Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Glistening in The Morning Dew


Misfiring hormones turned into delusion,
The mind with all its limits,
Converses in tattle tales;
Fooling the heart,
To think,
It can,
Think!
 
Mesmerizes itself, with;
Deceit,
In that,
All that,
Hurts,
Is a passing.
 
That the physical
Is a front for trickery?
 
And that man,
A Man is a lover.
Adaptation I smirk,
If only all understood
What happiness is…

Thursday, June 6, 2013

An Ode to a Friend

Like a moth without light
He left unpersuaded,
Grated against the banks time,
Drowned in embrace of change,
Knowing he has to exist.

He jeered taunts to the future,
Challenged the past,
Spoke in the present,
This place was not his to stay.

The moth he was,
He, journeyed on,
In these foreign lands,
He slept;
Amongst cherry blossoms and bald black thorns,
Crippled by contradiction,
He sang to the wind, it blew
And he went.

An idealist? Rarely;
He read of existentiality,
The practical,
The subject,
The heart,
The people,
He was not conflicted,
Never was he a tortured soul,
Harnessed by reckless words, fawning nor smoke.

He knew his purpose,
And he left this place,
To those keen to serve in blindness.





We  acknowledge our temporary existence, however, we celebrate our lasting connection, i will always remember you old friend...

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Last




I do not want bitter to be a lasting taste in my mouth, it’s hard when you feel  like a deer struck by car with blinding lights, I lie spun, guts ripped, the sky open, clear, starry, my destiny fled, enveloped by the up-high abyss. Helpless, tire marked, this blood seeps, seeps, away, prying its way through and to the under, the compost, the lost, the forgotten, my bloods pours through, to the other side, the end. The engine awakes raves and stops, raves again, trying to pull away, trying figure out, that, which has just ended, stopped in its tracks! Cold the world maybe but death is acknowledged by involuntary open stares. Eyes wince and blur, limbs stray; unaccounted for, the heart slows, the driver convinced, brighter the night burns, with one roar, shrouded silence remains. In that moment, I think, I do not want bitter to be the last thing I feel in this life. 



Of the Fallen one



Metamorphosis of the fallen one
He says there is an urge
A calling within him
To do better
To be a man

The fallen one has looked to the sky
He says there is a need
Inside him somewhere to change
A want he cannot resist
As he lays in the car seat next to me
His face screams with pain

This fallen one on his knees
He prays for the new day
An advent in Christ he wants to be
He has seen his ways
In the midst of his turmoil’s and ulcers
His brain boils
A hundred percent degrees above normal
His skin breaks off
He shape shifts
With a halo

The fallen one I cannot see anymore
No longer in my car seat talking to me
No longer telling me to wait
For a love unfulfilled
Just his words
His guitar he strums
His tears burn my skin
No more shall he love
His eyes are not his

This alternation in person
He floats around undecided in heart
His language modified, he has become “I”
Not us, not we, not anything
He is the one that is flying around

But oh how he falls
Swirling faster and faster to the ground, he falls
A drink in hand, a prostitute’s baby he nurses
He has fallen once more
I cannot save him
Now he rolls on the floor
Gnashing his teeth
Seeing hell’s door he smiles
He slams it
Gets up again, there is a change
A moment he has come to
Lucifer he has known well
Not today he says, not anymore
His eyes stark wide he keeps looking
Past and beyond me
Not here anymore

A change within him has come
He has to face it alone
My hand he lets go
The fallen one
He is gone
A change has taken over
What it means, what it meant?
I am not sure.


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

She Remembers Me when I was Younger...

She wakes, stretching, hair tangled, two fingers  tucked in mouth, big beautiful eyes, she looks as if surprised at first then she melts into a contagious smile, floating, or is it bouncing, energized, peering down at you as if she wasn’t expecting you there, hi sis! Wet smooches glisten her melodious ‘good morning sis,’ and with a hug she twirls off, the light of day has spread across my heart, this is what waking up should be…

Friday, June 22, 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

On my way (to you babe)

Jaded thoughts
temporal expressions
futile hopes
ash ember dreams
lasting bonds
breaking hearts
outrage and laughter
sadness and joy
there is no ever after
torture, 
happiness,
in you,
yours,
growth in me,
my own,
transitions,
transportation
transformations