We now embark on the poles of the sea, lost to find the shores.
Like mad men we're living on adverse held to the riches we adore.
But whats wrong with this picture, I can't see through the walls of ice.
Oh baby I'm a desperate victim, destroyed by my lustrous eyes.

This is a calling of love, Am I right?
You've heard me from the skies.
S.O.S. Save our sons.
Your presence gives me vigour to discover,
Our truer path upon the sea.

I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite

These angels that I once held revered are now objects of controversy.
Am I wrong to lick my lips for you know this hungers killing me.
So against the good of her grace, gut rotted we strip her clean.
Lost to sea for this vultures seizure, blessed be this vanity.

And you know that they say if you living live for today,
The relentless pray, and the promises from which I paid.
I been destroyed once again by my lustrous eyes.

I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite

For a moment I thought I'd get away clean.
But who can blame me sanity it ain't for me.
They scream; You judas, you destroyer,
You spineless heed we curse you life.

You are ******* dead to me.

We now embark on the poles of the sea, lost to find the shores.
Like mad men we're living on adverse held to the riches we adore.
But whats wrong with this picture, I can't see through the walls of ice.
Oh baby I'm a desperate victim, destroyed by my lustrous eyes.

This is a calling of love, Am I right?
You've heard me from the skies.
S.O.S. Save our sons.
Your presence gives me vigour to discover,
Our truer path upon the sea.

I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite

These angels that I once held revered are now objects of controversy.
Am I wrong to lick my lips for you know this hungers killing me.
So against the good of her grace, gut rotted we strip her clean.
Lost to sea for this vultures seizure, blessed be this vanity.

And you know that they say if you living live for today,
The relentless pray, and the promises from which I paid.
I been destroyed once again by my lustrous eyes.

I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite

For a moment I thought I'd get away clean.
But who can blame me sanity it ain't for me.
They scream; You judas, you destroyer,
You spineless heed we curse you life.

You are ******* dead to me.

Winged ants’ fly past day.
At its height, wingless all fall;
Willing chicken feed!

I thought when I watched you the clocked stop
I was only breathing too hard
your bony fingers are around my heart
if feels so good to feel them there
they are cold
but I will make them warm again
I wear my skeleton like a spider
or an ant
touch my back
my body is an electric fence
the ghosts of the sparrows that flew out of your mouth
only know where sunsets grow
we fallowed them to the trees
where they are skinny and bare
and their roots are as cracked as ours
I was holding your hand so gentle
I thought that I was going to lose you
I was whispering to your ears
telling them not to worry
you thought I spoke in madness
it was only my smile
that magically tricked you into loving me
my magic tricks are a musical garden I tried to grow you
but the sun never came
neither did the rain
one night you tried to not let me see you crying
but I knew you did
cause your heart stung me like a jellyfish
my hands
are still raw and numb from the sorrow
but I know that you had forgiven me
when the bleeding finally stopped
I still haven't shown you the scars
but I was only speaking in madness

A lone tree, in all its glory stands
in the courtyard of my heart;
evergreen all these years,
proud of its songs heard as green waves
nourished by the sun in my sky.
Without that tree, I can't be
a comely girl once came
there  for an ecstatic  dance, then
sat below its shade with a smile
all through a day and night
then in the courtyard of my heart
she became a constant presence.
The wind's tunes sung paeans to her,
the verdant courtyard
was filled with sun and songs;
the tree's first spring it was.
A long season of flowering followed,
pink and white blossoms
with heavenly scent was abundant
all through the year on the tree's crown.
Like a moving cloud, honeybees
swarmed around singing songs of love,
joy of communion fallowed by the pain of parting,
the season of fragrant blooms soon came to an end
and with that she too left,
telling me that I'll be her true love always
whatever happens to us,
In that tree, the witness of our love
she tied an invisible ribbon that bound us too tough to get loose,
that embraced me whenever wind played with it,
I and she were mere shells
presence of love, alive in the precincts, of the tree
that makes me alive, now and for ever.

When I traveled to Rainbow lane
In a far off dream,
I saw a daisy,
the daisy was kissed by the gentile sun,
growing a bit each day,
On sad days the daisy drooped,
and the cloud's tears drizzled upon the daisy,
but sunny days always fallowed those damp days,
the flower smiled once again
and every evening the flower slept
in a soft bed of hay,
awaiting the morning sun.

That flesh’d vizard – does it decay,
So much alike the ******.
My mortal stature – emaciated –
Forthwith; it’s programmed.

Do those lines – like trenches deep –
Carve moats for tears to flow.
And do they flow – like rivers march
My countenance; fallowed.

To rejuvenate – vials and vials,
Ointments in plethora.
I rub and rub, till the vizard cracks
Lo! Restore my aura.

Pseudoscience, falsehoods galore –
A vice of fiscality.
Like a cyst, does it tremor,
Melting my vanity.

Visage – deep – a pick inside my soul.
Those flakes of ego crumb.
A mien so ******, yet so loved…
Can they not see how numb
                         I am.

They all gather to the deadhouse
Like actors taking to a well trodden stage
Whether from London's' Kings Cross
Or the finery of NYC's Queens borough
Back to the fold all prodigal sons must return
To join with those that could never find a way
From this barren cold land and its insular bitter lies
All united now in a grief of one that has been lost  
All divided by a rivalry, a rumor, some generational feud
The priest commences his weary and over versed tone
As he summons his God, his Jesus and his Litany of Saints
Incense burns as a symbol of the prayer of the faithful rising
Yet rising no further than their hypocrisy descends

And where do you look when even Jesus lets you down
As you turn to wipe that burning tear from your face
One not born from holy water nor from their devils grace

Doors are opened and a captive audience awaits
A procession of mourners to take their turn to the stage
Heads bowed all and one, as hands are extended
In weak and feeble grips amid their mumbled exchanges
"Sorry for your loss" and "taken too soon"
None hesitate too long as they navigate this fallowed room
An occasional recognised face among a community of strangers
A moment of warmth emanating from this ritualistic parade
All gone too soon unlike those memories of years past
Of wanting to get out and get free, promising never to go back
Yet to the last of this line they swear that they remember you well
Whilst retiring to The Old Stand with promise of more stories to tell

Where the whiskey chasers flow like the Guinness on draught
Helping to swallow the lies on how good it is to be back
Rehashing of old platitudes but nothing really said

For no one shall ever speak ill of the dead

There is an emotional graveyard in my back yard
It's for all the feelings that die, and I discard

Innocence was the first to fall
But isn't it always that one for us all

Happiness fallowed soon after that
Because my life quickly turned to crap

Trust was the next to bite the dust
For self preservation it was a must

Ignorance was the very next one
I swiftly learned life's lessons
Under the gun

Love has entered and been dug up from the ground
But each time I bury it a little father down

Sympathy can also out there be found
It's right over there it's the biggest mound

Desire and all the stuff I crave
Is right here in this shallow grave

Lust that I mistook for love one to many times
Deep is it's hole it was such a vicious crime

Joy also has it's place among the markers
It couldn't be saved by the therapist or doctors

Anger was the last that went underground
I just couldn't take any more of it's horrific sound

You'll notice pain, agony, and strife
Very much still have lots of life
So also is fear and my darkness
I have placed their markers after all I'm heartless

And that last little plot way over there
Under the Weeping Willow dug with such care
It's stone only has dates and dashes
That's for my shell when it finally crashes
For it will be hollow void of all emotion
To lie in that grave will be such a promotion

His wisdom tooth started to rot,
he didn't listen to its complaints at first,
dismissed the implications,
without much thought,
wasn't it denial?

When removal was inevitable,
the matter came out in a facebook post,
as if it was yet another case for
immediate social action.
Getting a line written in today's wall
wasn't bad, he felt a secret elation.
Why debate  good and  bad, if  there is a strong
chance to change perspectives after the  posting?
The rotten tooth thus asserted itself!

It felt good for the first time,
to know others focus on even your wisdom tooth,
soon, the feeling was replaced with,
regret, for feeling good, Ouch!

it didn't stop there, either,
a feeling of confusion fallowed,
a sense of ebullient nonsense prevailed,
what else could it be called?
How to escape to the normal?
the thought came after a while,
and yes, tell me the wise,what is a normal state?

The rain bird whistles in my ear
The boustrophedon melody fallowed loud and clear
Breach my windows and ruin my sleep
A ****** delight my eyes do weep
Cradle my head in wretched screams
Erase and memorize fallen dreams
Trapped in dusk my eye does wake
Migraines conjured will soon dissipate

196 lb
average male weight
ego not included

156 lb
average female weight
although one spoken sentence hits like a ton of bricks

20 lb
unsaid words,
searing, left in your throat

10 lb
“It won’t happen again”
guns for vocal chords

40 lb
a dead car battery

25 lb
for every bullet he left inside her spirit

a scale says 167 pounds
body mass measured
heavy heart unaccounted

19.30 g
roughly the weight of a wedding ring
she’s seen three removed from three different fingers

1.5 g
enough for six rotations
enough to feel zero

1.5 oz
enough for a shot
take six to feel a hundred

10 million tons
the weight of a star

10 million tons
the thought of her

we are loaded
dense
filled

made-to-break
paper-made
carbon-bounded
­heart-strung
fire-resistant

the weight we carry is not the
numbers on the scale
we are much more than the pounds we gain
the aches that we hold
the tears that did not fall

living with a hallowed heart does not make it any less heavier

these light words were not meant for these paper limbs
gravity could care less

we are pressured
felt
squeezed
until broken
forevermore

built strong
lasts shortly
bulldozed by just one fallowed swoop
we are demolished

you could build your vessel as ravenous and as merciless as you can
only to be held down by the world
we are defied

measured
counted
hated
loved
we are

Just waking up to see the persons face you love sleeping so soundly next to you. A candle lit dinner fallowed by a romantic movie and holding a girl close. Just simple moments made extravagant because a person you care about is there. Romance is possible anywhere if you're with the right person.

There is an emotional graveyard in my back yard
It's for all the feelings that die, and I discard

Innocence was the first to fall
But isn't it always that one for us all

Happiness fallowed soon after that
Because my life quickly turned to crap

Trust was the next to bite the dust
For self preservation it was a must

Ignorance was the very next one
I swiftly learned life's lessons
Under the gun

Love has entered and been dug up from the ground
But each time I bury it a little father down

Sympathy can also out there be found
It's right over there it's the biggest mound

Desire and all the stuff I crave
Is right here in this shallow grave

Lust that I mistook for love one to many times
Deep is it's hole it was such a vicious crime

Joy also has it's place among the markers
It couldn't be saved by the therapist or doctors

Anger was the last that went underground
I just couldn't take any more of it's horrific sound

You'll notice pain, agony, and strife
Very much still have lots of life
So also is fear and my darkness
I have placed their markers after all I'm heartless

And that last little plot way over there
Under the Weeping Willow dug with such care
It's stone only has dates and dashes
That's for my shell when it finally crashes
For it will be hollow void of all emotion
To lie in that grave will be such a promotion

you came slithering in my room
dressed in mysterious shapes

finding dark corners to play in
whispering magical thoughts of illusion

you shake the soft spot of my foundation

I fallowed you down by the lake
where you show me that the water is really green

you caught an odd colored fish
and ripped the meat from its bones

you showed me it was nothing but the skeleton of my dead grandma
lost upon my last fading memory

in the woods we found messages carved into trees

they have been blackened by the souls of dead lovers
hard to read
we try to decode their passion

what destruction lies behind beauty's door?
so mysterious that they were forgotten before ever written

we walked upon these empty roads for days
losing all signs of amity

you stopped where the hills ended and said:
love is a perilous journey of all sun and no rain
when rainbows are destruction to sad faces
how can I ever find happiness?

she kissed my lips then said:
my kisses are like land mines

tick, tick, tick, your heart stops.

my shaking bones fell to the floor
as I watched her vanish into the thick mist

I came upon a bare oak tree
still chard from its last message
I chipped away the ashes and carved
*happiness is only the beginning

Sitting in a building so full of people
I feel like I’m the only one
Broken keys and different graffiti
Unfamiliar faces
Same old stories
Ears ringing
Listening to the ones on stage
I wonder what if
I fallowed their footsteps
How different my life would be
If I did more than write lyrics
Perhaps I’d be on a flight to Boston
I had a dream and I didn’t chase it
Now I hear they might make it
But then I remember
All the reasons why I ran
To a stranger I knew so well
When I felt I had nobody and nothing else
At the ends of my days I had a place
A bar that was a breath of fresh air
As the glasses caught my tears
I returned year after year
Until it all just disappeared
I wonder where my life will go from here

The heart pumps
beats, fast and slow
opens, to the wrong people
closes, to the people who open their hearts to you
The heart is flexible,
bends
shrinks
hardens
softens
however, breaks the easiest
it is fragile, flammable, soluble, and ferocious
a heart is loud
blinding, deafening, screeching noise
it reverberates to support
however falls with just one fallowed swoop
one sentence
one blink
one touch
a heartbeat is an echo
a prayer
a mother’s wish
a signal to every corner of your veins
a heart travels to all, but only reaches to a few
it engages with no remorse
no regret
if only we could stop listening to it
life would be easier to live
but to live without a heart, is to die with a heavy soul

your heart is a lighthouse
a pulsating light
flickering off in the distance
thrown against the fog
billowing in the unknown
its visible
seen
even when you think otherwise
it’s within grasp for anyone who wants it
it matters
it’s yours

people what to say time chained feelings
pouring out love dipped strawberries
idle hands are like the idle hearts
warming the night storm in the morning
breaking ice sheets like small talk and conversation
and yeah you sensed the hesitation
plan b fallowed by plan e or f
we can talk about the sky
if its really raining then we can stay in
as long as eyes don't start leaking
from the floorboard breaking
either way we will be drowning
letting scary monsters from the basement
see straight to the attic
cobweb covered dreams above us
long forgotten when we jumped pin picks
or pin holes
i forget what you call them
no you can't smoke my lucky

I did not ask you to forgive me
only sit with me in a field

sit with me and pray

watch the black grass turn green
morning sleeps on the other side of the river

you notice the soft feathers
of the swallows

you fallowed them alone
found fields more fit for prayer

my hands are bleeding
I shall leave you messages
on the white rocks
so you may find your way back to me

I hope one day you'll read them
and know

I still have not forgiven myself

You won't catch me in a crowded space
I don't do well with the human race
All their endless chatter
Over things that don't really matter
All those people in just one space
All of those people, face upon face
Makes my heart just pound and race

I'm not antisocial, I have my small circle
But stupid is way to fertile
And with each generation they seem to get dimmer
There seems to be no hope not even a glimmer

If you don't believe, just sit back and watch at the mall
There use to be a few now their numbers aren't small
I blame the government, and our schools
Just push them through forget the golden rules

So please don't put me on the spot
Where there are a lot of people I won't be caught
First is anxiety, fallowed quickly by panic
At times it is quite manic

Your best bet to find me is where it's quiet
That's the way I like it
Out in the woods, it improves my mood
Because animals only **** for food
Unlike like us human fools
We are in a sad state, the human gene pool

I lay awake at night,
You fill my thoughts and my dreams.
I'm thinking of you now,
How you will appear in my dreams,
As you have countless nights before.
The night will consist of cuddling fallowed by hugs,
Perhaps a kiss too
If I'm lucky.
The way your soft lips will meet mine,
Making me warm and calm,
Yet I am exited and filled with joy.
My emotion just growing more and more
I feel as if I'm going to explode with joy and shout
"I'm the luckiest man alive to have you"
But, then I wake up
It was all a dream and you are still on my mind
I began to remember the way you hurt me and left me to suffer
I still love you though
With no logic or reason I love you and always will...

Broken machine built of bones and blood, on the bruised backs of those
                                                           ­                                                          I love
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in the silence
Shriveled stars saturated in the salts of my missing seas, swapped with the sterling structures of silver and steel and stealing sanctuary from
                                                            ­                                  those I love
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in this silence
Your peering perverted glance peruses with privilege over the pain
                                              of those I love
passing over that which you don't wish to witness
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in your silence
My mind in massacre and mutilated matter, mashed by the mincing malice of Man
                         disregarded by the Masses
                                                                ­         and cast aside like that calloused
                   carcass
Cacophonous promises in the cavernous mouths of cowards
                                                                ­---
Rejoice! Retribution in the form of a rub out, ridiculing, self-reliance
               the righteousness of Rule
Ricocheting off of divinity and running through
                      the Heart of those I love
Find my falling fears, fickle in nature, on these fallowed floors and feel the ferocity of it
                            fulfilling their prophecy, futilely fighting back the firing of hatred
                at those I love

Fall to your knees!  Condemned to continue the cycles of the crowds and cower in the corners of your own crimes
                               For those I love so, for those I fear for, for those I cry
                                       for, for those I live in,  for those I hate so
Your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence!
a violence
rests in your silence
which hurts
for this vice I won't
forgive you
never forget
                                   Those I Love

Fire, bright fire,
Burning everywhere.
Cold, real cold,
Something strange is here.

Flames flickering, glinting eyes,
I think I'm being fallowed.
Water reflecting like a mirror,
In its stone hallow.

I look around, with great fear,
The fire has gone out.
I am in a cave, it's light depraved,
There is no way out.

An eerie light, I look around,
There is no one here.
I approach the pool, the air is cool,
I see a reflection there.

I see my face, it's the same,
But my eyes are totally new.
For in them I see, the true nature of me,
The creature who only I knew.

you were

water parts



     the burrowing sun
cries


take our pitchforks to the aisles
  drenched in meridian sleet  


did you hear did you hear?

  the sirens last week
yeah yeah, the day that really massive bee got trapped in the window
apparently the whole neighbourhood was aflame

   we never notice anything, do we?



The noon, a pebble
  how were are at you where what too going today?


i-  i’m really sorry, i
   yes

yes, no
                 no


so did you, in the end?


        Ah, no!     It
    wasn’t




just
     couldn’t find
it

      gushing mush
   drowned out

       fallowed hallways
   left upturned

wait so,
    did you
                in
  find it?         the end?

..
what?


             oh-
         sorry,
nevermind





.

I love you,
Like I love the burnt orange on the farthest extremities
Of leaves that fell from the walnut tree
Growing from my memories;
Damp in autumns comforting atmosphere.
The bliss that I experience,
Relearning laughter exploding
from this epicenter
In my chest.
I render every bit of my ability to adore you
From fragments of the things that shined and shone before
I could have said I know you.
You feel like warm sand under my feet,
Like my fathers hand and
Like the best ******* poetry
Slipping out from under my teeth.
Feeling
Like a gust of wind in the pouring rain
Sounding in the soft tones only loved ones have murmured my name
Take it for what its worth, that I have loved before
But not one have I loved more
I admit I love you with every bit that I have
I love you as every soft memory I have ever had.
You are a declaration of self-worth
Spoken to a depreciating world full of angry men and sad girls.
You are the sway in my stride that speaks to self-confidence,
you match every smile I have
With a reason for another,
Every tear I shed fallowed in acknowledging
That” at least we have each other”
So know I love you like the feel of sunlight on my pale skin,
Like moon light shimmering atop dark water,
Like my baby sister’s sprinkling of butterfly kisses
Persistence in the relentless reminders of her admiration,
In every instance of its existing in my memory ,
Lurking within my experience I love you.

Where has the sunlight gone
The joy in framed photographs on a garbage riddled nightstand
Memories of laughter across heirloom , wooden floors
Benefits of friendship , I cease to comprehend anymore
The hope of poetry's salvation , fallowed ink symbols on yellowed paper

My life is an empty hole
Filled with mess
Fallowed with stress
That l cant embrace

The distress
In the emptyness
Deep in the hallowedness
Of the heartless

Taking my sadness
Away from the hapiness
That brought my fullness
Makes me lifeless

My life is an empty hole
That l cant embrace

And when the butterflies returned,
They fluttered down from
Hidden caverns draped in verdant moss.
Trailing dark tendrils of apocalyptic dusk,
They settled on the fragrant grass,
And like recessed memories,

Forgot.

And when the butterflies returned,
They flapped their harlequin wings,
Like Ashanti dancers in the wind,
Clothed in Kente cloth,
Alighting on graveyard moss,
And like the faded wording on a wooden cross,

Forgot.

And when the butterflies returned, they skimmed like vibrant gems
Across the sea,
And gathered like scattered drops of multicolored rain  
Across the fallowed fields,
And rivers that had healed,
And where man’s touch had once disfigured,

Now all forgot.

And so it is in life and death.

All that was once fire and depth
Breaks from the body

Like falling wings and

We are left

Forgotten things,

Each new day reborn
In glorious colors

Like a swarm of Monarchs across
The yellow of the dawn

Drifting

Forever on

Without us.