Thwarted by dwarfs
I am the patron saint of benevolence
I am the eye of the emerald stone
I am the long road from dusk to dawn
I am alone

Hunted by rabbits
I am the crucifixion of sin
I am Judas who lets liars win
The sailboats come in
And even in a storm of solemn sailors
I am alone

Black roses devour me
Ephemeral lungs that I have but cannot keep
The coffins scream
Havoc comes running like salt to a stream
Distance is perched on a stream, waiting
Eye to eye we look but never see
You like a shadow of a romanced daydream
And me
Lowly
Neanderthal
Spirit

Foxtrot
Darling you never liked to dance
You spoke words
You spoke words that set dead feet to dancing
Encumber me to never let the wolves in
Freely I chained my dead veins to your skin
Now I stand grieving
Like a corpse rising
Strange clouds once demure now poisoned like ivy
Deadly

Ivory
You scratched your fingers down my spine
To make you mine
Bring on the great flood
And untangle your bones from my blood
Wicked vines
Crippled times
Crooked lines
Sounding as same as your lies
All that darkness for the sake of losing you from my mind
From the inside

Carthage
Here comes the end
Fence up forgiveness you'll do it again
Never a friend
The water's rising
My feet are failing
You shake out my sins like a ghost in a garden

Daring to try
Until the day you slit a sword
And called me yours
Darling

I remember the thunder
Cascading down your spine
The night that you told me
Our love was now all mine

I remember a bang
Then nothing else
I watched you
The magician
Work your last trick
And out from your hat
A serpentine

How could I not have heard the cries
How could I not have read the signs
Howling wolves come late at night
Procure their next delight

I was a paper plane
And you were the eye of the hurricane
I was a skeptic slip
And you were the robe beneath my feet
I was a butterfly with a fear of falling
And so you clipped my wings

You were the ink
Spread out on sheets of unused paper
Line after line
Stroke after stroke
Vestal canvas
Tainted over time

Now I grab your fingers
Now I run away
Now I'm swirling in slabs of sapphire
Falling wave after wave

Now I'm crouched beneath my sink
Crying
Now I load old pills in my gun
Take aim
And fire
Cremate all of
My desire

Now I walk on all fours
Primal
Sleeping on the debris
Of my defeat

And watch you sheathe your two front teeth to taint your next great masterpiece

Save me

I am the chandelier falling deeper and deeper
I am the rubble born out of the friction between love and lust
I am the lovechild of gold and dust
I am falling

My sides crack
Enlarged wrinkles
Clandestine fracks

Spare me from the crooked stares of the pixies in the dark
Innocent and untainted
Guiltless and untrapped

I am the disjointed words wrecking havoc between your lips
I am the dark circles underneath your cheeks
I am the flaws that you see in the mirror
At 3 in the morning
Free from disguise but
Wrapped up in sin

I am the poet who brews trouble
Just to fill my canvas with stormy weather
I am the lover who knows not who sleeps beside me
Because that does not matter
Long as this bed for two is occupied
By an else that I can thread
Two strings need not be attached
Long as warmth finds itself on my shoulder
Care not to whom warmth belongs

I am the ship without a name
Sailing freely and untamed
I will tame the sallow seas
Else I would have lived in vain
I am passion with a ransom and a devil on my back

I am
I am

Save me

restrictions we seek
to follow every word
given unto us by the
ones who seek a rule
relentlessly they go
boldly against every
system of convention
for a simple selfish
reason for a greater
accomplishment there
is no overcoming the
odds that stand in a
fight against us but
time will tell truth
and soon light shall
be shed on the shade
that veils our minds
and dystopia will be
overthrown boring by
boring brick and the
ruined shall rise in
triumphant waves now
we have won the final fight tonight

Regarding this sin that I do not speak about
Yet is silence a granted blessing?
Silence works both ways for us
Putting faith together
And breaking noise apart
For seventeen years I lived mum
But on the eighteenth one summer drum
Rang the sound of an epiphany
And jubilation came in voice singing
Love is still love after all

Regarding this sin that throws people off
Yet why is that so?
Why is it easier to look up for divinity
Than it is to look past differences
For difference is not sin
Are you bathed in flames for being
Different from your kin?

Regarding this sin some lives have been lost
And anonymity gives ****** a helping hand
But most flawed are those who pretend
To be a sheep in a lion’s den
To don the crown of power and speak
On the behalf of their conqueror
Yet no thorns to the head they suffered
And for them it is easier
To be vile than to pass vows
Funny how difference
Can be similar in so many ways

Regarding this sin are we not all human?
And conflations have been made about this
And poetry spun with lexis that runs
The course of skeletal rivers
Lungs that breathe in purple air
Eyes that tear at the sight of hatred
Lips that just want to be loved
And skin that warms at every touch
But senses do not prevail
Against the laws that trap these sinners
And heaven knows that schadenfreude has been attained
At their expense
For we omit them almost entirely
Till the moment they are drowning
But us quiet sobbing sinners
Shall exist in different ways

Regarding this sin what more is there to be said of it if we have run the course of debate but yet nothing ever changes?
Perhaps expositions such as these to start
We must be less afraid to speak
Less afraid to show the love we choose
But then again

Did we?

Regarding this sin you have so labelled
Are you fit to give us names?
All our dog-gone days are over
We were not the first to be made
And neither
Shall we be the first to be torn down
Running gets tiresome when you
Are constantly playing a game of hide
And seeking to be found
But patience is the toughest waiting game
And
With faith beyond reasonable doubt we know

Love is still love after all

Where then lies the beauty of a moment
If it does not last?
Though a neck craned easily
Can appreciate the beauty of this sky
Regal
Like lilac wine
Yet the sky soon fades to black
As do all things
Rust
Soon the moon shall rise
As spirits sink
And some others are poured in glasses
We have this liquor as an anchor for the soul
Firm and secure
Gripping tales of gripping hearts
Yet this too shall pass
Feelings fade to ancient lust
Cycles come and fade to art
History is a contrived archive of the past
Repeated routines of things that go

Slowly dying like your roses in my vase
But enough of false pretense
Today my love for you
Ends