The realness of it all
just
hits me.

My *******,

could be what most
definitely
ends we.

My love,
I am a bomb...
waiting to tick.

the ring on a grenade,
wanting to click.

My baby lies over the ocean
My baby lies over the sea
My baby lies over the ocean...
Please, don't bring my baby back to me...

my baby flies over the ocean
my baby falls into the sea
my baby flies over the ocean...
Now, baby is as deep as can be.

baby floats over my ocean
baby sinks into dark sea
baby chokes over my ocean...
I start to confuse smiles with glee.

baby floods his ocean
baby freezes in sea
baby fights cold ocean...
baby is now a he.

He is not in my ocean,
I can't find my sea
tears are my ocean.
He won't say goodbye to me.

hard parts, and ocean swallows.
seas can't cure screams.
Oceans of the guilt breathes,
He can't make sense of these...

hi,
hello.

You might not know me but, I promise.
I know you.

You are kind but not afraid to be shaken.

You have words that need to be spoken.

You are the universe in motion,
a potion.

Concocted by the mighty hand Himself.
You are here to reveal yourself.

and find self...
all at the same time.

So, hello.

hi.
I couldn't tell you my name. even if I wanted.

And, you don't have to tell me yours...

Cause, I'm sure you don't know either.
But that is why I am here.

Saying these words.
These very rhymes. Because I know you.

I am just a reflection.

Would you mind...
holding up a mirror.

So I can know me too.

Sprouts of Bee
   Roots see Bloom
Beautiful Autumn
       Shining Winter
like Breeze from a Colder Bark
     Wander the Tumbling Leaves
                Love Crisp Wind in the Harvest Meadow

slap the box and
call me poison-us-
with fight songs,
not our trees.

The leaves fall
halo-like the root
ground angels that
they are.

Thats something
im gonna say I remember
tires, pavement and small
wet kisses.

Tired, paying and seams
of brain, hitting the floor
dancing. Dancing.

Dance, prance, stamped
on the back of my neck,
nicknamed. Self-proclaimed.

And,
I probably wont remember your name.

The game is in the tough turf,
rough birds, reads yellow on
red, branded
Crimson at birth.

I heard it the first time…
Denny Chimes. I got
soul,

but I am not sold, here.
You no arts kid.
You ***** breathed skid.
You ******* no color bid.
You wise eyed pig.
coonass roux grit rig.
pompous junk drunk jig.
keg king fit for fear fig.

God is in the pavement,
and the Bible is on my belt.

And I cant STAND the fact that
you need help.

roundin up the wheels
of my drinks in hand
till the cows don't come home.

I dont want to be alone,
sing till the loam becomes sand.
And its quick,
to fall far from plan.

You're skinny and you misstep,
but I kept the ideas on head,
not a.
I walked down that sidewalk,
liked I owned the place.

And I did,
when I was not the case…
I screamed at your window,
a few months later.

I hope you heard me.

I DONT CARE IF YOU’RE A STAR!
did you hear me?
My skin may bubble,
but its not allowed to scar.

And it doesnt
because I said so.
If I could go back,
I would heal from you.

Blue.

Loves in
two,

more
than
two…

less than two.


One.


One decision I did not make,
changed my fate.
a date.

Now labeled and baited.
again and again
and again.
Tell me of my sins.

I wanna smash that
bullet between your ears.
Its been jamming around for years.

You wanna root my fears
in what is up here,  perhaps
appears
before mirrors.

shards halfway into you,
we broke through and became one.

Tears, terrors,
and pinkie swearers before God
(waittryitagainImeanit)
BEFORE GOD…

I love you.

Above all,
I adore you.
implore you,

to see this,
in true
living
lovers.
Count my confessions
one
two
three
its too many to say
what I ran from,
but,
I can name the cracks
in the concrete
four
five
six
I didn't pick up any
thick licks of honey
ringing the horns that
sounded the years
of long bad ticks.
I don’t have
     any
new tricks
seven
eight
nine
im fine
ten
and I've hurt you again.

Thats a lie and I just might win.

sly over there, a violin of concocted *** coils
of Cmon— let me hear that again.

Your songs are lucid and the spit is acid.
Thats why I became his main assettttttttttttttt
tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
t t talk is cheap
but my body is cheaper…

You looked at me that way,
spinning my hay for whats its worth
and at least
you fed it to your horses.

everything runs its courses,
the forces
carry my wheels packed with my life
in a bag.
Jet lagged from flights to hell
and back-packed ready
to see my God in the pavements— away close to home
with the Bible on my belt.

I felt
the tilted welt
split its rock
and crumble tumble down my throat
into my gullet
swift like velvet, memories tell it…

That my fiction is now Non,
and the friction is gone—down the road


with me.

LOVE is LIFE

PAIN leads to the ever so blatant
SAD-faced emo-cased blood-crazed, things.

THOUGHTS can never seem to escape the DEPRESSION.

And,

All YOU can say is that DEATH...
is the friend that needs to be kept.

Because the SADNESS has fueled the tears that have been wept,
and your HEART has leapt lover to lover licking you into the shape
of a person you are now...



Keep your head up Kids...

Shame me if you will...

but I must speak my mind freely.

This is suppose to be a "Love day"....
but if Love is thriving....

Would Love be
driving
words and slander...

Calling,
for a Man's
flesh
and
bone
to be burned.

I
Yearn
to know
what kind of Love
You
are speaking of....

Ive watched that video
many times.
Never realizing....
It was always me.

Aint no sunshine
   when he's gone.
  He's always gone
          too long
     Anytime,
                 
                   I
                      

                         go  
                                away...

Drunken rage...
is not the way to go.

right.

I can't help but feel,
that somehow.

In this twisted heap of simplicity...

its my fault.

The way I long for you,
is inexplicably
disgusting.

and you're mine.

I cannot fathom what it feels,
to not actually have you.

Cause,
its buried burnt deep,
in the core of my mind...


somewhere in the past...

somewhere in the blackest, hungriest
Chasm where all their blue eyes
open door smiles, soul ripping melodies
invisible insecurities, and inviting, devilishly
beautiful
faces live and breathe. Somewhere.

says I don't deserve love.

or perhaps Im just whining...
because I'm selfish.

just like everyone else on this joy--
ash ridden planet.

But, is it?
is it selfish to ask you...

to share breath with me,
for all the days of my life.

Because, when I look at you,
before you can even greet the day.

I see the children I never even
Wanted
to have.

Call me selfish. Then.

Ever-ending mouths
Un-folding

Even Now.
I feel I can dance
in the dark waves.

This is what is free.

To feel cold
but the shiver is just
a stab of beauty
for a city
with a heart as big as a country.

My life might begin tomorrow,
but I feel the pecks of
Destiny but chills
at the edge of my cells.


Do you ever feel to belong to everywhere,
and no where.

In the same line of time.

My words are for our people now,
my mind

filled with all the todays of times that were
great and grained
into the galaxy....

I feel it,
swiftly slicing free around my skirt.
Cucumber-kisses
so close
and crisp

its but water slipping
on my lips.

This is me,
Free-flying

and soul-crying.

And it only escapes at a click of my teeth.

Contrary to believe.

The people do, which you tend to stick
your thoughts, and fears too.

Knowing good and well,
they fuel them
and stake them.

Be cautious of the precious things you share,
not all are meant to be held by foreign mouths and souls.

The wave of your love is not meant
to break on every shore.

And the countenance of your thoughts,
cannot be vivid to every beautiful face of the galaxy...

Life does not ****.

And maybe it is not exactly, that fact
that people do either.

Perhaps, its just the mere sight in your head
of the life you have lead.

Change is a Beautiful Beast.

Finally,

Of course, You do not know,
the effect your words have on me.

I read them everyday,
and remnants of my past
self,
set,
memory,
hot,
to the touch.

Ablaze actually,
cause that her....
with her smeared blood lips,
that only match
the hollow heeled
blank black lies,
that fill her eyes.

Wants to say,
she knows how you feel.

She likes to come out of
my throat sometimes.

And,
I'm sorry if this,
twitch of a person

personally,
passions the same lust
of scent
and skin, scares you.

But,
She just had to say something.

When Opportunity knocks....
you do not just answer.
You run.

How can you fix your problem,
if your problem is your face.

When you think you're fat
the whole world looks skinny...

nothing








can explain







the





hole










that is left.








when this stranger,







of a bed.






Is unkept








of your scent and breath.