Friday, January 17, 2014

The Wick



We cling to the ground 
with a candle behind us 
daring our bodies 
to mimic our shadows. 
Something wicked 
her way went
and something beautiful 
that way goes
with a flame hushed by breath
and the wick staring 
with smoke in its throat. 

A Bottle of My Ocean



I am an image
Of opulent pain; inferno personified
For the thousandth and first time 
And she's so willing 
to sit in the suffer,
to ever get this far. 
Would she have to sink
to move my head,
my bones, my demons 
towards her?

Raine



I am a forest 
threatened by the icy seas
of you and my mistakes 
and if I had a dead tree 
for every time you loved me
in return, I'd be an attraction
but I only ever lost 
the ground beneath me;
drowning in the consumption
of your icy tide. 

Red Eye



Our goodbye felt too soon
So I reached as far as I could
A hundred miles at a time
To pull you close 
And fix the faltering frame
That displayed every image
We threw at the clouds. 
Slipping into seconds
And permanent melodies,
We lost our minds in favor
Of the lack of limits
Favored by insanity. 

Tap



I found you
under a silverback sunset
sifting through sand and bones
like you needed neither of them, 
not even me, but I always keep what I find. 

For Less in Time



I find no plight in death nor 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

Wintered Draw



I stare away 
from the bullets of yesterday, 
in cold watching 
my breath to prove I exist. 
She calls me legend 
when I'm paranoid, 
I call her dream 
when she touches me.
Nobody will understand 
one body to rule a man. 

Love Like Weapons



She lived her life 
by the words of ghosts, 
desperately throwing
solace like shade
onto the love
like weapons we made. 

Laqad Raddat Hubbatii



Once we had nothing left
I offered her everything I was
But she was so broken
She refused because
She knew well how to love
But not how to be loved. 

Sunday, January 12, 2014

No Day Ahead



I told her we can suffer
Until our eyes bleed facts
But it couldn't parry the past. 
She tore the white off every wall
Revealing magnificent filth
As if it were all we ever needed 
To fix the fury; to break the pain. 

North End



I'm in unkempt wait
On brick and cheap linoleum 
Anticipating the steam
Of her almost glory. 
It's a miraculous sidestep,
A hand of rummy,
Queen of hearts
And she's out. 

On the Beach of Lake Erie VII



If my sorrows would learn 
to swim I'd have no need 
for whiskey tides 
but they always seem 
to drown more easily 
than thunder on the shore. 

Friday, January 10, 2014

Rhythm of the Rye



I'll rarely ever pore 
Over missing footsteps 
On broken earth. 

I'll likely never pray
To anyone again;
Such wasted breaths. 

But here becomes a gift,
A moment to decide
How we progress

And you are just a phase,
A painless death to time
- Mine for now. 

Remember Your Fate



Every fault line 
that could crumble 
was lost in you
uprooting, without mercy, 
the brilliant loss in you. 
I hope you never live forever
my heart feels better 
without your breath. 

August



I died so slightly
Slightly out if arms length
Lengths became home 
Home became history
A history of blackouts
Blacked out by the fall of grace
Disgraced and alone
A loan of love I'll never repay

Soy un Perdedor, Nena



Te quiero, mi azul 
con piezas de dolor 
que necesitan las impresiones 
de los dedos. 
Te quiero, mi azul 
no dejes que me pierdo 
que no te voy a perder.

The Fool of the Fire



A cocktail of her only sins 
Only blends fear and loneliness
And she can't count on me
To make amends
But she can always count
My greatest sins
So I touch her
Like we're out of time
And kiss her
Like I'm ready to die
I warm her
To a vibrant smolder 
And warn her
It just gets colder

Some Sick Kind of Broken



It's not everyday you end up running out
But every other day we end up falling out
Could these moments spare the pain we married 
Demons don't feel quite like sharing
And all the time we've left is coming down
You took away my breath but it's been found
And now

I'm running away 
from you for me 
for you to see 
just what it means 
To be afraid 
of everything 
so lost at sea 
and buried under your vices

You see in a violent shade of hate
And you dream in a vibrant way of fate
Can we escape the caustic
Find our mistakes and pause this
Before it gets too late
Cause lately I can't seem to find the time to wait
And lately I can't seem to find time time to waste

Show me the way 
to be complete 
and make you see 
I'd do anything 
Give me a break 
are you insane 
you never change 
stuck in your bottle of vices

I need your hands
to help me defend
against the luxury
of backwards motion
and frosted glass. 
Just give me moments
to fix the flawed
we both know that
I've always been 
Some sick kind of broken

Show me the way
Under your vices

Give me break
In this bottle of vices

Lights Off



Wound up by the seconds of the past
Welcomed back to the bottom of the glass
I've got a problem you can touch real
I've got to show you how these words feel
Strip it down show me everything you need
Rip it out with a smile, make it bleed
I've got some issues that are too real
So let me show you how this should feel

Voyeur Deville



There were diamonds in your bones,
sirens in your tones 
and vibrance in your own
Careless sense of nowhere. 
Nowhere laying calmly
in the back of your eyes 
like buried tales of ecstasy. 
All of this vicarious function
knows ends like a virgin swinger. 
Yet you subdued me. Held me
like a whiskey warrior with
four legs wrapped around him
and, falling away, a delayed 
pulse going through you 
to start a new show. 

One Bite



Wild wild western winds
Worry while we wake within. 
Torrents tribunate the tears
To tear the time; to take the tinge.
Falling forward, failing fights
Fully fueled for faulting frights.
Learning life like lepers love.
Leaving lies like lucid lights.