Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Eater and the Haunted



I lift her to the sky to let her fall
as blistered, beaten pasts become undone.
I make a million moments worth her awe
and I know how to make her makeup run.

I kiss her slow and melt her in my hand
while whispers glow in pauses of the sun.
I solve with sweat the passions left unplanned
and I know how to make her makeup run.

I belt a ballad smeared by bitter ryes
of every sorrow lacked in sin and fun.
My demons make a mess beneath her eyes
and I know how to make her makeup run.

So this will end less definite than death
as endless love for all we can't forget.

Miss Use



What would the plan be
If I hadn't said a word
and where would your hands be
If I hadn't said the words
I've got you stuck in my stare
And baby if you dance I dare

You to go, run out
And splurge your impulsions
It's something I heard was true
It's something I never knew
Gave you the courage to do what you want to.
It's something I made you do
It's something I'd never do

With weapons
Made for gunning down
A helpless crowd
Of boys will be boys
You kept on killing the floor
Until you made sure

That you'd hit the road
And splurge your impulsions
It's something I heard was true
It's something I heard you
Said fuck this, fuck that
And fuck all of you too
It's something I made you do
But I know you forgot to
Really make it real and purge your emotions
It's something you couldn't do
It's something you knew
Made a mess of the best years
You'd ever been through
And in the process I knew
You were my favorite misuse.

Por Caroline



I sit in wait
in the darkest corners
of the smallest bars
and lay in waste
in the darkest corners
of the largest hearts.

Ambidetriments



When the war
between light and dark
finally ends,
I cannot win.
For if the darkness
conquers my light,
I'm dark forever;
a shadow of myself.
If light conquers my dark
then all will see
the faces of my demons.
In either case
I'm human.

Branded



Wasn't I the lucky one to live
Couldn't I have loved you more than this
But if I did love you I'd be dead
My innocence is something to be said
And in a sense it's something to be read
But isn't this a foolish wish
Full of risk for fluid hips
and fluent lips of a fool at wits
with his own fucked up foolishness?
I guess I'd say for you it is.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

For Less in Time



I find no plight in death or vagrancy
For less in time these demons face in me
I find no waste in worry laden lips
For less in time they speak beyond their breaths
I find no point in understanding life
For less in time we over stand our height
I find no peace in plucking dreams from clouds
For less in time we hear them cry aloud
I find no pain in our blot and mixture
For less in time does good begin with pure
I find no weight in holy hands or gods
For less in time they level out the odds 
I find no gift in loving as I do
For less in time I find my wishes true

Man of Glass



All of my heroes 
are metric myths;
handles, 
personals, 
shots and fifths. 

In Wake



She wonders
where we got these scars.
The truth is they are all we are. 
They're carved from the courage 
of laying under stars
and even more-
from loving during war. 

The Infidel II



She spoke of God 
In foreign tongues
And wept a little
When I wouldn't believe. 
I told her my faith
My heart, my hands
Cannot belong to phantoms
But they'd remain hers 
If she asked for them. 

Bound in Bales of Hell



As she held me in pieces, 
flayed in her hand, she wept 
responsibly and once again 
the sorrow strangled me. 
So I whispered in tune 
between pain and amnesty: 
I've always been broken, 
more broken than bruised. 

To Own the Moon and Serve it Too



We were the hungriest of thieves
running through streetlight 
coated sand, chasing fire
like we'd never been burned 
before; hoping like children do, 
that selfish wishes 
might come true. 

The Infidel I



His heart was fast and shallow 
like the edge of a waterfall. 
That much she knew 
but on this edge she dreamt; 
from this edge she fell. 

Shadows and Pride



Each moment's a beach
Mistakes are the sand
The lake is the desert
Still taunting our hands
Each day soon divides
As nights multiply
This distance between 
Our shadows and pride

Alto Concession



Reckless and underwhelmed
By heroes and weathered bells
Sleepless and darker still
My angels have all died
and gone to much better hells

To Conflict Against Her Wishes



This is one walk in the right direction
Letting go of hopeless detention
I might love you in the next dimension
But my heart is just a bad invention

Western Winds are Better Friends



We were delicate 
So much so we broke a home
Excuses and broken bones
This future's been foretold
We're too delicate
So much so that we're alone
Irreverent and overgrown
With beautifully sorrowed moans
For the rest of the world. 
 



The Digression of Heaven

 

This joint of calming silence 
allows us to revolve 
each other's wishes 
around our distance. 
But with minor movement 
and unfocused gestures 
I still found time to say-
I will always love you 
in the worst of ways. 

The Progression of Heaven



This salted air conjoins us 
with destructive memories
that paralyze our darkest views
of sex and pedigree. 
But with stumbled breaths 
and mirrored pain
I still found time to say-
I can only love you
in the worst of ways. 

Nadirah



As she walks with love 
thrown across her back 
I hate to see her all alone 
like that. If anyone could change 
how she believes- I can. 
Can she see the sky fall 
ill in her name? 
I can feel the holes faith drilled. 
I can hate just like she will. 
I can die alone on Friday nights
but I can't seem to stand still 
within her sight. 

Nostra Contra

 

I can only remember 
your face 
like its reflection 
off oil. Bent 
and breaking in waves 
of failed perdition. 

The Hellion



I was far too selfish
to ever leave you. 
I lived to make 
the rest of your life lonely. 
But I was far too selfish
to ever leave you alone
so I tortured your will
to suffer for my love. 
And I was far too selfish
to ever leave. 
I needed an audience
to weep and applaud
at my infernal forever. 

Oceans in a Bottle



I rest my head on empty bottles 
in an attempt to bury 
all of the burdens 
of an emotional king; 
in hopes to syphon my mind dry just once a night. But it never works 
and I come to understand 
that the bottles were never really empty, 
they just aren't large enough; 
there simply aren't enough 
to contain the daily sorrow 
I swallow for you. 

Romance in Reprise



We looked each other in the eyes
And knowing we both had to die
We kissed in such a desperate way
That seemed to whisper: Not today. 

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Self Indulgence with a Knife



We were witnesses
to our violence
and instrumental problems.
Subservient
to potent mixtures
of fantasy, perception
and egocentric capacities.
We called this
the excitement of love.

The Glory on Her Face



She said,
this is what it takes
to love me.
And so I hanged myself
immediately
off around her neck
so she could watch
and I could see

Blanco



She kisses me
dry and weak.
A functionless mess
of fire and famine.
She will never be my morning
regret but instead a wake
to the love I learned
the night before.

A Note From Her Underground



She rarely finished a book
but she was never a quitter.
She just couldn't stand
to see her story end
exactly the same everyday,
with her breaking mirrors
for every forgotten promise
and holding daily naps at noon
in a double wide grave of tears
and rusted bottle caps.

Within



A monstrous vengeance
pitiless- alone- superior.
I am always oppressed
by this strange man
fierce and brutal; at toil
with the inside of my skin.

Simplicity in Simplicity



Our passions are not alike.
They move in different orbits.
This we cannot change
and never need to
because our differences
are compliments
and we both love the same.

Waves and Breakers



Everything we did
every night we embarrassed
ourselves every time
we swore on love
every time we were just
too selfish to fall for sleep;
It all still rings
through our eternities
like rain on the lake.

The Aleatory Wolf in Us V



In the last days
of our miserable existence
we remained alive
like involuntary predators
praying for famine and rapture.

The Aleatory Wolf in Us IV



For you I'd disappear
on a trail of gods
just to make sure they watched
what we were capable of.
And just like you I'd piss
on a trail of gods
just to make sure they could taste
what we are capable of.

The Aleatory Wolf in Us III



Interested ears
outlined against
sharp lights
and white pitiful sleep.
We were faint buds
in a bright world without air.

The Aleatory Wolf in Us II



We never cared
for the living
and so we always
killed again,
constantly weak
upon cruel ground
and inhospitable affection.

The Aleatory Wolf in Us I



I sought after familiar sounds,
a warning snarl
and respectful legs
huddled between bundles
of long and successful eyes.
I waited anxiously,
lurking in her progeny.

The Aleatory Prelude in Us



We were the same.
She had demons like mine,
ugly and persistent
pushing their way through
our lives in a ball
of loathsome singularity.
But we were different
in that she fought to destroy hers
before they could destroy her
and failed forever.
I aligned myself within their grips
to understand them
and live forever
as far from grace as possible.

Six Two Seven



To think of hate
in place of absent thought
is a gross fault on your part.
I have no capacity
for wasted energy.
You are not my past
but you are still mine.
You are my coward
and I will always consider you
as such.

Some Hank, Some Ketch



We all start at the bottom
but some us just belong there,
to soak in our shame.
Some of us feel more at home
the closer our hearts are
to the ground. But most
are as such for fear of the drop.
I, for one,
welcome the gallows.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Delicate



This girl's been crushed by phases
and phrases lopsidedly sacred.
She lived on faith, sleepwalking away
from the only thing she ever wanted
because it was just too hard to fight
for a place in his heart
and she was just too dead to care.

A Little More Skin



I kind of like the way you beg
for me and my eyes.
It makes me feel special to be
the only thing you would ever
devour your pride for.

An Overcast of Dirt and Deceit



I threatened her shade
to respect me,
my time of day.
But she shrugged me off
like sun on the back
of dead furs
sunken into miles of tears.
Tears from hell,
frozen and stolen.

Reposado



My heart is broken
and I'm to blame
for teaching her
how to break it
so well.

Broken Still I Broke Her



Her body was held up
by magic bones
as needed to keep her
from falling apart.

Her lips were held tight
by tragic tones
as needed to keep her
from confessing.

Her eyes were held closed
by damaged clones
as needed to keep her
from seeing the truth

Her heart was held in
by bandaged stones
as needed to keep her
from falling for me
again.

Wishes and Regrets Cannot Coexist



I was wrong if you listen.
I should be less than lonely
and you should simply
have never known me
but this type of love only
happens once.

Last Minute Brought to Life



If everything has died
then why do I
see your eyes
and if everything was tried
then why do you
find the time
to give it light
every night
alone.

Selfish Animals



We see the door
but we never look back.
We see the war
but weapons we lack.
We see the floor
but creep through the cracks.
We see the more
but just take it back.

I Hear Your Heart Around Me



You can cover the clocks
but they'll always talk
you out of letting this one go.
If you could just surrender
once, then you might fall
into a different bottomless pit
of happiness.

Wander in Rhythm



The lowest point of you
is in my tissue
and the lowest point of view
is when I miss you
but I'll be damned
or dead
to let you fray
over the heavens we made.

Four Eyes with a Streetlight Glow



We understood
the way it worked
but we still dreamt
puddles to be ponds
to be lakes to be oceans.
We understood
what we had. We understood
what it should have been.

Miss February



It was the restlessness
that kept us intact.
And it was
the uncertainty
and the fear
and we needed
every page of it
to live.

In Cold Air and Long Pauses



I promised to keep you
from the wreckage
of myself before I
let you become my breath
and I became
the hills of mayhem
you so vibrantly
fell on.

Friday, April 26, 2013

I'd Rather be a Cannibal, Baby



You could be so happy
If I disappeared
But we both know
how impossible it is to forget
what we have loved. It's that
single most recent moment
that jumps in the loop
to betray the feelings
we want to have; to betray
the feelings we shouldn't have
stopped feeling in the first place.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Esoteric Nature of Heartache



I am not a flower.
I grew in the dark
Like a forgotten fungus
Bending to please you.
I am not a tree.
I grew in glass bottles
Like a malignant mold
Spreading to reach you.
I am not a star
I grew with implosions
Like dark matter
Surrounding to hold you.
But I am not a monster
I grew within love
Like a moment of silence
Waiting to hear you.

A Drop and a Storm



Whiskey had the best of me
When I had the best of you
And I deserved to fall,
face in the dirt,
When you reserved
a place far from hurt;
A place far from me.

On a Rope of Questions



If the world
didn't rotate so fast
and I didn't
waste so much time,
I would have listened.
I would have saved you
from going so far
to escape all of your wounds;
to escape from yourself.
But you became a tragedy
I wanted to see
walk back home.

The Makeshift Masquerade III



And I still see
that moonlit face
that left us out of place
and left us out of space
to move on.
I still live
inside that day
so I can find my way
but I can't find my strength
to move on.

The Makeshift Masquerade II



Your tongue's only sadness
is lonely for practice.
A model for magic;
An unholy pageant.
My taste must be drunken
and stuck in forever
the way that you've sunk
into me.

The Makeshift Masquerade I



My hands are just
lonely bastards,
icons of rapture
and thoughts
moving backwards.
Your air is still
on the dresser
addressing my pleasure
and waiting to tether
to me.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Night Lights



Everyday with you brings me
closer to standing on my feet
again. And even though
we are not so perfect,
we are perfect in the dark.
And even though
we always feel worthless,
we're just worthless
apart.

Stuck



I own more sorrow than fortune;
A luxury I'd die without.
If I cared long enough
to show you
where the earth begins and ends
then I might just fix
the rips in your chest.
But I'm convinced
that if I fix you, I'll lose you
and you'll lose everything
that made you
so special to me.
So we're stuck
in this purgatory;
a Bermuda love triangle.

Scars and Gripes



What gave us the right
to say more than goodbye
I loved you so wrong
that I loved most the way
you walked out alive.
You walked out
with just a scratch on your eyes.
And I fell to nothing,
to the nothing I always was
before you. And now
you're so broken,
you see me everyday,
the scar of your eyes.

The Fall of Solitude



Love taught me everything I know
but love never taught me
how to be alone. I gave you
nothing but the pieces
and you found them a place.
You carried me when I collapsed.
I saw the truth behind the weight;
my sins reflected off your face.
My words refracted, black in taste.
And you held your smile
through each gruesome mile
of trial and terror.
The pain of my weather.
The rain in my errors
and you made sure you never
loved me more than today.

Truth for Lack of Excuses



Alone we meant enough
to be together
but together
we meant nothing
to the world.
So I surrendered
to the dirt
under her nails
and passed through into
her beautiful side.

Monday, April 22, 2013

No Time for Mortal Love III



She began talking with weight;
her tongue heavy
as the burdens she tried to hold
off of me for a few hours. In a gift
of irony she talked
about burdens of love
like they meant nothing to her.
Burdens lubricated
by Irish rye and violent pride.
Burdens personified in me
like I meant everything to her.

No Time for Mortal Love II



She smiled, smoldered and asked
for a few of my vices. I told her,
by tomorrow she might be one.
She asked for a demon;
I gave her a congregation
of woes and smoky devils
pirouetting out of bottles
like horny bourbon genies.
In this moment
we were vulnerable
to a staggering degree.

No Time for Mortal Love I



A woman once told me
she loved the passion in my pen.
"The way emotions are drawn
so real, so vulnerable."
She asked me what she needed
to write like me. I told her
she didn't want to write like me
and if she did, she would need
more vices than hair to pull out,
more demons than hell itself
and more regrets than breaths left.
I told her to become real,
become vulnerable.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Soigné


Leaves don't dance for us
They don't dance at all
They get slammed and trashed
And ashed and forgotten
Like us by the world
The trees don't sing
We don't get butterflies
Our hearts don't melt
and we
don't
fall
We just love
As simple creatures must
To survive.

وقالت انها يطارد أيامي وقواعد ليال بلدي



Out of loving
someone like you,
I only ever learned
how to decay.

Fishscale



I didn't tell her what to say
but somehow she knew
what words were worth
their weight in whispers.
She said, even though
we don't always touch,
see or speak to each other.
This is love in its purest
form; uncut.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Wedding Bells



There are only a few good men
left in this world
and they all come in bottles.
Men that are better than me.
Men that are just like me
when we bring out the devils
from everyone's mouths.

Momentarily Misused



It was the subtleties
that brought her sweat to me.
The graze of fabrics
that brought flashed memories
in a storm of simple
questions. Yes's and no's growing
warm, heavy and impatient.
She called it
some type of love.

Back and Forth



As much
as you want to,
the truth
doesn't budge,
you can't
learn to love
the filthy fuck
in me.

Unperson


Make no mistake
There are no missteps
In my tongue
I've killed you
Like I've loved
In 1984

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Like a Dream



Tonight I make a toast to every girl
Except for one who taught me how to feel
For her I'll write an ode to show the world
That like a dream , she was but wasn't real

Between the ugly colors of our pasts
I found her in my emptiness of mind
Below a mountain range of men and trash
But like a dream, though buried still she shined.

I loved her after love became a ghost
She loved the pressured strokes behind my pen
Of everything she was I loved the most
That like a dream, I couldn't know her end

Then I awoke to who I really am
A man of demons, vices, pain and sin;
A man so undeserving of her hand
And like a dream the terror would begin

I built her up on speed and evil charm
I left her on a night of genesis
I lied and lied beneath satanic arms
Then like a dream, her eyes dissolved to mist

So weightless under every cry she veiled
Perturbed and broken down while ash remained
Devoured by a pulse that seemed to fail
So like a dream her tears evolved to rain

Alone and carried home in filthy clothes
Like every bit of poison on my skin.
I let her go, hellbent to save her soul
She's like a dream I'll never have again.

Eunuch


Downward
where frustrated tears
slip beneath noise
like hooves on sand.
Stragglers,
half-gentry spies
swimming through dunes
of relief and panic.

Late Rising



A copper sky
mounted on endless
intention
before warm space
retaining little waves
of loam and tumult.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

A Midnight Affair Pt. I



My furthest slurred proposal
created convention in chaos
that she could only love. A firefight
of impossibilities fashioned
by vacant troubled bottles
in awkward poses under the sun.
This was all but whimsical and left
scars on both of us; scars
that cringe and chime aloud
to each other when
demons are present.

Wine Behind Her Eyes



Like an arras
of precarious ballads
written in fending
forgiveness
her dark eyes
are not forgotten but found
in calm-blooded wit
and coarse existence;
such enormous visions.

Verisimilitude



Prayers are selfish lies
Lined in pathetic
Slitherings
Heard by no one

The Ambivalence of Genesis



I blame you
For all of the pain
That evaporated
And all of the rain
That emancipated
The desert that was
My heart.

Sunday Mass



Far inside the demands of faith,
my curiosity played havoc
pouring out grins
and interrogating
a purple sky hell
slaked in warm sand.
In belief, I am not lambent,
gowned in ill-shaded graves
briefly scraped
by warlike polish.

Monday, April 15, 2013

The Desert We've Become



The was a time when I thought.
I thought about you.
I thought I was past loving
Shadows in their prime.
But shadows of that time
Seemed to have more
Shade. More cool air
To keep us from drying out
Dying out of our future.
So I can't help but love
Your shadow; I can't help
But never love you again.

The Ambivalence of Sorrow



Whiskey
Stains on wood,
Lovely.
Liar's
Stains on me,
Lovely.
Violent
Stains are good,
Lovely.
Every
Stain is me,
Lovely.

3am Tomorrow



I rest on flat lines
Flatlined to a degree
A degree of fervid danger
Dangerously in charge.
Charging my intuition
Into piles of fury
Furious at nothing.
Nothing ever sleeps.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Bourbon Burdens



Dispatch enamored charcoals
that uproot sentiments
as red as the worst of my habits.
Let me forget singular
matters of love that relish
in hard instances of penances;
those I find pleasure in.
Tonight we adjure the secrets
of darkness and grace.

Glass Bottom Blues



Stars fall out astir
in their own departure
and procrastination,
waiting to achieve
cold black radiance.

Mon Coup



My weaknesses rest
in her devil dealing hips
and her saintly manic lips.
She is my greatest
accomplishment.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Rye Eyed Night



I cling to sheets
soiled by selfishness
covering a bed of ash
from bridges
and angels
and planets
incinerated.
My tears pull plaster greys
to my neck like the rain
pulls worms from the dirt
and I greet them both
with Tennessee Honey.

Dusty Pub Stalls



A strange assembly
of tongues sang across
flames like weapons;
set alive on the shores
of scandalized air
in a wild lilt
of cocaine beheadings.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

One Story Above Main Street


Subtleties miss, offering freedom to nightly needs.
She sees the opportunity of revolution,
setting zippers off like shooting stars.
She looks to me for help in undressing
the regime of bottles that follows our emptiness.
Flipped collars and slipped tongues;
stubborn actions pinned against each other, still.
She dropped her palms with brilliance into mine
negotiating imminent attack to succor the faith
neither one of us ever seemed to feel in such chemistry.

Crusade 22



No lack of lazy pleasure
cowled and tossed
into sharp grimace.
Veiled in alleluias;
a bladed gem
of imitation. Air darkens
to hollow great fires
but the undertones swell
no matter the weather.

From the Heart of an Outlaw



Weeks proved
time has creatures
whose tones force
desperate hope
with tuneless stridency
into the souls below it.
Such deities
are darker than I.

Love in Salem



Steam wove through
the burgeoning loss of tone.
Teasing beneath the claws
of this vicious place.
Completely detached
from lustrously piquant depths
cloaked in stiffened shoulders
and kneeling women.

Majesty and Mayhem



I loathe me
marvelously on months
in the cold passage of her eyes
and even in happiness,
an apprehensive bite
has been mulled from paradise.
Yet, I still wage
for unspoiled hours.

Manic Impressive



She hugs me like she loves me
But she fell alone one night
And ever since I broke her heart
She's formed a fear of heights

Opulence Deterred



My limitations are wrong
certainly in trouble. Broken
into by reason and touch.
I only have hurt, hugs
and one angel left.
Still there is joy
in little triumph.

Aucune Foi



By letter, her moments
harbor a convent
of vociferous esteem.
Unromantic scenes
of reference and empty woods
faltering terribly
under rushed lights snuffed
by far spaced woe her own.
Scenes that hold her
under the magnificent weight
of her own breath.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

In a Foyer to Filth and Rapture




Melodies of the impossible
as suns turn guns loose
on the appeals and worries
seen in grievers of the deesis.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Misfits on the Rocks III



The weakness in me
managed to survive behind her
on grey streets
under the vagaries
of perverted night clouds;
voyeurs that reveal my limits
for despair and god.

Misfits on the Rocks II


Her goodbyes bare nuances
of melodious mediocrity
for which I carry blame
but if she'd close her eyes,
she'd see the power
of her presence within me.

Misfits on the Rocks I



We share our poison
like an Irish Romeo and Juliet.
Dying every night
on her bedroom floor;
dying every night
with caramel and licorice stains.

A Tongue of Devilish Chemistry



I'm scheming on the sly
Dreaming that I'm alive
Sipping tequila ether
With demons on either side
It's crazy for me to see them
Crazier to believe them
Basically I'm insane
Since I'm wasting away to beat them
I hate this and that's an issue
The basics of where it issued
Itself to me in a flurry
Of broken worries and tissues
Dismissal is just a visceral
Sentinel sent to sentence you
Into abysmal visuals
Minimalistic rituals
Simply in truth you pick and choose
The battles that you win and lose
Which then resumes
Impossible problems in my peripherals
Of mystery and wizardry
A symphony of misery
Formed between my history
And injuries from liberty
Without victory
Delivering a whiskey sipper's dream
Of simpler things
And killing demons with devilish chemistry

Unequivocal Favorites



I never met a perfect woman
Just fucked up ones
I couldn't help
But fall in love with

Hell in Me I



I folded
Buckled in a belt of hate
Failed to fall asleep
And focused on a foreign fate
It was the hell in me
That kept you around
It's just the hell in me
That keeps you around.

Missed Sobriety



Don't sweat,
pull your hair
quite yet.
Just sit there
for now
and tingle

A Duet of Selfish Destruction



Even though we smiled
And waved away
tension,
our shadows didn't.
They stood together
staring and throwing
shade on fire
onto the furniture.

Shameless Movement



We skip along like warped vinyl;
We are hot; newly found
and challenging God
in reference to forget a lifetime.
Forget the boasts of pillars
and subtle, modern pleasures;
great jewels of yesterday.
Never in our way.

Monster Mash



I feel at home
For more than moments
Now. It's the only heaven
I could find and coincidence
Would let her demons love mine.
Hers are shadowy lines
And mine are the filling dark.
They get along and wrest
Our hearts. Without them
On either side
Neither of us
Would be quite alive.

Paid in Stones



Please, don't feel guilty
about taking the place away
from confusing love.
We fall at a cost.
A cost paid in stones.

Under the Bar



I'd break myself
if you ever hit the ground
I'd waste away to bitter days
that I have grown
sorely accustomed to
And sail away
from every isle made of you.
You paid my dues,
and decayed into the memory
of an eggshell dancer
waiting for the sun

My Love



You mean more
Than the words I die for
The hurt I lie for
And the troubles that I horde
What's mine is yours

...Of Perfection



Together we build
In beauteous shades
Destroying the wealth
Of love to be made
For one single moment...

Of Broken Waves and Hollow Ground


I was told by an old friend
To keep my heart open
For one night that she might swing by
Once all the smoke thins
And we're both alone, then
We'll find all we need to get by
But if one is taken
The other won't break in
She said she would wait for her time
So surely she waited
Each minute she hated
Not painless, I waded her eyes
I loved her, she loved me
Together was something
We'd just never have time to find
I told her forever
Could not last forever
Forever's a figment of time

Friday, March 29, 2013

¡Amor Vida!




I sleep in gasoline to catch a spark
And burst into the flames that sleep in me
I congregate with demons in the dark
To better understand insanity

She trips through silent movie era plots
With strengths that full oppose her fragile face
She loves in black and white and cold and hot
To make her love a legend to replace

Together we're too broken to divide
And vehement to care for bitter tastes
Together we are shadows, bound and tied
So there may never be a light to waste

It's more than building castles in our eyes
Together we're forever; forever we're alive

Time




We walked on dampened sand
Time is a curse of man
I kissed your velvet hand
Time is a curse of man
That only shows itself when it's damned
We broke the face, destroyed the hands
And so we changed the plans
Time is a curse of man

Behind the brink of light
Time is a cursive flight
Beyond our drunken sight
Time is a cursive flight
With far too much finesse for lies
Calligraphy as death's disguise
And yet we still won the night
Time is a cursive flight

With no tomorrows to hold us down
Time is a vacant sound
Back and forth we twist around
Time is a vacant sound
One that we have never found
Just a prison we can live without
So if tomorrow never comes to town
We've got nothing here to cry about
Time is a vacant sound

Decibels Per Minute




We kissed where bullets meet
On a broken little street
Under a structured sky
Nine stories burned alive
Shards of grace and flare
Dancing down her hair
Reflecting my demise
As it passed behind her eyes
Just another way to fly
Just another day alive

Paid Dews




In journey and in common ground
Watch us, both alive.
Our love resembles fury
A fire in the sky
In difference and division
Watch us multiply
Our love resembles distance
A mile to a fly
In hours and forevers
Watch us both discern
Our loves resembles nothing
A camouflage we've earned

No Less Passionate




Maybe we don't love right
Because we don't fight
Or we see peace is love
And only lead our own light
Whatever you want to call it
We have it and love it

Decypher




I'm schemin on the sly
Dreamin that I'm alive
Sippin tequila ether
With demons on either side
It's crazy for me to see em
Crazier to believe em
Basically I'm insane
Since I'm wasting away
To beat em
I hate me and that's an issue
The basics of where it issued
Itself to me in a flurry
Of broken worries and tissues
Dismissal is just a visceral
Sentinel sent to sentence you
Into abysmal visuals
Which then ensues
You pick and choose
The battles that you win and lose
But surely I've never won
They follow me to the sun
Bother me till I'm done
And swallow me just for fun
They let me breathe and let me walk
Let me see but don't let me talk
Let me cringe until I bleed
And break my bones like dying stalks
Of misery and wizardry
A symphony of mystery
Formed between my history
And injuries from liberty
Without victory
That's it for me

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Dark Matter



Between ashes and bloodstains,
you were a dead mirror
hanging from an old shoestring.
Lifelessly mimicking
the lies of the lives you crave.
You didn't know better
but better knew you
and better was never
anywhere but tethered
to you forever. Still you searched
and settled on silver and bronze
until your blush
was of shame and envy
and you tried
to bury yourself in me
but I am just
dark matter.

Hardly Human



For you to follow
My emotions
Would require me
To have them
To begin with.
But I'm not human
Not at all
And I needed demons
And I needed ghosts
And I needed a love
Triangle bent, upside down
With the devil on one end.
You wanted me
Without my sleights
And crimes against
Better men
But I was incapable
Of being more than your
Medicine.

Johnnie Walker Dead



It was a wish
made upon the falling scars
of what I would never remember;
upon the bastions of tears
angled in the dust of yesterday.
I hope someone brags about four bottles
that sat around me empty,
watching me burn out.
The red, blanco and opaque oranges.
Bitter painless sugar
still clouding the room.

Final Flurry



At the peak of existence
I was holding slurred
conversations
with an empty mattress,
empty bottle and
what you wish
was an empty gun.
But if I learned one thing
about you it was that
you needed fire
and the pirouetted exhale
of smoke from a barrel
would be the dragon
to spark your blood
into a lust of rage and faith.
My blood on the floor
and your blood in the air
would be the last snowfall
of this winter.

A Prologue to Winter Rain



I have a million words
I need to say to you
but I can't because
it wouldn't be fair
to make you fall
twice and never
catch you.

Thunder and Sane



I'm buried in your scent
Would you take me
With you if you went
Away for less than good?
I swear to god I would.

Separation Anxiety Disorder



Would the world live fine without you
It lives just fine without us
It'd live just fine without me

Collision



You hit me like an asteroid
Devastating every sense of safety
I'd built to keep my demons inside
Away from this world
Unleashing the horrors
Of loving a man like me.

Involuntary Flare



All of my lights
Are frenetic by nature
Ticking frantically
In a Tourette-like tango
With your ghost
Under every single one
And I get carried
Away by the only green eyes
I ever really needed.
I got carried away
And that's all
You ever really needed
To hear.

Bottled Up



I tried to hold your heart
Tried to call it home
But I only threw stones

Cadaverous Sincerity



I'd cry a few seconds
If I heard of your death
But I'd miss the funeral
And just... forget you.

Gold Hard Truth



Your heart is still broken
Broken by your fears
So there cannot be love inside.
It's a car with no engine;
A vessel without purpose
And somewhere in you,
Everywhere in you,
I am right.

Three Eleven



You want love
I take love
We make love
Both in love
Yet never
Together

Genesis



When I met you,
I was on a path
to righteousness
and I wasn't just
chasing ghosts;
I was trying to
catch raindrops
on a needlepoint.
And somehow
you caught one for me.

Between the Shadows of Sound



Whether words warrant
My feelings or not
I still have them
And whether will wouldn't
Achieve them to stop
I'd still have them
For you.

Proconsulation



Without whiskey I could never write a love song
Without whiskey, perhaps, I could never love wrong
Without whiskey I'd probably never see you
Without whiskey there's no brown, only sea blue

Ghost Fame



Nothing nobody does could ever help or harm me
So I'm killing myself until I'm felt like sharpies
My heart beats slow but the bottles go fast
Until my heartbeat knows which one will be the last
It's not my past or present it's all from my future
I inherited brown glass and gothic sutures
The Kama sutra of macabre is in my fucking veins
And I spill it every time I write, to leave a million stains
Of insane rain reigning, I might be crazy
But I stay away from all shady shades
That could relapse me back
To my Vice City 80s phase
And write cocaine slang on the sides of old trains
Like I never gave a fuck
Only looking for ghost fame
Anyways so I'd take a thirty eight out and brain myself
Because it leaves a bigger stain than if I hang myself

The Seven Year Twitch



Barely alive
my heart's buried inside
the variance of my own scariness we share in surprise
when my eyes grind the stop signs
and carry benign
lovers to a grave
made of very good lies.
But who am I to decide
who lives and who dies
when I defy the skies
disguise a time bomb as a prize
and blow minds
with packs of mines
all carried in nines
because I flipped six upside down
in the same vein that I made hell
relocate to the clouds.
I'm not allowed back
I found that out the god way
when demons disappeared from my brain's
twisted hallways
made of hard flames and arcades
of mad numbers and jumpers
that even Third Eye Blind
could not save.
I wish you would flip off of that ledge my friend
so I can use your body as wall paint
while the blood's still fresh so it sticks
what the fuck? I swear I didn't say that shit.
And then it clicked
my tongue's sick
from the night I made love
to a three titted succubus bitch
named Twitch.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Breezy



There are nights
when the wind
reminds me of you;
of the way you danced.
Those sounds you carried
all around me.
The cool of your pleas
the weld of your breath
all punishing me
just how I like.
So much to forget.
So rough to forget.

The Line, Cut, Finesse



You made me feel more
than feeling again
as we waged war
on just being friends
using swords forged
of silence and grins
to cut each other and hide
from the February winds.

Her Nimbus



There was a time when I saw heaven
as a place to go.
A place beyond the circumstance
of letting go; losing control.

There was a time when I saw heaven
as an adversary.
An opponent to slam me
through the dirt; to buried hurt.

There was a time when I saw heaven
underneath your eyes.
Welling your tears
for gold and glory; but never for me.