broken people
Who traded silence
For a language full of mixed intention.

Children of the night,
Blindly parade around before noon,
Trying to buy redemption
At a corner store market
For half the price
Of the pulpit.

Afraid of hearing the latent echo of
Our own pulsing hearts,
We fill our lives with white noise
And intimacy, too stagnant
To exist without our 3am spirituals.
Anxiously arranging our feeble lives
Around minutes and hours-
Slaves to false agendas,
We battle the dark, secretly,
until soon
We lose sight of the purpose
And get caught up in the motion
Of a world too drugged out on
Redemption
That we forget our own names.

I waited for the satellite
to hurtle itself above me
before I could make the call.

Winds swept
across the lip of the glacier
driving ice chips & rock grains
into my exposed frozen-face.

With ungloved fingers,
I dialed direct
to another continent,
heard the rings,
then the pick-up.

The reception was clear,
giving me
45 seconds of converstion
before the icon
disappeared
along with your voice.

I barely had enough time
to say I was okay
before you
were gone again.

I am an artist
My gun is my brush
painting the walls with your blood and no one is ever going to know.
Im silence hiding in plain site, a gun strapped to my side
I’m on the hunt for my target.
I know who you are as well all the lies you hide behind those doors.
You’re just a sad little paranoid man who will do anything to stay on his throne.
But I never wanted you dead...its just my Job.
you will never see me till its too late so its time to meet your, silent fate.
While most people Dream about perfection Im wide awake.
With a pistol in my hand, a blood soaked shirt
I break down those doors that held those secrets that killed more than me.
I speak a voiceless language
these are my words.
so listen up.  
hear the the cold lead strike
the darkness takes hold.
lying broken, cold I place rose petals on your eyes.
From the father who is just a man now.
All because of you.

These I have loved; sunlight on white curtains;
Stories in color within an eye;
The month of May and it's buttery yellow colour;
And lemonade; the smell of rain;
Anxiety at the start of a game;
Things that aren't always the same;
Smiles that come with "hello"s;
The feeling in your stomach from laughing too much;
Waking up to the surprise of snow;
Starlight and firefly's twinkling glow;
Knowing that I have places to go;
And people to see;
And things that I know.
My little white puppy;
And that magical place;
The smile on your face;
That comes because of me;
These are the things,
These I have loved.