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And what made it for you? And what made of it, did you? The utter lot of blathering Was it simply a nonsensical symphony to you? Never once did you ever stop to tell me. You did not know the time signature Nor the key How was it then your harmony was written With every nod and shake Nodding right off the edge of the paper
Is it a sin to ponder the line Lingering along One’s faith Daring spirituality Comforting conspiracy What shame is there now to Wander on by When the wilds have already Overgrown and overturned. Is it not all from the Earth?
Didn’t your mother ever teach you
The right way to sweep your
Squirrel’s tail to grasp on the edge
Of fences to callus your wrists
To bludgeon your knees? It
Ought to be child’s play.
Laundry day! Wring out your dirty sheets— Is that it? All you dragged in And loathed and loathed All you? For that load. Why, why even waste all that Rigor then? Why, no castile Comes by easily these days.
Is it despicable That soft sour tang? Wrenching in the crevices After affirmed satisfaction Once when nothing else seemed To be oh so more important No. Even then I was a swallow And my nest: A hive
Without intention I find myself Threaded in between braids Bowed into knots And swung forth in the pendulum Knocking knocking Offset just enough That entropy feels like a lifetime
Will I ever remember
If I’ve gone here before
If every bridge
I’ve ever burned
Is built back in between
My own fatal ignorance
To never find a way to escape?
Is it harsh to be a proponent of Ambiguity yet, so partial to Hard, defined stops and Ends of ropes torched so that They won’t fray, or ever split Away again
The journey of a toy train Is more marvelous than I’ll ever know Further than any real train Could ever go Maybe those moments will Forever be shy Oh, but to be a toy train Chugging along tracks Constantly contorting onto new paths All especially made for me
How does a melody Lust for a rhythm And what was music Before that time
Rain can be so kind To hesitate to lay us down to The boiling of acidity At the bottom of a porcelain tub Flesh is made raw And we may sink away into An eternal fall
The stagehand dons themselves Dapper from tip to tongue Warm weather does not stop you From your sleeves been tightly wrung Stumbling through the darkness You set the stage grand In this dim auditorium There is no need for sunny days So long as curtains close On rolling thunder
Truth To be betrayal Eyes lingering too long On a stage rather than The lines forming across your face Even as hands were clasped tightly Bound to one another Did not form to hold our hearts Just as close together So as it began to slip through your fingers Clasped they were Around my neck
In humble possession The brush stroke Uneven in its spread Bristles bending unwillingly To unveil its secrets onto A canvas waiting Patiently to hold onto an eternal form Defined intimately for Infinity
The muttering at the back of your neck Whirring back like a roll of film Unraveling into the projector’s core Recoiling the prints of a mind split between Worlds and hazes Rest your head Softly
They roll out Unceasing Scattering out into atmosphere Clattering over the concrete Captured in the threads laid about you With my head down I recollect myself Once the tides recede Your net is full
When we first collided I turned a blind eye To the hot dust that began to mold me until We melded into one another into Another Until you swung out of orbit Our equilibrium Slow to bond yet swift to dissipate I remain crafted Wholly me
You roll yourself into bleached sheets In denial of what is yours to keep To yourself and not give up to Recent lovers Distant lovers Finding that all unresolved All insufficient to do any trespasser any good Except for the light left on
If we are to grow I hope I am to grow away from you And be the most of what growing things can do While being doused in sunshine And nurturing fertilizer With roots that tear through the ground With roots that fear to be bound But I for one no longer dream Of poppy seeds
Visibly I'll be vulnerable enough To parade and expose myself And be watched in a performance Just. Your gaze. It must not be Present in the engagement. Do not Seek me to know me. On the tip Of your tongue. On the border of your Sight.
Who would I be to claim the sun To be me who looks fondly to the sky With the sun held up high Lofted so that all can see That sun, you know, it was I who Cultivated it with my own hands And let the tips of my fingers singe and burn Yes, it was I who ought to desire to manifest At the center of this all To pull everyone close towards me But not enough so that they would burn I jeer, I jest Ah, but the sunshine, it knows me best
Who decides on the lucky draw Sprinkle coincidence on qualifications Drawn on what we have decided Looking up to those beyond me When the spirits call me forth To raise me up out of waters To place me back in gentle favor Back into the deep Out of a lucky draw
Your craters shudder to the changing of constellations Shrug off when those bitter platelets cling They've never done you any good But it was romance when they tried wasn't it? Wasn't worth all the stars falling out of the sky? Being pulled by those starving tides Down into the darkest depths of their hunger I hope every one of them bloomed with rage They're cracklings down there Waiting to be harvested back into the heights they once knew Would you ever do the honors of blowing life into the dust? Or wallow in the glory of being what could have been?
Scritches through the narrow marrow of your bones Free flesh for the hell bent, have your sweet supper tonight Have you chided yourself for batting it away Flickering your third eye Hey ancient thing, were you born yesterday? Did you hear what the last ones had to say?
Can love be put on trial? Arrange the hymn for judgement day Take nectar and a steward’s sacrifice Enough to feast into the serpents fears Scatter the ashes with your wings Dedicated for lossless rapture Out of a sinners reach
And on the cloudy days I would tear apart the sky’s cotton candy And unveil to you vice and void Plucking stars to make Your every wish come true All that overwhelming chaos To be reoriented And refined
I tear through each volume and Through the pages I Search for your words To complete my citations I Close my eyes and try to visualize that Memory of your hand moving that Highlighter across the lines
The interruption distorts your balance As you crouch unable to hold your Own weight even while on Your frozen pedestal each granule scatters Under the torrents of time flow Grains of sand
There goes that high pitched echo My body reels inwards Struggling to contain: A siren’s song? Does it come from within Or beyond the doors? Am I released from knowing myself?
I cannot blink My eyes are dry from the nights I stay up Listlessly Unable to accomplish anything unable to move On I am always sleep walking through the Day I cannot think
Behavior can be aggressive Aggressive like hitting delete on your messages Of conversations I will not carry on with you I’ll be on my way
Behavior can be passive Passive like walking in the opposite direction In a hallway I need to get through Because you are blocking my way
You are again Imprinted Captured fractals carried into the night A grand ball for past lovers The chandelier hangs A myriad of refractions Getting caught in the spider’s web An invitation to feast and fester Till daybreak
Inside there is a garden Blooming with a feelings for someone Else. Yes. There has been a Garden planted inside of them. It is Watered regardless of the Rain might come down, happily or Sadly. These are not their flowers to Grow, they are merely the soil, the sun, the Sky. A terrarium case claimed by someone Who spilled their wildflowers into a Innocent and foolish child.
Gentle hands they are not Slender and nimble They are worn and wrinkled Too small to be held tight Too small to hold up against a fight Tracing lifeline of their palms What life this heart has lived How many times has it grasped for Something out of reach?
My heart was bloated until it exploded And each tear and strain pulled me towards Something new and strange Something enticing and dangerous Tearing and straining Ever the more Till I die with nothing left
Your lens makes me shutter On the other side And behind prisms I would hide Until the camera licks To the edge of the photograph
Loved the things you used to say I wish you’d say them to me now But my record keeps skipping on the part That you decided I wasn’t enough I can’t do anything more Than to store your vinyl in the back of the room
Unable to forget about friends whose Voices haunt your bedside and your Will begins to dwindle remembering That the kindest things you’ve heard Will never be said again by the Kindest people you ever knew Until it’s Four AM and you’re still Trying to remember Just who those friends Were
Appraise ourselves For what are we worth? “Nothing and Everything” And I? I am not for sale.
Search for dead faces and dead names In a sea of those with the same Sweet faces and sweet names Rewrite the memories slightly differently Cling on to what you remember Rewrite these faces and these names Search for your own dead body one day
Perhaps if I stopped chasing strangers Perhaps if I stopped trying to discover Something beyond myself and instead Stopped to discover something Within myself Then perhaps Then perhaps I would finally meet.
A gift not meant for you
But a gift happily given
Allow others to distribute
Their treasures however they like
Our right to take a gift?
To steal a heart or a kiss?
Our right may decide
Never to give again
Love as a flower ever blooming
It still leaves a heart ever beating
Waning wanting
Wanting waning
Love as a flower ever blooming
Has all its scars forsaken
Love them and let them go In everything you do let them know That there is a love made for them A place for them to come home If they would just let it be so
Footsteps followed by a
call
For a name that defined someone
You couldn’t really grasp in your mind
Someone you knew you knew
Someone you thought you thought
You heard
Footsteps followed by a
call
A call that never receives a
response
Perhaps you got the number wrong...
Loneliness isn’t real considering We are never alone! There is always someone else Far out beyond! I wonder who they are and If they know
Assumptions so bold to declare one’s own
Tricks...
and...
l i e s
Laying right in front of them to be
Beheld and taken for all its face has to offer
Yet even in those midsts all that is done
Is to wander….
Wander... o v e r
Everything else so clearly hid
Among other things we insist
Don’t exist
There is a sound that seems to
Never leave me
Even if I cover my ears
Or close my eyes or try to
Desensitize and hide all
That I know this
This echoing voice
my >piercing< mind
Comforts me in the worst times
Was last night’s love just from the
Story I read before bed on that
Sleepless night where I
drowned.
Myself in words until I could no longer
Understand.
Last night’s love, was it cliche?
Was it revolutionary?
I can’t quite recall.
Are we still in love today?
Let the knight swear off the blade
For this is how he was made
Thin is his consciousness
Thick is his anxiousness
Bring him to the cleric's hands
Bind him to the laws of the land
May he find humanity again
The greatest hero | His own villain
We desire to place the weapon
That took the life of someone so
Dearly held in our hearts
Right back into
our own hearts
Only to find we cannot die for them
The elephant hotel was full of
Things so extraordinary!
But you could never quite put
Your finger on because
You could never ignore the elephant
In every room that seemed to change
By the day
A dull blade makes shallow marks
As if pure force can sharpen its blade
Marks are made
To be remembered
Good marks to show you’ve learned
Emotional phrasing replacing
fact. This was
what it was to
learn to love
There can be many complex things
About love that we try to simplify
But isn’t there an equation for
An emotion other than
A chemical reaction?
And if love is so scientific maybe
It really isn’t meant for all of us
I’m not particular to such inquiry...
To hold their hand is more intimate than Holding their body to yours in a Quick second The warm that could surround you Centered on one placement can bring Fleeting happiness Centered on one placement of The lack of intimacy in a Moment.
Words spilling out like gold and
Silver. Riches that could not have been
Kept in the heart. A heart that burned
And bound itself too tightly
Together creating a warmth that
Seemed to come from an old
Wound. We have to insist to ourselves
That we aren’t making the same
Mistakes and that we are learning
And making change.
At this time of night We would put away our books And become adventurers Of worlds we have never seen Yet have seen time and time again Because of all the things we compile We can never perceive infinity Tonight our ship has been set to sail But I will not travel to lands always seen There will be no time in space again
I kept the words that held our
Hatred and understanding between
Gritted teeth thinking that
Someday things would change and
I would try to show you what
I had to hide for so long
There were a lot of things
You have told me not to do
Who do you see
When you look into the
mirror | mirror
Is it not you But Once?
But Twice.
Salt | Pepper
Meant to used to be used alike yet
Not every palate needs us equally