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See YouI yearn, at the threshold
My departure is sunny
The new bloom inscents yonder
My feet prick on rough gravel
Can't imagine life beyond here
Won't ever know, will I?
Until I take that step
You won't be with me today
You're kept as a memory
Step out on my destined skyline.
I'll be seeing you.
UnbalancedI tremble at the sight
It's cold, stricken
Yet so achingly inflamed
Why does it frighten me?
I stay rooted and hardly bruise
Yet guts wrench me
The world swivels beneath my bares
There go my legs.
Incense of warmth, the deep hearth,
Chipping first, chapped skin,
The prairie winds, hints of lilac,
The downpour, uprooted wildlife,
The birth of life,
The denouement of darkness.
Tossed as an ash tray
Your eyes can't deny,
Disregard my absence
Weather a fraud glimmer
You're nothing but fiction.
FallingI can't beckon at the thought
What impact am I to face?
I'm delusional by the idea, to be mounted at world's End.
No saviors here
No cry for help
It's just me.
Gravity can only catch me.
Do I let it?
Allow it to trap me in stranger arms?
StrangerWho are you?
When did we meet?
October 20th, 2002?
You had that sense of familiarity,
that we couldn't ever leave each other.
I held your hand,
as it drifted as ash in winter crisp.
I don't know you.
You're nothing but a stranger.
Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Holding You UpYou're broken
You're underneath the loom
It hazes a sense of uninviting tightness
Your grappled by the weight of its power
You can't give out,
You're only vulnerable,
Don't cripple this way,
Fall in suit
You're strength will hold you
You will be okay
Time outI'm cornered
Bland walls confine me
my hands fumble on my lap
Can't decide what to do
How did I get in this position?
Nothing to do, nothing to behold
Can't make the most of this
She tells me to reflect on my actions
I want my crayons back
Time outs are no fun.
the sugar in your smile, the glucose in your bloodIt's searching fingertips,
gingerly placed empty spaces,
and wrong timing,
but now it's I love you, oh wait I really do,
please don't leave me under these carnival lights alone
because I can't bare another day without your syrup sweet blood,
you are the sugar in my coffee
and the honey on my toast,
the candy rotting my teeth,
and the molasses thick air I inhale on summer nights.
TwinkleThe gift of life
so precious and brief,
gives off a light
a soul can see.
the eyes of another,
the answer there
within you will discover.
The light that shines
in the eyes of a life,
twinkles like a star
in the wonder of the night.
A magical spark
that gives no hue,
simply showing off
the life in you.
The opposite is
an ashen blue,
the end of a life
its secret clue.
It's the color of the sky
with a gathered haze,
not deep and blue
but cold and grey.
You see it with love
when you look in the eyes,
of souls that are ending
their journey through life.
I looked into your eyes today
and I did not see the sky,
I feel a sense of calm relief
It's still the stars I see.
Love is ComingLove is to me, as soft as a breeze
Helping me stand when I fall to my knees
It'll pick me up, spin me around
Love is coming, it makes no sound
Love is to me, as calm as the sea
Believing in all that I can be
Holding me warm throughout the night
Love is coming at first light
a line of cocainea line of cocaine
before starting her show
she has need of narcotic
to be able to remove her clothes
on the scene
or the bank notes are agitated
like if she was a prostitute
a line of cocaine
to find the strength
of unveil her body
has this frustrated crowd
she is afraid of a overdose
but without the cocaine
she would already be dead
RhymeYou are irresistible,
you are fine,
I only wish that you were mine,
I sometimes feel your arms around me,
and then I open my eyes but I cannot breathe,
If you were but mine to keep,
my body would no longer weep,
Now I feel old and older still,
I love you more than my own free will.
25A quarter of a century
Two and a half decade
Where should I be?
Is this the beckon of my destiny
Too young to settle down
too old to clown around
Where should I go in this day and age?
What should I write on my life's page?
It not that I am confused
I just don't want to be used
Through any kind of string
Enticed by some sort of offering
With lover's ring looming on
just a few year's and the bachelor is gone
But here I am some what contemplating
Is this what I'm really yearning?
To the sound of money and spending
With much bill that are unending
Financial freedom is what I sought
Where my earning is greater than what I bought
And what about the dreams that are long well forgotten
Have I traveled enough that I have fallen?
Into cynicism and into hopelessness
over all giving into all the sadness
But I despair not with a beating heart
surely there's still away to regain my spark
the only that keeping me warm at night
beside from providing a guiding light
That there is still a possibility
*Last Butterfly*Burnished butterfly
With sadness fluttered goodbye
Autumn slipped away.
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
Fighting SpiritThe heart keeps heaving
while the debts keeps piling
but my grin won't be fading
cause my cause is worth fighting
You can throw a curve ball
you can try to trick and stall
but it won't matter, not at all
I'd make it through even if I have to crawl
Cause my spirit has been forged
too long, this hardship to deny this urge
a call to arms my raging heart endure
for the goal at the end, I am ensured
No time for tears to cry and despair
all broken bones will have a moment for repair
but for now, I'll lick my wounds and then stand up
For the time calls for action even when it's rough
The heart keeps heaving
and my body is still aching
though I might as well be bleeding
I won't stop to pursue the dream that's shinning
To be free from all the chains that holds me
to be strong from my own insecurity
to break the feeling of loss and uncertainty
to grab hold on to my own identity
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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