LightLeak

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.

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.

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.

Bones are older than red dirt.
Sift the springs through passions eyes
Sugar thin, and wafer wide.
I’ve twisted this lolly in my mouth for an hour. No center.
Your voice echoes still a cauldron of spokes.
Steel covers, and rubber mothers, taught you to shine.
Brand your keys under the mat, so I may steal and drive your sanity.
Bones, crack under pressure.
You distill the fall from catching the cold intensively.
Discuss. Notions and files, planes- you never believed.
Evidence and fallacy present themselves a banister of red.
Face back flat on your steps.
Mistakes are made in searching for wisdom.
You never cared what I’ve become.

Defend those thoughts-
Mane…strands of fame-
Weave lust with trucks- motels with shame.
slender pleasure, feathered blame.
Your trane descends from fairs of pair
White with steam and cold in stare.
Blow inept the southern doors
of fields and hills milked by prose…
A sheath defines in perfect square=
the hatred blind with cleaving care.
Oh scales and whips and creamy cries
Spread each tear, smooth each lie.
For she has died among the hills.
Steaming strength, tasting thrill.

As honesty tells a subtle story
This empty page
Entices thoughts- unchain the streams, through desperate touch
A sequin garb, shone magnificent through interior
Her skin invincibly glows
Ruby shoes, and satin wine
Voluptuous, in loveliness she stands
A fine figure of natural beauty-
Of stature and magnetic attraction-
This time after battle, this time a new ensemble
A chocolate haired indulgence
Sapphire eyes, and fire in her smile
Her soul flows of roses and summer breezes;
Of earth, and brooks of steady dreams
A tricking laughter….Commences yet again
I descend, to embark on this tradition
Swathed in valiant cobalt, gloved and heeled
Eyes awaiting a sight so reminiscent
So pristine- a crowd rests silent
Whispers construct our brook,
Flowers bloom our field,
Maple composes our mire
The smallest footprint, the faintest stare
Symphony
A third tap of symmetry, a second waltz of honour
Echoes of conversation- children giggle
Fear disguised this masquerade, but has not invited his method
A staple of black, the aroma of despair has no room to flourish
Look behind….
There I stand
Patiently Swirling- kneading the motions
Staining the pathway with traces of energy
Awaiting your presence, to enfold your soul within my hands
Gaze as it transforms to clay, malleable for creative reflection
Soft and supple healing;
Stirring the potion of harmony we dance to
Our souls delighted…medicine- naturally.
For times of innocent childhood and peace have returned
No need to have a word, as thoughts transport through
Intersects, and lines- blotting slots in the sand;
Casting waves upon the ocean-
To Seal a cycle, and burst through those new
Forget this not,
The sunset revealed- exposed in your eyes, a smooth summer afternoon-
An infant resting as a soul encapsulates another, upon a path of pebbles- bricks and tears
The dream, as darkness fills your eyes
These depths of pain, calamity- guilt
Intricately touched by something genuine, within every note projected
Every stroke, every utterance-
It is truth, and is intensity to the utmost
Electrically altering- statically charging….as lighting bolts through our skin
Grab hold tightly, to the scarlet dress, to the fragrance of lemon floors, the sense of Openness- pacifying this silent ache- which strength has veiled ever so cunningly
The entirety of my spirit is with you
A ship has sailed its course- has lost its sails, patched and torn-
Has docked to re-discover, and navigate back again and again with no avail
Has pulled its anchor- to be directed- destined to be led
By a different current, a line of magnetism- floating seemingly amongst two poles
Through a perceived telescope failure, a sight of shore is a beginning
Through kaleidoscopic view, has embraced hope for the future
Think not on the complexity of nature; but on the simplicity it unfolds onto your skin, as daises kiss your breath, and lilacs fill your lungs-
Carpets of grass tickle your toes
Soil rejuvenates the tips of your fingers
And the sun ripens your skin
A thousand thresholds lead to hearts of despair…
Where billows thread needles that stare so intrinsically
Into the milky, lustrous sky,
Flicker downhill the sun of some enchantment….this is far from exact
Where southern seas, mesh with northern winds
Sail the expressions of gentle bliss- soothing texture
The destined wrestle to be known, as melting arms
Form casts of stone….where strength elevates the sun…
Rays have appeared to brighten, to warm- to thaw
Bask daily- leaves in quilts of mossy eyes
Staring strategically through the caverns of your soul
The Woodland calls- it beckons for soul, for inhibition
Every toe, every finger feels hope, feels life
The sun has failed to shed its light, but means no harm
Has revealed itself, has healed itself through its Creator
Who Planned every branch, and creature
No mirrors, for time has hidden them for safety, for the past
Of battling should impress upon your feet as you run
Through the trails……
A canvas awaits, magnificent soul and passionate talents
Awaken, hold my hands, capture the sun, and breathe.
Life is here again.