With wires under smoke
A piece of plated puzzles
Burns the lining of the throat
It's impossible in no ones eyes but mine.
I learned to whisper when I walk
And close my eyes to light
I grew to distance everything that I was taught.
There's a graceful way to dance
And a grateful way to die
But a misstep foils both together
I walk this world
By will of the gods.
I breathe and I fight because of them.
And yet they grow jealous
Not of my sword
Or the souls I've returned to them.
No, they envy my heart
For my love is fierce
My blood is pure
My time is short
And of these I am fully aware.
Just as they, I am no stranger to war
But unlike these spectators,
Who thrive on mortal pain,
I am no stranger to love and life.
The strings of my heart
Grow as patiently as the poppy
And when handled correctly
Inebriates all that it touches just as well.
So as it is I may walk,
I may breathe and I may fight
By will of the gods
But I live
I love and I die
Only by the will of my heart.
Yesterday's heat lingering
Long enough to kiss
Under blood lit plaster
Blanketing basic human needs
That outlast trivial pursuits
Where women with neon tans
Breathe life into serrated hearts
Darkness glows unwilling
Personified and illustrious
Beauty needs an animal to breathe
Everyone has a price
At least they're upfront
One hundred long
Cool peppermint so smooth
Powdered by flame
Stained brown repulsive
Until technicolor was never invented
Grayscale truths and waste
True as any lie
Growing in size
Breaking in strength
Until the veil remains
Tossed into the wind
One more song and dance
It's just so addictive
Neutral stretch marks
On old neutral flesh
Vascular and abridged
Vacant hunting grounds
Ancient ruins cornered
In drought and chill
Gentle to the eyes
Fluffy ornaments of withered whites
Knock it down already
A missing photograph
I'll never get you back
Whether we could both forget each other
Whether we could both forget the past
The distance under covers
A memory left to wonder
I don't want to hurt you anymore
I don't want to hurt you when you love her.
Small in retrospect
I burned you through the chest
Love can tell me all I did was waste you
Love can show me everything I left
Your happy ever after
Is breaking me apart
How could I hold a single tear?
Regret is such a strong word
I'd rather never say
But given everything I know now
I'd still be here.
A caustic lover
Carcinogenic by choice
Incendiary by nature
A flame the poet begs to burn with
An architect of destruction
Building bridges for demolition
Dust of brick and mortar
But what's so good about picking up the pieces:
One day hearing, "I love you, rotten."
I needed and wanted her.
I lusted, loved and received them both
from between her knees this night
but it was only sexual in style and tension.
It felt better than orgasms and nightly satisfaction
It was fulfillment of a much higher degree
and all we did was speak to each other.
She laid flat on the bed
her back covering its terrible floral print comforter
exposing our motel whereabouts.
The back of her knees hugged the edge loosely
heels swaying in an illusion of slow motion
rarely brushing my ribs.
My knees were turning red
on the ground as I rested my head
between her thighs, right cheek up
so my crooked smile would dig
into the terrible fabric audibly.
Her voice seemed to suck my breath
as I admired the mystery that was her skin.
I said, "You're not going anywhere..."
just to get a rise out of her literally.
Literally enough to see her eyes.
They were all I'd ever seen of her
and I wanted tonight to make no exceptions.
She asserted that, yes, indeed she was going places;
my intentional linguistic misstep.
It threw her off just long enough to get a passionate response
that if deprived of sound I would still understand it
just by the creases of her brow and lids.
But the fix I required was her realization
and attraction to my distraction that caused
her left brow to rise mirroring mine and caused
a stunning Armageddon to pulverize every cell and vessel
willing my surrender because its silence meant
I’d have her forever.
Hate can be so beautiful
if love can be disgusting
Maybe you'll difference me
and make a future to look past
while forked tongues thread
into tangles of memory synapses
where noises bane an empty mind
Gouge out my corduroy button eyes
I'll unravel your smile
and shake the sky
A small claim to the stories we told
Remember me forever
This is only real to an end
and we were never sorry
Her beauty was a soft pelt
The featherless peacock sings
"Get under me and watch, see me fly.
Feel my wings waft air down into you
cooling and lifting you.
If you want to live in my world
you'll never know a pillow"
The moon and peacock burned a hole in my pocket.
In the same vain as the morning sunshine creeks
I'm weak watching every light go bleek
and blink as if they were trying to speak to me.
But what would they say? Are lights as poetic
as we make them seem or dull as clodded dirt?
Flame mocking wisps
blend a fine edge
A poet's mental sidearm
Impurities in specks
teasing the rachis
Gradient and radiant
with a dark side
to mend a fine age
Lonely now kept company
by gradual must
paper and dried ink
The answer hush
The day that saved us
Makeup smeared eyes of my goodbye
Trading cruel cruel places
Broken lights shine on us
Dancing in tragedy
The ashes of ghosts
My pen still smells like you too
I'll show your body true love and real appreciation
Take my time and spell it out, no abbreviations
I'm the one that niggas always seem to put their hate in
When a girl's missin me more than the one she's datin
I'll kiss you everywhere, give you that love I'm makin
My number one fan, I'll be your number one patron
He looks real? He's fakin. A mirage in the dark
If he's a sight to see I'm an illusion to your heart
I'm never sittin on the bench, I forever start
I'm a wildfire baby, you can be my spark
I've got a lot to offer, in so many ways
and I cut like a barber, but I won't let you fade
Tranquility in a makeshift guillotine
This is the part where they scream.
No, I've severed their vocal chords
and reattached them to their assholes.
Lets have a bit of fun today
T.G.I. fucking friday.
Back to back to back
I made a triangle of
cruel and unusual.
I built myself a throne
and tossed it off a cliff