She was sound asleep then, but then my mind still stayed by.
I stared at ceilings
looking for the answers to whys

but there's no answer
there's just reasons to care

In this blue-lit green room, I saw her sigh in the air.

My world had slipped away, too far to grasp and hold on to
But I just pulled away and stood there.

The kiss was sweet now, rushed in anxiety's maw.
I felt complete now
even as tears cradled her jaw

but there's still no answer
there's just those reasons to care.

The days were ending and I left my sigh in the air.

My world had cried away, too slick to grasp and hold on to
But I just pulled away and stood there.

The tension's thick now, my cut's too shallow to pierce.
The expectations were deep
and came so quickly to peak

Was there ever an answer
to give for why I had cared?

My time was fleeting as she exhaled in the air.

My world had passed away, too fast to grasp and hold on to
But I just pulled away and stood there.

The sight was painful, no heart could ever compare
to what I lost there-
lost ourselves in despair.

There were no answers-
but just one reason to care.

She saw it ending, saw her tears fly through the air.

My world had flown away, too far to grasp and hold on to
But we just pulled away and stood there.

© 2014

Dry-eyed passerby seeking shelter
from the conflictions of one's reality
finds the irony in the comfort of being sad

Amongst the day old blues that hang from wires
and the constant surveillance of the hounds
there's little to behold of purity in angst

Screened the world for clarity and found solitude
in the millisecond cure of faint bubbles
blown by the breaths of the innocent

The dark and frozen lands traveled over
hid the joy of light in the most obtuse of places
The smile on a child's face.

© 2014

The grass rolled gently with each inhale
Her eyes laid of earth hues and sky-lit horizons
Hands pressed with assurance and soft mounds

of pleasures
unknown
Some innocent and grown

Followed by the warm of her footprints
Resting against the resilience of the bark of trees
The touch of another discovered by the

endless sea
of leaves and flowers
and she whispered away her soul

Rested beside the roots of the last seen place
I've calmly assured myself her return to me
If only my woes and fears would also

Kindly
whisper
away.

© 2014

Bled
The wounds only scratch the surface
Of what few accept in kind regards
But often take for granted
Hoping
That all of this pulls through
To stave away from temptation
Of all that has been seen
Another year to deceive will lead

What of hope’s acceptance
It’s frail and so weak
To cope with this resistance
Too timid and too meek
If all of what it carries dies
Sheltering the fleet
Is lost to what we can’t have
And failed to obtain

Arms crossed
Protect what little can muster
The threat of losing all versus
The salvation of saving little
Memories
Of what could have been true
Burn away without moderation
The priceless reveries we bring
Replaced by the mourns we sing

© 2014

I and I alone find the peace of another savior in the dark
Alone and pleading for the life one doesn't own
Sick and bleeding for the sins he does not commit
But is always leading others to the crossroads of choice.

The light of the new day fails to offer much more than
Just the promise that one has survived it all thus far
What has not killed us now has not finished the task
Of what has not changed us now will fail in future attempts.

The mind is now running straight through the fires
The hell-bent now seeking the solace of sanctuary
Ensconced in every child of man innocent to the past
Trapped in the endless cycles of protest and oppress
Of the lost, the celebrated, the obedient and the rebellious.

© 2013

It's not exactly hatred worth clinging onto
Rather the distant clawing of the child once...
Nothing much of innocence towards the heart
And little trace of the one left behind

A fear of self lives within the shell
Awaiting the spark needed to rise again
But under lock and key behind chambers
Personified and split within the mind

Is a cure in sight or is delusion a calming lie?
The horror in the cure is slowly surpassing
the truth in the lie that weighs heavy in deceit
The consequences of inaction will be the greatest undoing

To have attempted and failed to run and hide
from this is a life shrouded in a hazy mind
For the one who is to endure is conflicted
The quiet in this soul is never acquiesced.

© 2013

Fearing the shape of
The soul underneath my breath
Ripping and clawing
The barriers between her chest
Savage and alluring
Every pore drips slow with haste
Taking time… to savor
This chance should never go to waste

Opened her eyes and made her see
This a different person in me

Heat rising, the core is
The nerve one must try to find
Disregard all morals
What I’ve found must now be mine
A liquid aphrodisiac
The cries are strange and out of place
The hunter is hunting
And lust is found to be the game

Opened her eyes and made her scream
Is the beast of lust in me?

The ecstasy in feral means
Ignores her pleas of decency
Will I destroy what I love?
The loss of mind in lustful gaze
A fall from grace, now unafraid
Slowly, assured that I'm…
Assured of the beast of lust in me.

A proposal I lay before you and with an earnest smile
I propose to you (yes you, my dear)
That you spend three days in my care
For three days will be enough for you
To decide your time with me

The first day will be bliss unending
For you have only known me for a few months
As we unravel a masterpiece of cherished things
Bathed in sweetness you’ve only dreamed
We shall tour the world (online)
We shall eat culinary wonders (from some store around the corner)
Straight out of my fancy china and silverware, no less
The luxury of life will hide nothing from us
And at night, I will caress your every pain (and pleasure, if I may be so bold)
Put my (newly acquired) masseuse skills to the test
And ease your worries until you drift to sleep (or agony)
All in my warm and loving (-ly sore) arms
(until they start to lose their feeling, in which I will promptly wake you)  

The second day will be a casual life
In which you will have known me for a decade
You will be comfortable in my pajamas’ warmth
(Let’s be honest, you look better in them anyway)
We will share a cup of sweet tea, direct from my lips to yours
(after it’s cooled, of course, scolded tongues make no romance)
Lay on the couch for hours as we talk about nothing (because nothing is on)
And when we can rest no more, we will wander the outside world
To rediscover the things we knew all over again, holding hands
After we’ve made our findings, we’ll return to the comforts of our walls
I will prepare a meal (that I’ve frozen) from the best recipe site I can find
Then we will sit in front of the tube again like couch potatoes
And watch a movie, cuddled together until we fall asleep on each other
(Popcorn, blankets, drinks, the works- all within reach, my dear)

The third day will test you and your limits
As we have been together for a half-century, a year, and then some
The days have taken their toll as our bodies fluctuate more
Our contact brief as we become recluses even to ourselves
And even the days in which you renew your love become woeful
A trivial, typical, and tiresome feat, if I could muster more effort
But I am now a former shell of the one you’ve met long ago
Tempting you to flee for another, younger fling to test time by
And if you go to chase the dreams and aspirations I held you back from
I will wait, composed as I decompose, ever slowly with nothing more
But my ring, my pride, and my heart containing with nothing but you
(and the tubes from the pacemaker, but if Iron Man could do it…)

So I ask you this once my dear (maybe twice if you didn’t hear me the first time)
Will you take me up on my proposal or shall I sleep forever knowing
That I could never obtain someone so precious to me in this lifetime?

© 2014

Like a thief, I’m just stealing time
Another inch to your foot
Steal another minute, maybe two of mine
And just a whisper was all it took

I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen lines
Would you still like to take me home?

Another month and I’ve stolen your voice
Entwined on a stolen chair
And as we meet so often in the night
I believe I’ve stolen your despair

I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen my lines
Would you still like to take me home?
I could steal just about everything
Would you still like to take me home?

So now I’ve stolen promises right from your lips
Along with all of your warmth
And in the night I’ve stolen your hips, too
Laying across from you with stolen sins

I’ve stolen your space, I’ve taken your time
Would you still like to take me home?
I’ve stolen a glance, hell- I’ve stolen your shine
Would you still like to take me home?

You said I’m honest but that’s an honest lie
I’m sure you’ve heard that line before
We could talk of God and lightning strikes
Taking three extra steps, maybe four.

And when I’ve stolen everything I can
Could I steal what’s left of your hope?
To see me again is more than a passing chance
Another ‘someday’ just to cope

I’ve stolen my words, I’ve stolen my lines
I could steal just about everything
But the one thing I’ve lost and cannot reclaim
Was the heart that you gave me.

And I’ve stolen your love, I’ve stolen your trust
I could steal just about everything
But the one thing you’ve got that will never rust
Is the hate that you have for me.

© 2014