I come to you tonight because
your heart was never yours to love,
and so I wage this heart attack
to give your heart a sample of
the pulse your heartbeat seems to lack
in darkest nights, when corners, black,
send racing chills throughout your bones,
while palms perspire, mind is racked
as thoughts that you are not alone
break up the deaf'ning silent drone
that is your heart against your chest.
The only thing that you can't own;
the only thing that you can't rest;
the only one to know you best
would tell you simply, "do not fear,"
and this command, the simplest,
is coupled with, "cause I am here."
And with these words spake in your ear,
the corners soften as your eyes
begin to pierce the the all-too-sheer,
now lifted veil, and with its rise,
so lifts your heart, my unseen prize,
and settles down as shadows start
to dissipate as cloudless skies.
So proven is my point of start:
my love, it never was your heart.

every shot a sedative
every memory a ghost
every day a way to live
every one is one i lost

never drown my memory
never match me stride for stride
never see what i can see
never look for what i hide

feelings take a dusty shade
breathing gives me what i need
thinking of the way we're made
makes me out a mongrel breed

ever feel a twinge of doubt?
ever wonder if you wont?
ever feel your hearbeats clout?
ever sorry that i dont?

i love alliteration
like kings love living
like lions love killing
like love lost leaves aching
and wonder
wide wonder
where we were, when we were
we were
so...
alive.

awesome.

some sleep. others dream.
fetch fire from fire
blaze
blaze and black
opposites. awesome opposites.

still not us.

some sleep. some slip away.
slippery like fish.
i dont like fish very much.
live late. love long.
life
if it is life
lives
lest life linger, sub-par
sub-average

far more fitting.
(the former phrase, of course, following "fish"
sans "sub-" sentences)


some sleep, some dream.
others, oddly enough, bother both
both worlds, which while one works without what one would supply
(some sleepers dont dream)
dreamers, sometimes, seldom sleep.
rather, wrestle restlessly, fervently
futile fights
fighting fear, hate, hardship, hardly having strength to share their ideas.
folly.
does it seem, slightly
that they need both?
sleep and strength?
brains and brawn?

take teamwork, temporarily.
you and i...
we
we would win.
we wish,
we wonder,
we wander wherever.
we watch,
we would, whatever,
win.
because we live.
like lines long for letters
which would whittle words from whiteness
we would work with one another
and,
so,
we could rule the world.

would you rule with me?
please?

because i love alliteration
like lines and letters love leading listless eyes
lacking lids
courses carved across canvas
craving closure.
craving cause.
point.
place a period.

pause.

pax. peace.

pretty please?

Beloved, I swear to you to make my life
a testimony of my love to you,
to live with you as wedded man and wife,
to stand with you in everything you do.
I swear to give my love to you alone,
to stand with you in triumph and in grief,
in valleys where the sun has never shown
and mountaintops of hope and of relief.
I swear to stand beside you, should our days
be darkened with the promises of loss,
and with you, I will never shy away
from any task or trial life may toss.
I swear to keep these things with all my heart
until the day that death shall do us part.

Your mind sings the verses
you write in your spiral,
but nobody hears them,
uplifting or viral,
before you start singing
to somebody near you.
And so you write verses
how no one can hear you.

colours sing their a capella hymn
lighter tones emitted from your skin
brush the light aside as morning's rise
shows us something glowing from within

Show me the man who dreams his faerie tale,
who gives it breath and depth, who sings it in,
and who can animate these without fail;
who robes the mind and gives the bones their skin.
Give me the chance to ask him how he lives
amidst the mortal memories of loss,
and what about his love of living gives
his mind resolve that death cannot accost.
And let me tell him, then, that when he dreams,
a thousand others pale against its light,
because, when everything is at it seems,
we use his champions to slay our blight.
Without a mind as his to give us wings,
we might forever pray for simple things.