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Sonnet XXIINight and day I have yearned for day and night;
Now two apostles greet my early eye,
Awakens dawn with charms of evening's sprite
And eve will dawn with dawn's serrated spy;
The wily weed will ornament the leaf,
The prideful leaf will grace each petal bare
And though a jennelise plays envy's thief,
A weed devised measure for beauty's share.
Where dwells a prize in priceless thoughts and mull?
What joys allow repose once left behind?
Is that gray partridge spiritless and dull
Flat meat before it meets the meaty mind?
All happiness of man can only sway
In tides of tomorrow and yesterday.
A LIVING DREAMWhat is life? And pray tell what is death?
What is the mystery confounded and subtle?
Is it like the wind blowing on a withered arm?
Or a veritable prison for the promethean heart?
Empty hopes shackled by faithless nooses
A mercurial mind conditioned by miasmic hues
This veil cannot be of beauty born
Fading with the faintest of winds
Of Knowledge they loudly speak
The rains of time quickly drown it
Where then is there any comfort
Living in the recesses of a shadow
If life is but a razors edge
Then death is but a withered arm
The vision of a darkened dream
Asleep to reality, awake to delusion
Sometimes, when my life is all black and blue
And my actions are food for thought
I whisper a plea, and forget about Me
By becoming a person I'm not
When you're not who you are, the world is flat
And the sky is dumped into the sea
Where everything's mine, but the rhythm of Time
'Til I'm forced to once more become Me
The sun hurts my eyes, and the trees are too tall
The words they speak feel like a slap
The pain is much stronger; it lasts so much longer
And I'm caught like a fly in a trap
Sometimes, when I whisper to rescue myself
I glance at the room down the hall
My worries are there, but I try not to care
Like the friend you
A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show
My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?
My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I lied
Welcome The LightI am cold and alone,
No relief in sight,
The ground is solid and grey,
I can't move try as I might.
The frozen cold seeps in
Taking its' hold,
Permeating frost through my veins,
My heart grows cold.
I feel this is the end,
I am resigned to my fate,
I close my eyes tight,
Hoping to sleep before it is too late.
But as I start to drift off,
I feel something strange,
The warmth and the glow,
Of something far away.
It begs of me to awaken,
To breath in once more,
To uproot my feet,
Like I have done before.
To take a deep breath
And breath in the sweetness
To look in wonder,
A relief from the dark vagueness.
So I open my eyes,
And welcome the
PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeat
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.
Writers Block.A blank canvas
A blank page
A burning desire
Followed by rage
A block from thought
A writers remorse
I should have taken
A writers coarse
A hint of pain
A taste of sorrow
A better tomorrow
A burning desire
A smooth motion
A skin lotion
A sarcastic notion
A vast ocean
And everything's going to be alright
Because I've found my muse
And I'll hold it tight.
I promise muse
I'll never let go
For I've missed you
More than you may ever know
Beneath the tree
The old man waits alone.
Lost of purpose, soon forgotten
He is a storybook--the legacy
Shushed by weary disinterest,
He sits long-defeated.
The legend is
This WayIf reading this you find yourself
I ask, how come to be you here?
No reason keeps you at my back
Yet constant are you creeping near.
Upon me with derision look,
A thought you won something from me,
How can you win what I have not?
No heed should you have paid to me.
But too late now to turn back time,
A name forever marked with crimes
I have not time now to recall,
You’ve yet to pay for foolish gall.
There’s something in the way you act
That tells me you are just the same
As countless more before you came
And left with odds against them stacked.
There’s little in your words put down
On paper or by keyboard pressed
You Can't Keep Us DownYou stole my smile away from me
Just like you have done with so many others
You drowned my hope in your sea
Filled with the tears of the others you've smothered
My will was gone when you came
My sanity stolen by a few spoken words
You thought that it would give you fame
And that logic is still absurd
You almost took away my life
But others came and gave it back
They took away the knife
And they helped me seal the cracks
You might think that I was weird
But some people like me because of that
I got your name cleared
And, yet, you still act like a little brat
Don't come to me and try to be my friend
I can never forgive you for my insanity
Once more into the fray...Once more into the fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...
Don't Hold Your BreathI’m still here,
I fight day after day.
Yes I’m still here,
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure I could give in,
Oh, I could just die.
But why would I give you that pleasure
When I can still reach the skyline
Bring me that sun,
Bring me the stars as well.
I’m never going to rest,
Until this worlds all gone to hel.
And even then.
Don’t hold your breath.
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The skies lark, pristine and golden
Stirring to life those fortunately unbroken
Hopefulness breeds, like a fiendish youth
Rife with a hunger so savage and uncouth
Nestled beneath your heavy elation
Solitude spawns its heavenly sensation
Tracing your walls with sinful desperation
You’re body churns, full on jubilation
She strides with certainty boiling within
Brandish a solace, which knows no twin
How she braves the crude, and callously bold
As a luminous wander, carving gallantly through the cold
Our own we hold
Trickling into clarity the less we fold
The Other RealmJune 14, 2013
I seem to cross the other realm a lot
and turn the knob between dividing doors.
Revealing what the mind has left to rot
and dwell beneath our epidermic pores.
A world of dreams that touch the deepest cores
allowing us to take the might of Gods.
To stop a bullet in religious wars
or be the first to shoot from metal rods.
To jump a cliff and then defy the odds
or fly away with powers of the birds.
To walk a city full of floating pods
predicting futures like a prophets words.
And all of this in dreams I never keep
inside a realm that opens when I sleep.
My subjective glass of wine.I recall a man I saw today
He told me how he loved to play
His six string every single day
And this wine tastes bitter.
I read about another man
Who today finished his ten year plan
He regaled the day it all began
My god this wine is bitter.
Many memories insist
Of list after unfinished list
I can't forget that they exist
Why is this wine so bitter?
Heavy upon me these thoughts weigh
So I grab my guitar and drift away
And lose myself as I just play
I admit this wine's not that bitter.
AutonomousShe asks me to tell her a story,
a quiet ignorance of the self,
the unaffected scratches
on her freshwater skin and
years she spent
searching for the dreams orbiting
her like forlorn moons;
love happens on the sharp
nights unbalanced with
a little too much of the things
you don’t understand. She never
liked her eyes, full and honest and an
unignorable admittance she was real.
But she never was a cheater,
she claims, no one
put a price on her; the things she gave
away cost too much like
doctored up, re-polished
silence. Sounds familiar.
Imagine a place where
no one has a nightmare. No one
has a voice, their lives are
RestlessI’ve been living in the same breathy dream
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
Springtime SwandiveI am not falling-- tumbling through
acrimonious stages of paranoia
meets depression meets all
those things I’ll never reach,
and it’s a quiet green thread that sews
these calloused palms to the gravitation
of your solidarity; dreams revolving
slowly around the circumference
of stranger stars, on their backs
sighing liquored lullabies and drifting
down to sleep.
there are few things in this life
which I know to be real when
I still cry out at night from the phantoms
tearing through my chest, but you are
the sun rising at 3 AM on a
sleepy Wednesday morning and the
last wish birthed on wanting lips and
the persistent anchor
Absolvedecho girl drops down so far,
(so dark) she swears it is heaven:
exodus, this final breath
strapped to the wings of fairies
and forced to fly away,
light like the gossamer sun
seeping in her skin and the
repetitive reshedding of her
meager lungs, exodus
the awakening and glorious release—
swan-dive into everything she ever wanted,
where the broken jaded looking glass
never shines right and the spiders
nest between her spine and he
still calls her beautiful and she
drops this faithlessness in exchange
for a quiet dawn.
Repetition and RegressionI wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to watch the world quake,
tremulous and shivering like my hands, ghastly promises hung limp;
I can’t hold it all in:
these pieces of me, uncontained, leaking like a shattered
bottle (oh, I was only ever a bottle of smiles
and sallow dreams)
I am witness to the dismantling of a dying night;
this process of unrecognization feels so
commonplace, now, like
the quiet writhing in an empty house left alone too long,
the papers shuffled and forgotten in place of better
words, and I think
this is it.
what calm destruction rests on the sigh
of accusation, toe to head, I swear
I never told a l
Skylight SongsI am not the dysfunctional light switch,
17 times a day on again off again but
I think sometimes I’m caught in the parallels of
my own distorted perception and I just see
a jagged world falling fast and
you are blue, the deep
cyan-scented thing of night I crave, blue.
beautiful bleeding blue who cries like
the breaking sky and sings like a summer night,
I am invisible, changing before your eyes.
nauseous regurgitation of every color
I’ve ever loved,
while these crystalline dreams tinted teal
cradle me to sleep
Firethe fire takes out all my fight
its blaze consumes the frozen night
and sets my blackened heart alight
it burns so bright, it burns so bright
the flames will partner with the breeze
until it swallows all it sees
it melts away the looming freeze
and no one flees, and no one flees
the crackling embers sing their song
as mass destruction joins along
the heat has never felt so wrong
all life is gone, all life is gone
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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