Take from the poor and give to
the poorer

Scorched lime on ashy
bread

Bronze in fist and silver
in tooth

You're surely ******,
highwayman

Kick the ground and it'll send you flying

Hit the wall and you'll punch right through

Power, oh power.

sickening grip on reality as
you
bend
it

Stretch the miles and retract
Go go to the edge of the universe
And your sneakers will track stardust
Into the kitchen

the rumble of autos on our town's biggest thoroughfare
will never come close to the static roar that emanates
from those few centimeters between your ears

i can't hear your thoughts but their volume is deafening
and the evidence of their shouts shows in the strain in
your eyes

i've never really found washed-out irises beautiful before
but in their emptiness i see the fossils of a voice

when doubt seizes fast
and waves slide out
allowing mountains to fall
and the earth to shake
felling buildings
breaking knees
there is no buffer to
prevent the slip into
a long, dark night

when the light rises red
like the sunrise
but not from the sky
but rather from the stone
flowing orange
liquid fire
a brief reminder to
always be moving
lest you fall prey to
false hope

I see it in your eyes -
The endless inertia, energy spent
And left behind, recycled in an
Overcrowded skull

You were killed in the snow
And left to dry in the sun,
Beaten back like the weeds,
Held down like a martyr
Underwater

I don't know
if I want to know
what words you've held
inside for me, or
if I want to know if there's
anything there for me
at all

I'm biting down on wax and steel
I say,
Turn the lights down
I didn't ask for this

Sing some ******* about silent
tears, we'll listen and root for you

Shy away from moonlight, lest it
change you into the animal you are

I've got my mental caps lock on
and it's taking its toll

The days roll by, iron gray and cold
as gunmetal
It only gets whiter from here

I'm waiting for the snowfall on winter's eve,
savor that blue sunrise, slough off the orange
at last and take that warmth for granted

You're a firecracker
Filled with sparks and light
The world wants your energy,
But listen closely:

Hold it close.
Guard it with glass --
That way, it can shine through.
You're solar-powered
You're a neutron star
You're liquid moonlight at dawn
You're my baby girl
And the world will fear you one day,
And it will love you as well
As I do

Sister,
You're a goddess
And I know that you will
Leave this place better than the
Way you found it

Fizzed at edges like
seltzer water
from a plastic pack

Tell me - what do you
see?

You tell him - I see more
than I asked for

A smile and a grimace and
the alkaline aroma of burnt lemon
wafts in the window

Rock music and emotions in song
legends cast in gold
hesitancy in cracked discs
honesty in teary eyes

Dreamer Boy, you tell him
I see more than I ever imagined

It's a rainy city and a sunny one
all at once.

We're a lost impossible
A doomed vernacular
Children of the Why and
Parents of the How;
I'm stuck between
Two ultimatums

I don't take thoughts hostage
Like my parents did and I
Won't forget the world like
Our descendants will

But I'm burning stolen time
And I don't plan on giving it back

we walk these streets
illuminating those we pass
seeing with our hands
and our ears

voices make faces and
i can't help but remember
how we forgot that actions
speak louder than words

naked and overconfident
we're a string of blind
lights, one bulb away
from going dark

promise you'll tell me who
burns out first

We're more similar than we realize but
Infatuation only delivers disappointment

I'm on my one track mind
And all I can hear is the laughter
Of who I was twenty four hours ago

Can't give up now,
I tell myself
It's too early to lose faith in myself
But I'm all I got left

Except for, you know,
Everything else

If you ever forget how much
You mean to me,
I'll mail a bouquet of thistles
To your doorstep so you
Remember my sting

I'll blow you kisses from my bedside
And end my prayers with "Oh God,"
Because sacrilege is the best medicine
For mediocrity

****!
This boy is tired,
Weary, ready to rest
Ready to beat up the world
After one long nap

Ready to kiss the **** out
Of cute boys,
Make good art,
Listen to tunes that would
Make my mother weep

Ready to bask in the sun
And take it all on
Not necessarily in that order

I hear a voice in my ear on odd Sundays,
it tells me to set my temple on fire
and sing to the sky
when nobody else is near

It's my cookbook of old confessions that
makes me want to kick the wall
and throw in the towel on my
biggest ambition

Nobody deserves love, I found,
and I found it on the lips
of a lover

I hear a voice in my head on good Fridays,
it tells me to leave my heart to the wolves
and look at the ground
when people start to leer

Nobody's got a ******* heart,
I realized, 'cept for those who
have everything to lose

Sing me that four five eight
and fold open my book
and read me till I touch the sky
and blame it all on you

Steal me to distract me

Maybe then I'll forget

I think I messed up again,
Father
And I come to you seeking answers
And I'm sorry that's all I ever ask for
But my mortality demands it
If I'm to remain sane

I start issues I can't resolve
And I know it's unfair to lay this all on you
But they told me this is what you're here for
So can we work on this together now
And go to trial later?

He was killed by a falling
beam of his own rotting ship

His crew had abandoned him
and he died blind and death
in an instant

Stricken by an old piece of wood

Your beauty knows no bounds such as language or gravity
or thought, light or night or flakes or crystals.
They only pretend to enhance you, and it only enhances our
understanding of you, for you are perfection, and purity and
whiteness and blackness and the sun and the moon and the
snowfall promise of a late winter dawn

My mantra is
What goes around comes around
For I can trust in karma that
He who kicks my *** shall
Get whooped also by the
Mighty hand of God above

I believe I am
meant to be alone

Tag my posts with LGBT
so you know I'm gay,
but if you knew me better you'd
know it anyway

You could achieve your dream of
Soaring over the clouds if perhaps
You cut those chains around your
Ankles and left the Earth for what it is

Worldly; we fall for angels who end up
Being much more foul but in the end
We find they were angels anyway,
Unknowing

This mess of red string is around my wrists now
And I want to burn it to the ground but I
Know that honor is yours -
Free me please so I won't have to dwell on
Memories I don't understand

i set out to make a book of love and understanding
where we walk roads rife with wildflowers and
hike mountains with streams of meltwater

but here i find myself breathing in stormclouds
and i feel my lungs cloy with thick dust

clay and rust will replace the blood in my veins

atrophy of the mind

i want to be free of this, the constant fatigue,
the emotions overflowing as water from
a ***

i didn't mean to go this way when i saw the
fork in the road

Drive up on the curb and hit the horn
Throw chunks of turf up at the
Park rangers with their sirens blaring
Behind you

Your music taste is **** but
It catalyzed mine and threw me into
Another world entirely, changed my
World view entirely

I was an ace, once upon a time,
And then a mountain, and maybe
One day I'll be the beloved of God
And change based on my vicinity

You helped me to realize that
Paths cross and it's okay when they split
Again, so to honor your unspoken wish
I will never again speak to you

Distance is a savage *****
and she tears me apart,
ripping rib from flesh and
pouring blackened blood
that mingles with tears

The kilometers can ****
themselves

Moderation is healthy but
why must it be that the miles
separate us so?

You're my first kiss, my
first love and of course
something so amazing must have
a catch

I didn't think it would be this

i get flashes of inspiration
from tiny little bits of song
and i repeat them
three-seconds long at most
and i know this musician
got the same rush as i do now
this desire to create
to put words to the thoughts
swirling in my head
and i like to visualize it like
the storms of saturn
a thousand colors
a million winds
each impulse lasting half an instant
just long enough to taste
just brief enough to miss

"The gods envy us because each moment
may be our last," murmured Homer, and pen touched paper and a legend was born in which a man killed a god*

My fingers drip crimson as I unfurl my hands at my sides
My eyes shine silver like lunar spotlights
My skin ripples with the vitality of the young
I grip a pulsing heart in a bloodstained fist and I
crush it, curling my fingers around it, digging into
the arteries and veins

This moment is my last, for a curse darkens my gaze
and the heart of a dead god dies in my sight

Will you rejoice or run in terror?

Perhaps the manic glow of ichor in my eyes intimidates you like the devil once did. Guess which form I will take next.

When we begin to recycle titles,
Apathy with the past becomes apparent

When the heat rises up in my chest and I
Feel that anger again, I hate that it's so easy
To mistake it for love when there's no
Affection but only hatred for myself

All I can do now is turn up the volume
And wait it out

All I can do now is lean into my pity party,
Light the candles and close the shutters
Make love to the music

I'm either in love with the wild ones,
the ones who hide their fear with
humour;

Or the quiet ones, beautiful in a slow,
flowing way that catches the eye like dew
on a leaf in the early morning

I'm praying I'm lovely like you so maybe
one day I'll catch your gaze in that same way,
since too many times have I given up and walked away
when maybe, just one, it'll figure itself out

I broke this and I shouldn't try to fix it

I broke this and I can't fix it

You are not my friend

Until we sing at the sky and
Your fingers run my back like
A racetrack

Until we speak like family
And the world bends to give us
Space

Until our lips touch and
Sound exits like in a vacuum and
My heart stops and starts again

You are not my friend but
I can dare you yet to overcome
That fear of yours and hold time
In your hands like you've held so many others

Like God above,
You are not my friend

I want to hear the waves crashing on the shore
When we crash into each other
Lost to the music
And I don't wanna come back

I feel the wind kiss my forehead
Like the sun never did
And now the clouds are here
It's more than I could ask for

I never did learn if you love the rain
Like I do
Or if you feel the rhythm
Like I do

Baby steps
Decades lost to time
I'm singing to the waves because
You never will

There is no peace in greed.

A revival means nothing when
Nothing changes the second time around

So why would you lie to us?

I need a miracle if I hope
To cross these miles, to
Beat the odds

To hear your voice over the
Speakers again

Send me screaming and spiraling to the encore, bravado of the loved, into the inferno that brews with each pant

I'm running.

I'm fleeing and my feet hit the concrete a little slower each time and the passenger of the sedan on my left is pulling a gun

I'm on the ground now, blood soaking into the pavement, laughs echoing off empty buildings

My old home.

Why did I ever come back?

"And if it takes forever,
Forever it'll be,"
I promised

And lying in the grass with
A perfect blue sky above me
I knew it had all gone to dust

And your perfect face haunted me for
Years because I began to wonder,
How could I have been so blind?

Oh, claim -
Claim my heart and my hands
Break them again
Take them again

Leave me gasping in the rain
again
I love you (x2)

I'll take lightning over rain
Fire over pain
Any day, any day now

I'm pleading
begging to the skies;
render your cloudy splendor,
let me close my eyes

Oh, claim my heart
and my hands
Break them again
Make them again

Leave me singing to the sun,
I love you

--

They say we're gone again
Gone again

I think I'm lost again
Lost again

Washed up on foreign shores,
your eyes the moon
sweet skies the boon

They say we're gone again
Gone again

I tell them to keep their
lies and choke again
Choke again

--

Because I plead you -
Claim my heart
Claim my hands;
Take them again
Kiss them again

I love you

We were spoiled rotten with
Music and soul and
Time runs through our fingers
Like sand in an hourglass

We judged the most beloved;
You stole my mind and
I stole it back

This is my apology

We could be monsters
If we tried hard enough

i'm wishing you well
and i want to tuck you in
but that honor remains
to your own hands

filthy ******* disgrace

for three days i was your muse,
for three months i was the apple of your eye
and as long as the snow fell
you were on my mind

why do i still want to make you proud?
what did you see in me?
what did i see in you?
this is my mystery
because now you are lost to me

so long gone i still seek approval,
still sing your songs,
still defined by our legacy,
i've found i can't escape that of which i'm cast
we were never meant to last

rain-dappled asphalt and bones
bleached by midwinter sunlight,
the silent way in which snow met snow
the deafening way in which your breath
used to meet my skin

i need to let go
i need to
make you proud

I got a glimpse of what I'm going to be
Last winter, a year ago
When I trekked New York City and bought
A pair of suede shoes and cursed
That statue of Abraham Lincoln in the
District of Columbia

I'm only getting answers now;
The questions are up to me
And there's a whole lot of freedom
When the Devil comes begging for mercy and
The world bows to do your bidding because there
Is nothing more powerful than a person
Who knows their mettle

in the clouds is a charity
it moves from town to town
sometimes it sleeps
when it wakes, it rains
and when it rains, it pours

look up and see a window to heaven
stare as long as the sky is clear
realize your days are numbered
make meaning from nothing
fear death

I don't click

I'm a healer when I get attached
But now I'll try to limit that

I love music from every era but the
Past is most comfortable to me

I make tributes to those whom I love
But I remove them when times change

My only love is brotherly

Echo: a continuation,
A promise but to
No end
Claiming land on
Horizons untouched
Seeing sunlight
But feeling no warmth

Curse: a burden,
A price on your head
The promise that nothing
Ever changes and
Your revival means
Nothing if you always
Stay the same

God: a faith,
A deity in churches
Made sacrosanct through
Centuries of spilled blood
The only empire immune
To being conquered

When I was younger I knew wonder;
And now I can't see where it all went

I've been praying for a hunter
To bring me adulthood's head

It's a beast I knew was coming but I
Never thought it's real
And now I'm nearly overtaken and
I'm fearful I can't heal

I need far more than a rescue;
To escape this war at least
But I might just have the courage
To face this colossal beast

I don't where this blood came from
That's leaking from my hand
'Cause my blood's red and
This liquid is whiter than Greenland

I've won this fight for now,
I've been taken up in arms
But all I can consider now is
How to avoid harm

like a river rushing crushing stones beneath our feet
we will burst from the soil green vines tangling
leaves spreading petals drinking in the light of our
mother the sun above she watches over us primal
raw loving our tribe will never die

we will never die

we are buried but we are seeds of flame of locked
potential and our oppressors are the key

we will open at their command and we will
consume them

Bring her to the forge of the gods
With the guidance of your mother,
You can lead this Beholder to
Truth

Open up the gates to the
Wardens of Vanos and break that
Sacred promise that you've held to
Your breast for centuries, trust that
Now is the time to break it