Looking On Stars From A Dirty WorldIn some other time, in some other place,
in the vast reaches in the darkest space,
We've given it one more chance,
at undying romance.
At the melding of souls,
to coalesce like the elements,
binary stars around black holes,
Hot love that burns as coals,
along the night sky.
Subjective ObjectiveRiding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function. In between initial frames of reference, relative to the world at stand still. Becoming all possible states until no more are left to assume. Invincible, irreplicable, pushing off the earth as the earth pushes back. Neither either but both. Micro macro, negative positive, repel attract. Riding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function.
My Trip To The GroundI've been pushed from behind,
I don't know by who.
When I look I hope to find,
It was me and not you.
Because when push turns to shove,
I'll shove harder than you do.
When you pull hatred out of love,
Not much else is true.
Why am I being pushed anyways?
As I got close,
You should have warned me to stay away.
Now I'm upset as I contest why I feel this way:
You were my savior just yesterday.
As I trip on my feet,
I don't know what to think.
Where's your helping hand?
In black sand I've begun to sink.
You have a mighty smile,
Will you be here for awhile?
Gotta say I think not,
You look like you're lost.
Here And NowHere And Now
Here we are, in the here and now,
nowhere else we'd rather be.
Of all of time and space,
this is when I want to be.
We fly, the universe and I,
together in this place.
We'll lose each other soon enough,
though we're in no grand haste.
Death is the final moment, the clarifying breath,
every moment is that moment, only death has yet to join us.
Breath in the air, death will soon be here,
and now is all we have, for all we really care.
The World Without WordsThere is a world in which no one can say but one word. Any word. Their word. After that, they die. There is no warfare, no poverty, no suffering. Men are unable to explain away the cruelty of their actions, and so man toils under the weight of his actions. No lies spread by way of eager lips.
In this world, there is a man and a woman sitting together in a bar, having a comfortable silence between them.
He leans against the bar, an eyebrow quirked at her. She inspects him with pursed lips, taking him in without interruption. He is a tall man and a big guy. His hair is thick and invasive, and dyed green. She takes more time than he'd like her to, and so he gives her a clown face. She's beautiful. She chortles at him, and he lets his chest down and breath out; she's beautiful and he made her laugh. A wonderful start by most of society.
She tosses her long, luxurious, lengthy hair back over her shoulder and adjusts herself to face him. He straightens up and brushes a hand through his hair,
Man in Space and Time"What if I did do those big and important things?"
I thought to myself aloud.
"What if I stop being afraid of living?"
I swore then I'd instigate change in the universe.
On a tiny blue rock in nothing, I could change the world.
But when I was done, everything was in flames.
I frowned and thought long and hard about it,
sighing as the flames took all breaths away.
"I destroyed everything. I wanted to do good, not bad.
I'm not a bad person."
I stopped being selfish. In that moment I gave up the chains of consciousness
and let go of morality, the world, myself.
"This is the Universe. Flames have eaten my blue rock,
and now they dance in a new world just for them."
The fires raged to life and breathed and were powerful,
and they changed things and sometimes what they changed was beautiful
and sometimes what things became was beautiful. Ash rose in the violent winds,
embers hugged the earth.
"I did it. I lived and did big and important things, and everything I thought was
bad or ugly
An Affair on MyselfWake up early morning, it's time to be on my feet.
No time to eat something, I've got a place to be.
The sun beats on my head, I'm burnt like the sand.
The past whirls in my mind, I can hardly stand.
Time like water flows on by, currents in the sun.
Frozen feelings begin to melt, oh look how they run.
I don't feel the light burn, the peeling of my skin.
I only feel that urge to stop the loneliness within.
I could just scream! Unleash what's inside of me.
That is I would do that, if I wasn't so empty.
I can just shout! Let my heart sing.
That is I would do this, if the words weren't so heavy.
Vapid vixens vex me, fleeting like the wind.
Their faces come and go, stop before they begin.
I like to loose myself, to the bottom of the drink.
I'll think of you fondly, 'til next we meet.
Tender loving is all I really wanted.
Hard to love anyone, by the past you're still haunted.
I don't really like you all, just strangers in a mask.
But a touch is a touch, and there's peace of mind at last.
The MawThe Maw
An endless river barren black with souls,
the living wailing as they wait for Hope.
In all their minds they hear the chewing,
the bones crunching and the blood spewing.
Filled with dread they flail about,
they don't want to die, when will Hope pull them out?
Oh what a sight to see the hopeless hell of humanity,
The moaning corpses shoveled into the Maw,
Freedom to live forbade by law,
The fear of timeless prison,
bodies mulched by society's jaw,
consumed by social religion.
The young, the pure, the innocent.
They're stricken dumb, blind, and tainted.
Their youth is eaten by spirits malevolent.
They become old men with the same cruel intent.
Struggling and failing to escape the Maw,
Before death all are beaten raw.
I watch friends and loved ones sigh and ache in line.
They stumble on, deaf to my pleas for salvation.
Like a haunting their lives are stuck on a miserable repeat.
They dress like government issue live stock,
branding themselves with different lies and false freedom,
A Practice in Freeflow.Set up: A man ought to have his own private room, i.e. a study. A place where can go to work and be left alone for however long he needs it. Even his loved ones are proscribed* from entry. But an artist seeks to express the life expressed within, and how can you refuse your lover from the one place you pay her highest tribute?
And so she enters...
Her presence was first an annoyance. I'm not annoyed with her, per se, but with a foreign presence in my most private of areas. In this small room, cramped with books and papers and drawings and music, lay the spirit of I. The mind's soul, which doesn't seek to know all things, but to experience all things. It is my time and place alone from the human race.
Here she is. I'm not speaking to her. I'm pretending to be slightly agitated and highly invested by my work. In truth, I can't put any productive words down to text. I try to look at her when she doesn't see me. I like to see her. Not in quick glances; those are saddening. I like to take h
The Day My Life Gained MeaningI locked you in my heart
and threw away the key
but you picked that damned
and broke free.
My screams of protest
fell upon deaf ears.
You stole my heart
right from my chest
and seconds before I died,
you placed your heart
in my empty chest
(Though it might as well have been a scream)
"I love you."
the recklessness i discarded to the starshe still lingers in the poems on my wrist
in the scars that were never even there
but still refuse to leave my sight
he had the sky in his eyes,
mid-afternoon beauties so blinding and searing and painful
i couldn't help but gaze up at that sun
but god, i am so much lower
my eyes are the color of an early dusk
an ending and the tears
of tiring children
there is no sunset or fingerpainting
just the darkness
just the sadness before the stars and moon and romance
i have never held a love so true
for someone i didn't even love at all
and the facts are all there
the math checks out even now
i still wish that the blankets smothering me at night
could be his arms
no fanfare, no love
just reality and his scarily clear eyes
on an overcast day when i am unafraid of heights
maybe that's all i really wanted from the start
Love and shardsYour warm light
Reaches for my heart
A call for love
A great passion
But you can't touch it
It's broken and darkened
And the sharp shards
Will break your skin
You'll have to wait
While I pick up the pieces
And put them together
So someday loving me will be safe
not a placeyour brown eyes
black in shade
tree sap to trap bugs in light
your soft hair, soft cheeks, soft back
your hand on my shoulder a home
your voice to me a home
My Best FriendEven from our first
Exchanging of words
My heart melted
Because of you
You are my best
And most intimate friend
In all honesty
These feelings are not
Your very being
To my dreams
Those wondrous, soporific thoughts
Heighten my current feelings
Taking them to new extremes
I want them to remain with me
Vital AssetVital Asset
When you have treasures,
They may be lost
But they can be replaced
I have had treasures before
Some were lost
Some were stolen
But I have one asset
That I will never lose
Even when I die
It is Love
My most vital asset
Though it may be replaced
It may not be the same
Our love will survive
Through each age
"How many lives we have lived
I may not know
But I know we were together."
Twenty-fiveYou shall never lose me.
Only you can taste
The honey of my heart.
Only you can feel
My love when times are dark.
Only you can touch
Every inch that is my skin.
Only you can see
All of me there is within.
Only you can hear
My secrets buried deep.
Only you can be
The shoulder when I weep.
Only you are the one,
The one that's meant for me.
Only you are the one,
And you shall never lose me.
That you type across the screen
Fills my heart with joy
Your intellect alone
Drives me crazy
But in the best of ways
I can't even begin to tell you
How long I've waited
I suspect that you may already know
Though it would be
A downright dirty lie
If I said that lustful images
Of the two of us
Didn't constantly fill my thoughts
Another emotion is even more
I long for the day
In which I can stare
Deeply into your eyes
And let my true feelings be known
A Gift Of Me...I give to you a gift of me...
best of all, this gift is free.
Take me for what you want...
just be sure to want all you take.
Take my heart, take my body,
take everything you desire.
I belong to you, and no other.
I can be both friend and lover.
This gift is your's as you desire...
mind of power and heart of fire.
You will find that I'm a tasty treat,
one to be savored like fine candy.
So I give to you a gift of me...
no need to unwrap, unless you want.
I am your's to enjoy and play with...
and yes, I do make such a great gift.