You belong on fire
and your only system died
with the pain of your desire
in the flecks left in your eyes
oh see it there so sweetly
through the darkness of the night
light the flame inside the tunnel
in the shadows burning bright
is it pain or is it pleasure
can you hear the vital call
cut short all your endeavors
you're about to take the fall
to the depths of mal creation
past the writings on the wall
can you feel the deep sensation
of the loudly moaning call
oh speak softly now, dear lover.
move slow and close and free
let all that inspiration
move from you now into me
like friction on the planet
creating orbit, catching light
it might ride us of our sadness
and relieve us of our plight
hold tighter now
inside me
you are warm
and wet and new
your eyes can see beyond
what is me and what is you
deep correlating vessels
ships at harbor side by side
as the current sweeps beneath us
and the wind lets us take flight
won't you stay here with me
be my mountain
be my light
everything is better
when I'm entwined in your mind.
Just a place to put my thoughts, trip descriptions, poems, art, ect... so those I love, but am far from, can share them with me : )
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Spark
And you caught me on fire
With your slowly burning flame
Embers of desire
Banked and dark
But still untamed
Please fall away forever
Or come after
Burning hot
I see though in your endevore
Because never's all you got
And pillows simmer sadness
Smoke and dust to rise above
Can you see it in the ashes
What maybe once was love
Or is there still a kindle
A tiny light
A hint of spark
That might catch apon the embers
And etch it's tiny mark
Because the heat still hides within me
And I see it in your face
There are sufficient pockets
Where a spark might still escape
So I tend it oh so gently
And I wait so patiently
For that flicker of desire
To once again alight on me
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Whole picture
Twisted planet prospecting
In Isometric domes
The revelry of processing
A slightly shifting scope
Can poison change the balance
Of irony and hope
The differential sequence
Of what we want
And what we know
Seven times the morphine
In seven acher homes
No remedy for memories
No cure for thoughts bestowed
And damn it in great confidence
That you are here alone
In vibrating illusions
Of sanity let go
Divide it in the fractions
Reduce it in the whole
Pixilate the segments
That flex and bend and sow
A picture unfamiliar
From things that were forgot
Remember what you wanted
What you needed was for not
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
shards
Tiny pieces,
fragments
shards.
cracks and crevices
inches
yards.
watch your feet
don't tread to far
you might get stuck
with a tiny scar
no skin too thick
no wound to deep
tiny lies
begin to seep
cover up
the bandage stained
hide the crime
with deeper shame
fabric,
cotton,
soiled scarves.
hide the wound
but not for long.
try and try
but can't move on.
tiny pieces,
fragments,
scars.
swept away
but never gone.
fragments
shards.
cracks and crevices
inches
yards.
watch your feet
don't tread to far
you might get stuck
with a tiny scar
no skin too thick
no wound to deep
tiny lies
begin to seep
cover up
the bandage stained
hide the crime
with deeper shame
fabric,
cotton,
soiled scarves.
hide the wound
but not for long.
try and try
but can't move on.
tiny pieces,
fragments,
scars.
swept away
but never gone.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
The whole picture
Mythical lines of reason
Sharp strokes and slopping curves
Ink caught in treason
Fanning lines that seem obscured
Watch the hand that strokes
All the depth in missing space
See the lines up close
Brush strokes we must erase
Maybe lines too bold
Maybe some misplaced
But the picture we behold
Is of slippery molding grace
Catch the tail end of the sketch
It's a mirror, it's a face
Can you see the picture yet?
Or is it fading away...
Fast shades and fading time
No way to hit rewind
Fill in what's been unscathed
Replace what's left behind
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Make clean
Wake me up screaming
Tell me how I did you wrong
I deserve you're mal opinion
I deserve you're twisted song
Cut in deep and twist
See the blood poor through the hole
There's a clattering of ribs
Smash the heart
And rake the soul
All this silence
Petrifying
Just ice, just ice cold
Antifreeze and Mercury
Start the frost
And let it role
I can't hear you
You are sorry
Don't say what you don't mean
It's a bag over my head
Suffocating my dieing scream
Is there something...
Some small comfort
Any way to let it go
To start over
To be lovers
Made anew with bandages holes
Or are we lost
And gone forever
In the seas of dirty lies
No fresh water
Nothing clean
Too far gone to see the light
Oh I'm sorry
I'll be shinny
I'll be shinny once again
Get the pledge
Dust the garnish
Wipe me off and let me in
It's you're choice if we end
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