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Staring at a crisp night sky, my, how the stars are out tonight
when did I begin to question, their flicker for plane lights
their divinity for yet another flight
to another fancy place?
Write cheques to keep the roof up,
been at it for years, another name number
it serves as a small wonder.
When did the cross hair show up in the mirror,
vanity streaks razors down my face,
slow flow drain.
Sleep yields nothing for the dreamer.
Burning moments as a brand, until it rears an identity
Warfare flag flying, sleeping with the enemy.
Isn't it all energy,
Let it be and remember me.
How the righteous feel crisis leaning on its laurels,
Don't touch the coral, and so goes the morals.
So spoiled with victories, is this Victoria
yet familiar rears much fruit,
but no such euphoria.
Wrap me in electric blankets, and wake me at winters end
I've been in deep,
Iron lungs sing the bends.
Education, no walls in wifi, Most High driver's side,
So over analysed, thirsty for a baptism.
Cause these tears don't do the trick.
Thin upon itself grows thick,
and what I miss,
doesn't yet exist.
But the sober part is the start,
Food, shelter, clothing,
follow your bliss.
0
head low and stinking drunk
I swore at the burn in my gut
that I will not submit these standards
and turn my back on a great sin.
Happy Birthday, the gift you give yourself is lack.
She is coming for you. Growing into someone,
who will complete the circle
who will be satisfied
with who you are building.
Tell that to the boulder I push up the hill
you hear me intuition?!
tell that to the weight of the averted eyes,
from the chicken wings with painted faces,
and hair so blonde, it uses the light to tease you.
Webcam gaudy,
dark eyes stare through you,
searching for an answer to a very tacky lust.
fuck, this fight, its boring.
Awkward mornings as empty as the bottles
that line my floor
as the rug I've been meaning to get.
I won't apologize for my rockstar penchants,
they hang as pendants resplendent with a glow so false,
Las Vegas shakes its addicted head.
I watch the spoonful of elixir,
that I carefully cooked,
slip from my fingers,
and crash onto the linoleum.
All I'm left with is a lucidity that led me here,
and a mess to clean up.
0
slow this rain down,
and let me dance between drops,
I've been splashing in puddles and I want something fresh.
these seeds have thirst and the clouds are restless,
so that must mean,
that the ends are mutual.
the ocean runs circles around this island.
and the comfort strikes me thoughtful.
patterns patter out window pane loops
fingers tap art on keys,
and I miss you a little, and
I'll share this hot chocolate with you.
0
My back is pressed and panicked against the roof,
Ribs wrenched open,
And the painted glory of this worshipped house,
Is lost to me.
My love is weeping itself onto this congregation,
and I can't feel my body,
I can't feel my laboured breath,
Struggling with my pride,
Not to collapse,
Boneless, onto those I silently promised to hold up.
I bring these swollen eyes square.
And beyond the tear stained haze,
there she is.
A manicured smile, stretched across her face,
and her grey skin gives away, a coldness, that I just can't bare.
Her passion has abandoned this vessel,
and that warmth gone is what renders this
void left, so frigid and lifeless.
Life less the living, and the sun will still rise.
This layer will outlive us all I think,
and forever is a tale for the priests, poets, and prophets.
So shut it all down, and cry with me.
Let us grieve, for the rest of our lives in sad concert.
For there is only small comfort,
and in time, like the flowers that hug her casket,
shall they return to the earth, to grow anew.
This may be the end of your path,
but it is not the end of the world.
0
I will sharpen these claws on dry savannah surface,
gargle gravel, lockup libido, and let the mosquitos make a meal of me.
I will dance with desperation to dark drums,,
let hunger hug these ribs...and I will writhe in wrath while waiting.
Pacing a trench behind imagined bars of circumstance and karma,
My eyes only shift to keep focus on the prey.
Give only a hint of daylight, to illuminate one weak link in the ties that bind,
and I will explode forth with all the furious passion of a mouth full of teeth.
And rhythm of pumping limbs will match the rumble of purple streaks,
as another gazelle learns about Darwin the hard way.
I wield these instruments well, fingertip scapels unsheathed at the nexus,
of where intention is satisfied and bloodlust simply screams.
Catharsis is a two way street, one frame is released to sustain another,
the beauty is red, warm, wet and reeking of life.
Born for the hunt, dying until the next one.
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Scream back at the darkness roar
The fear's gnarly teeth gnash back
It wants to steal your soft heart
And I refuse to let you let it win.
I dare not speak
These actions ring more true.
Steel gazes into the din
Steel your gaze, and into the din.
Cacti dangerous,
Venomous Bacteria
Hope for tomorrow and hold it close,
for this place thrives upon the back of its absense.
You asked to be the deliverer,
pointed the faults out as your own,
to rectify with the noble truth of your intention,
is it the downfall of the throne? you tell me.
Better yet, well met, for they forget
so very quickly.
Nobility is not the crown,
blood runs so blue that the hue itself drowns.
And the fates are so picky.
Never let it touch air,
if you need tearful catharsis,
join the garments in the closet
and let the darkness adorn you.
Protect yourself, and envelope the meek
for it is thier sake you keep.
A king serves the people,
and the libra scales never equal.
Wrapped in the plastic of elastic
found bound and bloated round
underground sounds
trapped by casket lids.
Remain the same
in triumph and defeat
unchanged,
heed temperature, birds
and range of the rain...
And take what is yours.
0
It is funny, what it takes to earn you.
to fill this empty throne beside me.
But I need you to know this now...
before rings are slipped onto fingers forever,
and we submit to our third circle before the Most High Herself.
Know this before we meet...
This is monday morning up before the sun,
only to miss the bus,
to a class I hate,
and am not admitted to once late,
to finish a report for the same prof
but not before
I'm redoing the work, that my group was supposed to do,
cause they don't care
and I do.
Then running while choking on my pride
To beg the nice lady,
to match ones and zeros
to make it acceptable
for the government,
that I've been paying since before birth,
to lend me more money,
so I can improve myself,
and then pay them back, plus a lifetime, more of the 15% off the top.
I don't need your bailout, old white man.
And then watch a cheque bounce because I'm a penny short. (literally)
This is me suffering for a better tomorrow.
Where you live.
Because you are the last rep, and this bar will not fall and crush me
The last situp when I swallow the vomit
The placation of the silence
When the authority is ten minutes of drivel away from the precious yes, that
I need
to get
1step
closer to you.
I am crying behind my eyes,
Screaming behind the filter
On fire always, for,
the hope of you, is what makes quitting impossible.
I am becoming the man you deserve.
I will provide for you
I will keep you safe
I will push you onwards and upwards
I will break the world in half for you
I will make sure
that every single day,
you will know,
I keep this temple only for you,
and you are the altar,
and this love is upon it.
And it will be spoken through my actions, because you will be bored of all the poetry I write you.
I am going back to class now...and I am doing it,
so that I can slip the headphones playing Bjork,
over your pregnant stomach,
marvelling at the wonder of you
kissing you with suns of passion,
just before running out to get you some Haagen Daas, and...beef jerky?
-sure, baby, whatever you need, truly.
I love you,
I need you,
There is only you,
I will never leave,
and I want you
......... so badly it hurts.
2
I saunter naked from the birthplace of my impulse,
to the cupboard, to the fridge, and my hands dance of mixology.
This is revelry in my frivolty.
The height of my indulgence in quantity, obviously.
Moments roll off the tip of my silent tongue,
and land in my greedy greasy mitts.
I entice a pizza to the oven like a seduction at a young muffin (or strumpet if you like)
then I remember the drawers dedication to cheese.
I smile as provolone is thrown, and old friends odes come to mind.
Two many beers, food near, and 1080p of mind stroke
This is no joke.
Destiny is a friend to me.
I bow my head and smile.
