May 25, 2010
May 20, 2010
I Love You.
A steady hand to hold while asleep,
and to awaken with your name safe in his mouth.
Resting on his tongue,
like my palm in his.
A frame to fall into,
and to lay frozen with among risks taken, and lists written.
Hung by a magnet on his refrigerator,
paper thin, like his frame.
A horizon to sleep on,
and to stare at, weightless and free.
Ears filled with his whisperings,
warm like this night.
I'm holding his hand in mine, my frame against his, staring straight into the horizon.
Our need for each other is tested in the atmosphere, and he kisses my ear with words so sweet.
Light in his arms, my body is limpid.
Right through me he see's, nothing to hide.
All my love for him lays within.
and to awaken with your name safe in his mouth.
Resting on his tongue,like my palm in his.
A frame to fall into,
and to lay frozen with among risks taken, and lists written.
Hung by a magnet on his refrigerator,
paper thin, like his frame.
A horizon to sleep on,
and to stare at, weightless and free.
Ears filled with his whisperings,
warm like this night.
I'm holding his hand in mine, my frame against his, staring straight into the horizon.
Our need for each other is tested in the atmosphere, and he kisses my ear with words so sweet.
Light in his arms, my body is limpid.
Right through me he see's, nothing to hide.
All my love for him lays within.
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May 15, 2010
Tiger Eyes.
rather than calm and convincing,
my tiger eyes hit your frame
and follow the atoms that
fall off of you as you walk.
I am sorry you're afraid to consult
the ticking circle on your wrist.
Leather band- brown, sticky residue
on your white, pale skin.
cool and tranquil, still and dull
starry eyed, you picked up right where
you left off. I saw you with
the atlas of your mind strewn on the floor.
I didn't care much, this was the seventh time
or so, nothing new.
Borded up and lifeless, i would sit.
You motionless, trying to come to terms with who is was that carried your heart.
my tiger eyes hit your frame
and follow the atoms that
fall off of you as you walk.
I am sorry you're afraid to consult
the ticking circle on your wrist.
Leather band- brown, sticky residue
on your white, pale skin.
cool and tranquil, still and dull
starry eyed, you picked up right where
you left off. I saw you with
the atlas of your mind strewn on the floor.
I didn't care much, this was the seventh time
or so, nothing new.
Borded up and lifeless, i would sit.
You motionless, trying to come to terms with who is was that carried your heart.
May 13, 2010
The Globe of the Mind
This is the globe of the mind.
Continents and bodies of water,
waves of guilt and remorse
thrashing on God's lands
Sea urchins and ghosts of fish
kiss my toes, I dig them deep
into sand, mixed and turned by gentle winds.
Clouds flat and blank , shaped by
communities of peaceful engines,
spitting out drags of stillness.
They sit in the sky, allowing no
reflection of light.
Unlike the prickling cry of a liar,
the sky is calm and grey as the old.
I have removed my toes from the natural grains
and relaxed and loose,
my face freed from uncertainty.
The relationship between the purity of heaven
and the atrocity of hell is revealed in
tender trees,
flowering over worms and flies.
Continents and bodies of water,
waves of guilt and remorse
Sea urchins and ghosts of fish
kiss my toes, I dig them deep
into sand, mixed and turned by gentle winds.
Clouds flat and blank , shaped by
communities of peaceful engines,
spitting out drags of stillness.
They sit in the sky, allowing no
reflection of light.
Unlike the prickling cry of a liar,
the sky is calm and grey as the old.
I have removed my toes from the natural grains
and relaxed and loose,
my face freed from uncertainty.
The relationship between the purity of heaven
and the atrocity of hell is revealed in
tender trees,
flowering over worms and flies.
May 12, 2010
May 11, 2010
May 10, 2010
Turning
Controlled by crippling thoughts of resentment,
we became the universe.
A thanks to the deck of cards dealt,
a hand of luck and shame.
We turned hand in hand,
while floating in mid air.
Staring at others before us,
and you are not new to this.
A small child in the back of a cab,
frozen eyes because he stole momma's quarters.
Mothers chilled by their attempts to convince the dealer of her cards is wrong.
Sick in the head.
Floating hand in hand,
and we are the universe.
Turning,
turning.
we became the universe.
A thanks to the deck of cards dealt,
a hand of luck and shame.
We turned hand in hand,
while floating in mid air.
Staring at others before us,
and you are not new to this.
A small child in the back of a cab,
frozen eyes because he stole momma's quarters.
Mothers chilled by their attempts to convince the dealer of her cards is wrong.
Sick in the head.
Floating hand in hand,
and we are the universe.
Turning,
turning.
May 9, 2010
Your big black owl eyes will be the death of me
but I will turn strong against winds sent.
A bath of warmth to the infant
crying and bare.
Reassurance of morning melts into the walls of rooms small and locked.
The nuns across the hall are too excitable,
flowers fresh compliment the naked sense of purity
while I reminisce on days we spent tied up between feathered layers
cuffing our together breaths.
but I will turn strong against winds sent.
A bath of warmth to the infant
crying and bare.
Reassurance of morning melts into the walls of rooms small and locked.
The nuns across the hall are too excitable,
flowers fresh compliment the naked sense of purity
while I reminisce on days we spent tied up between feathered layers
cuffing our together breaths.
May 7, 2010
Pandemonium
When the room is still,
I attempt to resemble the twin of pandemonium.
Not for the eyes to watch,
but for the noiseless walls to diminish.
A comfortable place, it is.
Being face to face with the concept of disposition.
So sweet and still is the room.
I attempt to resemble the twin of pandemonium.
Not for the eyes to watch,
but for the noiseless walls to diminish.
A comfortable place, it is.
Being face to face with the concept of disposition.
So sweet and still is the room.
Like a Moth
With simple intentions,
much like a moth, I will
hover over lights.
The heat I can't endure,
but my body is addicted.
It's light is God-like, and true.
My fragile wings exhibit
the years I've spent beneath
these lamps. Shadeless and unguarded.
Heads turned as my frame
was electrocuted by what I loved.
I came to close. Why so close?
much like a moth, I willhover over lights.
The heat I can't endure,
but my body is addicted.
It's light is God-like, and true.
My fragile wings exhibit
the years I've spent beneath
these lamps. Shadeless and unguarded.
Heads turned as my frame
was electrocuted by what I loved.
I came to close. Why so close?
May 5, 2010
5/5/10
Legs shaking, one voice echoing throughout the room.
The waves of his tone bouncing off of every corner.
Shuffled movement,
All I can hear is the rain outside.
All I can hear is the rain outside.
Open Hearth Meeting
The planks above our heads have lights on them.Three on each limb, shining a sense of purity onto the bodies below them.
I can't distinguish the difference from my worries and my hears.
These lights are shining on us, and as every mouth spits out stories untold and memories that lay for so long at the bottom of their stomachs, i sit and wonder why those lights are so damn bright.
in my head, these lights, they shine.
And in my heart, I am afraid of my worries.
Blue Back Drop
Ingrained within the disconnected sisters is the controversy of routine tests done by doctors.
Every calculation and bits of bad news join together on a blue back drop.
The photo of this happy family is taken and in the assembly line this paper goes,
Someone decides to shine light on the chills on each relatives back, so easy and words so sweet flew out of their mouths while trying to move their feet.
A colony of ants dancing at the bottom of their eyes for years, committed to make a sea roar and tumble down their cheeks.
Some said their thoughts were enchanted, that this family was made of ancient breaths.
Harmless locals held words with their tongues, trapped in the caves of their throats, and reporters stare with honest eyes, freezing frames of that happy family, blue back drop and dancing ants on their eyes.
The sea has swallowed them up, roaring at those who remain silent.
Every calculation and bits of bad news join together on a blue back drop.
The photo of this happy family is taken and in the assembly line this paper goes,
Someone decides to shine light on the chills on each relatives back, so easy and words so sweet flew out of their mouths while trying to move their feet.
A colony of ants dancing at the bottom of their eyes for years, committed to make a sea roar and tumble down their cheeks.
Some said their thoughts were enchanted, that this family was made of ancient breaths.
Harmless locals held words with their tongues, trapped in the caves of their throats, and reporters stare with honest eyes, freezing frames of that happy family, blue back drop and dancing ants on their eyes.
The sea has swallowed them up, roaring at those who remain silent.
May 2, 2010
not phased by the cold because the energy that floated from the palm of my right hand, to the palm of your left was warmer than Nana's fireplace on christmas.
our grace and ambition dismissed the thought of hesitation, and in an instant we created hills and skies of beauty and devotion.
we planted gardens of trust with altruism for all things pure.
never did we struggle to build this sphere,
for it spun and floated like many other.
we were home.
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