A SINGLE letter.–
May 3, 2011
To start a letter is like shaving the crust off of a heathen earth, adding dimension to a studded artscape; dwelling songs into a mantle heated in place. To start, to begin a welcome notion of affection may become a source of deviancy from speech, from tongue to drums of ears combined. Even still, I swathe a bleached pen on blackened paper; no not mascara, not possibly mascara. The cube I’m encompassed by supports a view of integrity of seduction into a button bound sky- holes and birds, circles and stones. Weed.S. fire bullets into my eyes- a vision I’ve blessed and forsaken. You are a peculiar creature, whose trust outweighs depression, who the reaction will be level deep, instead of foundation deep. Your love milks nourishment from heaven itself, Premium, Passionate, and presentable. Your thoughts go breeding fields into fears; a startled final production into the fertile excrement of reality. My words are rudimentary, blocks upon your spit and mounds of meritocracy; scoffed subconsciously, but emerge from a moment of conception; a moment to visualize- and freeze. There is no immediacy; vague claims of rage and justice in love, but acceptance defines the faults of many; who bury their eyes in magma laced trials; decicisively prefaced by a feud with no description. On the contrary, the plastic forks I shove down below this house, are hindered by the mirror you hold to my face. You are, a direct, subsidized, enabled,
INFECTION.
Fraudulent_)(
February 10, 2011
Excavate your ankles deep
Into the fondness of obscurity.
Those tears pressed wine and bled with flame
as matches forced a flooded game.
Purple trim and saline skin
misplaced-
Edging your face-
Jericho converts a cinch
To sew his expectations to.
I’ve scaled your frame, you forget.
Your toes swept a carpet I’ve designed.
Your gaze a pane I’ve seldom fed;
In furiosity.
Aged, do measure sour blends of scheme.
Sustain for fruit and rhapsody-
Tight lipped; and fitted wit surpass a golden pride;
a chandelier whose text is tight
Perfected the art of enclosure.
Chestnut locks and colorful knits
Infuse a weakness undeclared;
The dying sky has bloodied shins
So sure in fraudulent form.
A clocked mishappen paints and primes
The pumping of your steps
Capping the heights and depths of forthcoming.
I’ve a rusted shovel turned and sworn.
Your soul is mordant; faux and warm.
I’ve meddled in your perfumed strums
I leave my soul to rouse.
Bent._//
January 15, 2011
The flooded tiles are thankfully cold
Caustic, glossed and cleansed.
The wiser speaks a kindred celt
yet chokes a magnet to a tree.
How is it that I do pay tribute to composition
then morph into a puddle ‘neath a skyscraper-
Donning glasses side a flute of wine
Clenching gold in my fists
Crafting movement on mute;
Whilst crooning best as birds-
How then, is it aimed- a fondness
Is faux, in flight I’ve slipped and knelt
In synapse withered salted wet-
Define a citrus mood with pleasure-
Our
slumber seldom meets the dawn; nor should it
For sleep only signs a blank mind in awe.
They’ve proven from crib to crane, chosen struggles.
You, a wretched pool of muse
Leak above my daily cup of coffee.
It’s impossible to elude you.
Those queries do shine
I strip lips to pores, then inch the ledge.
Those fifty foot walls quench my thrill;
I’ve startled, knocked, wedged and frozen.
Awaiting a sign of soul to key;
access is bent.
A selfish illusion can stress a fraction
Critically;
Bent.
(Insult)&#
January 15, 2011
An insult bites fragrance from a fall sky;
it harms;
it scrapes,
and unveils
a moulded thought progression
that shalln’t be hindered by humour.
Likewise,
truth is unearthed
and sensical wit
cannot bury such a defined treasure.
Your tongue: a soft and supple force
has shocked and strained those roots.
the squares to swear I’d bluntly doubt
would cleanly perservere.
A looking glass will need to be the source of light,
for distant winds will shred the sails we’ve sewn in sight.
Lull _)_(_
August 6, 2010
Blasted berry vines drip frequently between your trips
Where thoughts become a backordered brunch.
I’ve built a rocket brimmed with skin
to teach your rights to fly…
electrocuted touch as thin;
layers bruised a compromise.
Bleached picket fenced teeth couldn’t blind my fright
Lemon dyes and candied strives speckle your guard…
your declaration.
Fogged and free, your windshield beads-
Despite the emerald gale.
I’ve paced your gallery of position,
Hours upon layers, optimum confusions.
Pieces chosen quite well as
Evidences of our love kneel ,
when fine red carpet feels of black.
On occasion, puddles interact our steps.
A hand swings round the cheese, while wine tricks liberties.
Don’t lull the mirror, rest in wake of it.
Your eyes are heavy in shadow, as mine are dimly lit
A splendid funeral;
Proceed, full force- as forty winks oblige
My thoughts are simmered solemn filled
Your slumber shall decide.
Toes.(–)
March 5, 2010
This maritime shift amongst turpentine rugs
Where tapestries bloodied the burrows in coal.
I peruse the pebbles furious for sanction.
The stones hurled aimlessly at trust.
Two sets of blankets lie hugging your soul
For youth has escaped in its death.
When the lights dim in ice and the branches
Scratch backs, your wand will fasten a bow upon itself.
A puddle of punch flavored mud slathers your fields of clover-
Coins tossed in sheets where pillows lounge quietly in smoke,
Sustain your words with safety pins.
I shall not attribute fate to us, but attribute it to the rules.
It’s perfectly customary to be disheartened
While being charitable of inner strength.
Trampled, clenched, and choked.
Craving that all the traits you possess
Were instilled in the other.
We all need fat lips that shine with the blue of an eye…
Where water defeats the hum of my breast
and the cry of water stricken seed.
You broke my toes, and burned them blue
While I pushed peppermint through crayons.
Tangled scent confused with artful crime-
Invites a broom and gin to dance.
I am solitary.
A howl from whisking your will into spoon.
The blocks of A’s and sullen B’s stack blurry eyed in symmetry
A child sealed in a cardboard box, of chalk and widowed chemistry.
Beneath(+)
February 18, 2010
Regard the sewage seeps beneath the street
A pedestal enthroned in haste.
Our steps impressed our troubles
The privilege of coats folding past
Those confidential cheeks, simmered eyes,
littered tongue. Love.
A mellow screen defines your skin;
Model break your silence within clay-
Stamped in softened leather,
Your lips traced and scraped the sky.
Rubber hooks are heated in dismay,
Your feet too cold for company.
Your ashen eyes and countenance depict fiction
As I twist the dial, force the needle and comprehend.
You’ve lured me in, a twisted cord;
To pilot your way, in coordinating trial.
Invite my heart to dampen yours,
I can tap you upright, bend your broken teeth
Blush a fountain wide, secured in memory.
What lies beneath.
Tea _()
February 16, 2010
Forgive the efforts of the spout,
The flame forgave the truth your hand bestowed.
Plucked from causes, short of distance, fingers bloomed.
Systolic strings did suit you well, the sickness of disease.
A cure should come while ripened vines do weep, for lack of bright response.
Bared shoulders, from closets to linoleum, shout.
Each blanket sewn to cover the sound, commence.
They declare I untie doors with sound, with language,
With snaps of chilly faces flown beneath neon lamps
to fasten your eyes,
contain each nerve for verdict; land.
Emptiness becomes the beam of steam,
When tea should have been pleasant.
Loop._+
December 15, 2009
The light touch of failure.
Suspended sonata, tipping fourths and thirds-
Beyond the moonlight, into conditions
Where temperate faiths are tested; favorably.
Tears brush your teeth with scent.
The dimmest streetlight holds your sorrow.
I relent to flip a coin on our love.
Dripping brims of hats around do see.
Where voices wake the flowers from our grave.
Love do explain just when to die,
Prepare a sudden shrill and place.
I’ve been prepared since milk flowed
from vein to verse.
Your soul flew to the edge of my sight
Where death held your tongue to sing.
Your fingers swell in painful sight,
of silver trust.
My eyes are tangled unconsciously.
Six feet from the blackened earth,
A bridge motions to burn,
Birch wood rotten in Seattle rain,
One hundred twenty pounds worth.
The hum of laughter is the
knock on thickened floors,
Your fears feel my soul lift
My fingers stripping in distress
To Shed the circle we fell into.
Undress your bloody thigh,
I stamped my soul,
Blazing fierce,
So you may never let go.
One Day.-!
November 19, 2009
So I sit, breaking bones and thrashing fists
To desire, a sleeping moral in the tired
Tired night, where you dream of being right
And so do I, and so do I.
We clung to Jesus clung to God
Building our castles out of steel
Tidal waves of grass and fields
Overtook our walls and shields
Crusted milk fed all the blanks
And dots of chorus oak and fair
Clotting blood within our lovely
Art of glancing without fear
Sparks within your fingers launch me
Into pressing itching sin
Fabric stretched over the shadows
Bleached in ink and royal stitch
Your legs are treading horizontal
Blaring inner congestion
Blame the public for the motions
Of insightful reactions
My pupils blink so purely damaged
From your crystallizing light
For you are truly lovely darling
In the glowing after tide
I’m a poet tangled up in cherry wood
And summer sand
Where you held the palms of angels
Facing love without a plan
Alone I lie in anguish
While metal trusses fall to stand
Where our beginnings held their suffrage
Cradled heart in straw and chance
I’m supposed to cut the strings loose
Let your flowing spirit roar
Contest the battles for my mourning
Ever flailing on the floor
It doesn’t matter what the world cries
You are dying from within
Grasping stars to seize your darkness
Flowers vanish from their stems
I would give anything to stop this
I shall give anything to breathe
But instead I clamp my teeth
To verses screaming of a peace
One single beam a flame a blaze
Conversations did appeal
Film the fortress of each other
Dripping wax on painted ears
Chemistry to say the least
The elements of earth and wind
Lighting dashing against thunder
Words discharging from within
You stood there rusting in an eggshell
I stood there screaming through the skin
A softened snow with pale colors
Had you bursting from the whim
That Freedom comes with choice and mention
Of a cataclysmic set, of actions blasting
Onto coral, slaying solitary dread
Never thrusting out the phantom
Masks concealed in the field
Where burning buses in a forest
Nailed the tempest through a shoe
You took the left I took the right
For love I swear I didn’t choose
To sense the weight of your insides
To know your soul and display love
While sailing seas inside your eyes
To match a magnet in the sun
March our thoughts into the forest
Still the desert darts do spy
For ancient mammals do implore
The frozen truth the vines do hide
Flatten fear to identify
When I have fits of sudden rage
Simply despair does lack the tools
To stand suppressed in acute pain
And the clock fears heights of wonder as the sun dries with a daze
Blurring hours into minutes
That I withered in my rage
The past is punching out the skylight
Allowing chuting ladders play
Within my skull shedding the highlights
As I stumble through each day
The future thoughts are sewed to shoulders
Hearts are far below in weight
My compass reads as if a novel
A pound of intensity
Plays the mate of checks and balance
Exploding curiosity.
The world around us groans in love
For a Maker that we praise
It never chose to cry in trust
It was created all that way
I know that Saul and Paul and David
Made it clear to us that day
We had to leave had to die there
Just to know that we’d be saved
Your death deceived even the martyrs
Satirical above the proof
My days are shortened quite to hours
In every second void of you
Stir the roast and mashed potatoes
Feel the heart of nutrients
Your presence conveyed
Each other closer
Feasting only until sin
Do you not see this is it?
Do you not see the poison skin?
I’m stuck inside a gridlock horror
Making mattresses of pins
365 days since I defended our refuse
Soaking salt into my carpet, dousing
Walls in battle blue
What shall it take to mend the struggle
What shall it take for us to choose
The proper path, lane before us
Yellow bricked and crimson shoed
Surgical scars unbolt fostering
Debates and livid lies
I will calm the rancid fevers
With my pleas and my cries
There pours the blood beneath your back child
There flows the blood from your fins
Diving deep into my sorrow probing
Joyful hopelessness
Every time I see a light
A house is kindling in flame
For every time you said I love you
I set a rose next to my grave
It isn’t right it isn’t fair to be an anchor in a cave
A corroded memory with painted stripes
and cherry candy canes
Your coat of colors envies silence
Your turquoise eyes slightly aim
To nullify a sea sick terror with mechanical escape
The broken purse of pearls and blankets
Shooting taps throughout the stage
You’re the dancer I’m the wooden
Planks you trampled with your age
A silver moon delivers love
It wraps its teeth around my hand
O circle swallow all my blood
For I have trust in years again
There’s not a day I don’t get towed
Out of this hole to puncture feet,
Crustacean spine, a crippled schema
Is combating our defeat
Expose a double ended facial furiousity
For mirrors are the opposite of every single thread we see
I alone shall never view the same figure within the sheen
Until your face again lights up this place
With luminosity
All the harps play
And the choir dreams
of the coming of our King
Yet my heart drops for I know
My hands are formed in concrete
Hold on my sweet believer
Hold on my love and might
Transformation is absconding
In our spiritual flight.
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