Given,
These words won’t come out right,
Might not make you smile,
Cry,
Or any of that emotional crap,
They might spill all onto your shirt,
Might leave a bad smell behind,
Might go unheard,
Might just be crumbled,
Ripped,
Sent flying into outer space.
Given,
The truth usually hurts more,
But I could never lie to you,
Give you any false hope,
Little lies to keep you warm at night,
To send you worriless on your way,
I’ve always hoped I wouldn’t feel this way,
Or feel at all,
More for your well-being than my own,
If you find these words harmless I’ll be surprised,
Nothing is more dangerous than the knowledge that there is someone out there that will always love you,
No matter your faults,
Flaws,
Past,
Imperfect perfection,
Hurtful words,
Scarred eyes,
Someone so in love with you they can never get there words out right.
Given,
Actions are more infinite than words.

You smile black-eyed as
the city belches blue neon
through its steel-glass canyons;
a cobalt factory of lumen, pulsing
through dendritic labyrinths
of sapphired circuitry.

Diodes of cerulean fire,
spreading with virulent sophistry
amid the glittering obsidian dark,
like pale horses of light that
leap from pane to inky pane,
like a Pentium’s ******;
God’s own seething fireworks
watched in reverse
as they float in through my car window,
strobing blue against your freshly
washed hair.

your eyes. they meet my gaze
watching me. seeing.
you are there. with me.

your eyes. watch him pass
watching him. seeing.
you were here. with me.

my eyes. watch the wrist.
watching it. seeing.
you aren't here. with me.

the blade. slices the skin.
watching it. seeing.
the blood drains. onto me.

Sons of *******
were born
with hearts of stone,
cherishing this stone
all their life.
Children of
sons of *******
were born
with hearts of grenade,
in order to
blow to pieces
everything,
and to leave as a message for their descendants —
entrails
(still smoking entrails)
of sons of *******.

"the longer that I'm out here, the better you sound."
I’m playing back your laugh just to keep myself
above ground
in my ringing ears
and the scent of your skin.

peeking out from under lonely bed sheets
spring paints my twilight,
semi-evening bed
room with warmth and
I breathe you, just barely.

get back, forget the scars.
under the hoods of my eyes
and dazed dream fog
here, missing you doesn’t seem so hard

Its funny how life passes you by, how in a split second things change.
How months felt like it was yesterday and
How years become dreams and faded memories.

When I look at the moon, you're so far but still close just astrayed.
How you leave me emptied handed even after I asked if you were okay.

When I look into the sea I wonder if your in the path you always wanted to be.
The waves tumble memories, the shore and waves meet
but never stay for long but just enough to touch my feet.

When you see me at night you might think I'm doing wrong but I'm just pondering as the night sky falls behind me. Silence speaks when you hear the trees weep people say its golden..

Your probably wondering why I visited people from my last but I was just closing doors from my past. I lay on the grass where we use to share laughs irony how I see you pass.

I watch the sky and the stars and I fade into an eerie daydream where its just you and me. But its gone left and unseen. But we aren't fools because we know the truth that lays in our grey colored eyes. No matter how much we pray and ask why.

There's  just* silence.

Because your just a ghost. A faded memory.
Who I talk to when I lay here and about to sleep.
I wonder if you ever hear me in your dreams. I guess I feel you weep.

To be honest I have no choice but to rejoice
even if its just a smile I wear on that's just worthwhile.

Live your dreams, and continue flirting on that girl that's not the one you use to hold.

Farewell I wish you the best was the last few words ill ever hear from you. And I'm off to my quest.....

In the next few days, things will *fade away and fall into place... As a writer, stories are for eternity thanks for being part of my life's. Uncertainties

There's something left unsaid
There's something burning inside my head.
It's consistent and nagging,
Always there and bragging.

It tells me we will never work
And always wears a devilish smirk.
As of late, I've begun listening to it
And in doing so it has consumed my spirit.


The agony of my error
Fills me with me with ever present confusion and terror
My dearest, I ask you but one favor,
Tell me that we will last forever.
Reclaim you're righteous position in my head
And lay that treacherous beast of doubt to bed.

Bury that ghastly thing beneath the ground,
To remain forever gagged and bound.
Fill my heart with hope and love,
So that my spirit might soar high to the stars above

I am done with being a prisoner of my own mind
And I feel the need to take control and leave my past and former self behind.
But I cannot make these changes without you
Otherwise, I feel that I may not follow through.
So please, stay a little longer,
And in doing so, make our love just the tiniest bit stronger

What shape so furtive steals along the dim
Bleak street, barren of throngs, this day of June;
This day of rest, when all the roses swoon
In Attic vales where dryads wait for him?
What sylvan this, and what the stranger whim
That lured him here this golden afternoon;
Ways where the dusk has fallen oversoon
In the deep canyon, torrentless and grim?

Great Pan is far, O mad estray, and these
Bare walls that leap to heaven and hide the skies
Are fanes men rear to other deities;
Far to the east the haunted woodland lies,
And cloudless still, from cyclad-dotted seas,
Hymettus and the hills of Hellas rise.

Blues Haiku

Freddie King’s guitar
Waits for a big leg woman
Fishnets adorn mine


Self Portrait LIII
Reading street hieroglyphics
comfortable in it’s dark caress
Buildings like promises
Broken and lost
The wheels spinning
My mp3 jazz loop
Sing that skit skat baby
The things I tell my pillow makes it blush

Self Portrait 54
Weekend
Books at half mast
Reading a book on Af Am essays
Wondering what happened to
The ‘Dream”
Monday
Listening to Bob Segar and Snoop
Tatas at attention mode
Bopping to the
Unemployment office
to see a lady about a check
and a “Dream Deferred”