I have decided this day not to give a
crap about the machinations of others
whose notions concern me just as much
as I care
about falling down stairs or
running into walls
or hurting myself
on purpose, which itself deviates
dramatically
day by day.

ice is in the air
it fills all space
and leaves
   nothing
untouched

the noncomittal voice
of an unfamiliar priest
bounces off
the hard air
   unheard

dark clad people
  white faces
frozen to the cemetery ground

someone
who has not yet
fully understood
softly
   defiantly
places a flaming bouqet
of red roses

my gaze
cuts through
the strange flowers
to the time
that was

Written not to thine appraisal accord;
Words that aim to torch the infernal loom,
Seeking the world of sorcery and sword
Unconfined to thine astringent courtroom.

Methinks thy hackles must surely be raised
For hours laboured, tempering such sleight...
Yet adamant this pen, wielder unfazed
Mirrors many thou haplessly indict.

Scholars of insight construed only thee-
So feebly traced was this artistic lie;
A labyrinth from which my muse soars free.
Minoan mentor, dare not I deny:

It may be an Icarian Ascension,
But stands it staunchly, lacking pretension.

Old gnarled branches  .  .  .
Fingers clutch, knuckles to cold,
  .  .  .  Apple tree in snows.

i will
rise above the fray
and slay the beast
that keeps me at bay.

i will
rise above the fray,
no longer do i hide behind the glimmer of the cosmos.
i am the night and day.

i will
rise above the fray.
become the flower and the flame.
i am the hunter
the world?
my prey.

You were born with thunder rumbling from between your lips.
Your words were learned to be feared.
the promise of being trapped in the rain was too frightening for anyone to listen.

You were a flower that had begun to wilt,
covered by the shade of those towering above you,
and when they stole the last ray of light,
you learned to become your own sun.

Lightning shown in your golden-brown eyes.
Fierceness and a refusal to take any odds into consideration.
You struck hearts into beating again,
you struck minds into thinking again.

Your soul is a flood raging over hills. You are washing down every crevice of the world;
drowning and sweeping away things that will never measure to your strength.

You are a Californian wildfire.
Beautifully destructive and distinctively fearless.
You are crackling heat in valleys where thirst will never be quenched.
Don't be offended when they turn away,
some people just can't take the heat.

You have grown into a refusal to let the natural disasters inside of you sit still.
You have taken every ounce of nothingness that you felt and turned it into a brewing storm.
We will hear that thunder rolling from your lips this time.

Sonnets were written about your icy smile years before you were born.
Poets know the beauty of a powerful earthquake that could send cities crumbling,

Everyone knows the beauty of a powerful woman that can send worlds crumbling.

Time to write an angry letter
I have played my part
Puppets dancing I surrender
I go home and then

I come back to hear you laughing
I was so afraid
You've been second guessing happy
Where have you been

White out
You wanna write me out
Well that's fine, go ahead, you're editing
White out
I'm a sound of a mountain
A portrait of an artist in-sanity

Electric tape and chalk outlines
I fix it all for you
I'm the guy who kept you alive
What do you want me to say

I'm sorry
The pressure of survival got me
Calling you back instantly

Don't worry
I'll delete your number
I'm only dumber than you
Intentionally

White out
You wanna write me out
Well that's fine, you're editing
White out
I'm a sound of a mountain
A portrait of an artist insanity

Red ink
Dripping from your wrist
You sign a pact

I sink
Into a state of paranoia
It wasn't that bad

White out
You wanna write me out
Well that's fine, you're editing
White out
I'm a sound of a mountain
A portrait of an artist insanity

I'm off again
I'm calling you out again
I'm off again
I'm not drawing
****** lines for you
That's what you wanted me to do
Isn't it