Its hard not to stare
after being so close
the rush of heat that courses through me after a touch
Its hard being in the absence of abstinence.
Looking at the one next to me, I can feel my eyes changing.
You have my attention, and his is fading.
Knowing its wrong
touching you in the shadow looking for an excuse to feel right.
How can we have these ties, that bind both our hands so tight.
I think about our bodies
So elegantly intertwined
I think about the sinking feeling
of leaving another behind.
What is it to be human
and how do we move forward.
Cannot find love in lies
and I do not want to watch it die.
I hold the knife.

Heart Bleeding, Silence Stinging
    The days drone on forever
The silence between us is too much to handle
        Do you even care?
Everyday I wish you were near
    But it seems like we are growing further.
It hurts too much to even think about losing you...      
     The one I truly love.
But in the end, you didn't care;
you didn't want to try.
You said you're done, now I am broken and
  I've lost you forever

He put hummingbirds in his bride’s hair
With fine vines he tied them there
To fan her skin in hot summer air
With cactus flowers to provide nectar

She wore soft beaded deer skin clothes
And slept beneath the finest buffalo robes
A warm fire she built to keep out the cold
His beautiful wife would stoke his coals

On a cold winter night she bore him a son
Both woman and child never saw the sun
His people cried and beat their drums
Singing songs of sorrow and loss of the young

Across the snowy plains now fast he rides
His strongest pony never breaking stride
He travels to the place where the gods’ reside
To join them on their journey to the other side

r  15 Nov 2013

i wanna be a map
that you fold
& keep in your pocket
mark me with
"you are here"
on my chest
just a little to the left
take a drive down my veins
you'd be surprised
where my roads could take you
tie your thread
to every inch of my body
that you have ever visited
i wanna wear a sweater
made entirely out of your hands
'X' marks the spot
open me
like a treasure chest
i am not gold inside
no,
but my hidden treasures
are all yours
you are an adventure
i wanna get lost
all over the landscapes
of you
plan a route
that leads you
straight into my sheets
there are cities in the palms of my hands
won't you come
& explore
the vastness
of me.

I came here to drown my sorrows
but they're resilient little *******
and always find a way
of swimming back to the surface

We close our eyes

with hands held there tight,

and We count to ten

as You hide outta sight.





Desperate to lurk

in the darkness, unseen.

You quiver, barely hidden

but feeling ever so mean.





Though a game works both ways,

You know it never will be

the We meet and switch roles

starting over, “1,2,3…”




But why, my Friend,

can’t we combine roles and unite

and work together as one force

to hide cleverly outta sight?





Running straight towards adventure

or rather, seizing the day,

running ever so quickly, but blissfully

finding a place to stow away.





I wonder quite deeply

why it never can be

the We together do the hiding

just my Shadow and Me.




But it’s never that simple.

The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and ******,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will **** you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will **** you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.