Scars

Can I scratch you with my talons?
So politely...
You won't mind.
It'll barely scratch the skin,
I'll just tickle
from behind.

But, the scar left
will be vivid,
all courtesy aside.
You will thank me later
wear it with dignity,
with pride.

And you'll look at in horror
but, love it all the same
I know you will.
I do.
I do it all the time.

Scars are more like medals
of honor,
purple heart,
you tried.
Was it really all that painful?
Really?
Did you even bleed...

Does matter much?
Just a tiny mark,
I promise.
You won't even know it's me.

Amiss

And now,
I'd like to know
the weight of something
carried
far beyond
the depths
of what we only
shortly see.

The huge immensity
of silence
in a world so loud
our ears
refuse to ring.

Oh, God,
what say you?
Oh, mercy,
left unseen.

The truth
of what delays you
the agony
of greed.

I don't recall
the currents
a swift
and mornful
song.

But, not lost
to me
was worry
they've been
tiding
all along.

Politely

Ask me, 

not politely

for a viral anxious cause.

I'm searching,

however distant

for a place 

where I belong.

To feel the inner meddling

of some rising

biding tide.

To round out

the sharp edges

turn wonder 

into pride. 

Given distant glances,

a future unrefined

I see you in the distance

though, I'm not sure if you're mine

Some savage unseen humor,

a ravage angry fear.

I guess it's just a meddling

inner tingling

less than you can hear.

Nothing short of anxious

nothing past excessive whims

maybe I'll see the bottom, 

but, the top seems still

so near. 

Earth Quake

Can I get an accurate depiction
of an abstract concrete mind
I swear I saw us from a distance,
then realized I'd fall behind

Not to mention concentration
or the need to hit rewind
not to mention dedication
or an ability to shine

can you see it now?
...the motion
or are we already lost

in time

It's the weight of the reaction
the a subtle switch of some kind
the way the world did crumble
while our eyes looked toward the sky

An brutal hesitation
a swift abrupt release
a lack of satisfaction
burried down there
far beneath

can you see it now?
the motion
or are we already lost

in time
an abstract concrete mind
a need to hit rewind

somewhere lost
in time

Concrete

Here I am
standing on a pillar
made of glass
you keep telling me
it's concrete
but, I can see the cracks

I keep on closing
my eyes
trying to beleive
but, the shatters
I can feel them
underneath
my feat

Luminescent

I forgot your life was golden, broken sparkles, that somehow, despite all odds come together, perfectly luminescent. That they shine like broken glass in the midday sun, shattered yet, absolutely mystifying. The example of something so fragile, yet utterly strong, so delicate, yet terrifically dangerous. You, piece it back together, your little life. Yes, there will be glue, or plaster, or strands of hair, or sand...extra sand, but the finished piece, it will be whole. It will be whole again, except... exactly how you want it. Luminescent.

When will it be

I would like to lie here
completely content
when will it be
when will it be again

sun rays in the window
wind across my face
fingers on my back
heart in a safe place

when will it be
when will it be

5 seconds
10 seconds
3 seconds more

glance slips sideways
to the open door

when will it be
when will it be

hand held so tightly
once a comfort
then a crutch
now a prison
too too much

when will it be
when will it be

when will it be again