On 24
February 20, 2012
The still of crashing…
A pace in arrogance…sublime.
Step.
Each waltzing honor; a crumb on my charcoal plate…
Which stands confused in light of folded canvas.
A simple peer below; decipher a foolish action;
The stage is set.
The velvet spoke a blank caption-
To mould your estimated surprise.
Sacrifice; a lemon cutting prices
Where fruit is of crushed negligence.
Blindly row close to the shore,
I’ll chance a fractured sense
skillfully connect the plot to starboard
And dive before the comment snaps.
I’d sink a wistful punch of soul
Into the pool you gaze up to
Where I anchored words to grow
A tune all flat out askew.
Unlock.
Its of slight truth my suffering is quenched
It was of luscious makes; modeled traits
That love was sung into my eyes;
Sewn desperate and imaginary.
Breaths are knocking; shallow.
Voices bent in playing tag with rusty pose;
A silent throbbing
To steal your life away.
I’ll weigh my worth in miles apart
It wrings out each lonely thought;
Let well
to sustain a desert where fingers might fly.
The passing fare is faulted pain
With dotted eyes, smoking t’s
And trouble where it looms.
Rest assured, I’ll sail my life at the mercy of your pain;
Within the barricade.
I’ve sold myself to the lions den
Where hope is aged and worn.
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.
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