Friday, May 9, 2014

Free and quick 010

She stared 
at the ground
only the sound
of tears 
cooling down
and it

Free and Quick 009

time isn't money 
when she can't 
spend either
so she'd rather 
get by today 
than work for 
she'd rather believe 
in angels

Free and Quick 006

 she is sin                
and I am    
what more     
can be said

Free and Quick 007

 she was an abbreviation            
of pain                  
  short and sweet;     
always to the point

Free and Quick 008

She's in love 
with the sound of bones 
becoming dust 
and I can't get enough 
of her

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Diverged, My Words

She loved 
when my words 
were halting her breath 
and teasing her breadth

She feared 
when my words 
were marring my past 
and all that might pass

She cringed 
when my words 
were brilliant to her 
but not written to her

Free and Quick 005

She asked for the way 
to my heart; I told her 
not to worry, it's easy 
enough to find 
but impossible 
to ever leave. 

Friday, April 11, 2014

Waves of Art, of Grief

I've lost more than a few
of the nevers I folded
around her heaven. 
It's never my fault
but never a choice
and every bit of hurt
becomes glimpses that burn
and I fall asleep with wishes
against stars, I could 
damn near touch,
to leave this world dark
so I don't have to see
us beyond
this lack of grace. 

Free & Quick 004

She is every tense
last to present;
all of the senses
masked in tension
and I am hers,
late and senseless

A Breath of Fire, Awake but Tired

I remember when God existed
in vomited apologies
and mental prisons 
when I was buried dismal, barely visible 
and no one worried quite like you. 
I lied more times than I'd admit to 
and that's the dead fucking truth. I gave 
you countless red eyes 
and only shared a few 
but broken for us was the better of ways. You were the lake, eerie as ever, 
and I was a rock breaking your strides 
as you aimed for the shore. 

Inequities of the Selfish

we've monetized hate     
with righteous dollar bills
and still we offer      
dysfunction in the cause
to little weapons;
these are angels
born of promise
demons born of peace, 
holy proof     
of verisimilitude
in love, in faith

Hold Onto Your Light

where will you go       
when you no longer need me?        
   I'll be here, before your shadow
standing in the way                                 
     like a breath of fire      

Free and Quick 001

you've stained my lips
this night 
and there aren't enough ways
this night      
can fufill the promises 
we, as fools, desire       

Free and Quick 002

And there she stood 
waning in the April soot
lips absurdly idle
but the shore made sure 
she'd turn around

The SPD Chronicles V

It's here I lay in spite 
of whispers grinding 
down the back of my eyelids, 
hearing nothing- but my name;
nothing- all the same. 
And I am begging 
for cover under darkness 
from a light that proves 
I'm here again.