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Strange Desire (2010)
These sensations, what are they
Really
What do they portend
I fell at the same time
As I began to feel
This strange desire
Which does aspire
To arrest my will
And fulfill
Some weird prophecy
No so much dark or light
Than strange and unseen
Like waking up to
A thunderstorm in your room
The room is dark
Or I am blind
As I walk into a Fate’s arms. -
Chessboard (2010)
Like riding a rocket with a helmet
I’m safe yet reckless
Maybe watched over by the gods
(Who do still walk among us)
Or perhaps just smart enough
To know when to strap in
And when to jump fly flee
Take a leap of faith
But I keep my halo nearby
In my back pocket actually
For when I need to prove
I’m on of the good guys
So I leap and land
Usually safely sometimes harshly
Always a show a sight a spectacle
And for now I’m on a chess board
Metal and granite
Still the element earth
I could swear I know the person
Across the table from me
Like sleeping with the enemy
Or the enemy sleeping with me
Just to see if I’m worth the glove
That I’m about to get slapped with
So now I’m challenged and charging
And leaping into the fray
I wonder who will win
Me or my subverting desire? -
In flesh I do not trust (2010)
In flesh I do not trust
Flesh is weak
Flesh is brittle
Flesh is easily deceived
Flesh is easily marked
Flesh is wanting
Flesh is unsure
Flesh is thin
Flesh is submissive
Flesh is convictionless
Flesh is self intrested
Flesh shares very little
With the mind and soul
So in other’s flesh I do not trust
And in my own I trust
As far as I can stretch it. -
Burning (2010)
Burning
The sweet staleness of your lips
Clouds circling mine reaching
Over the teeth and past the gums
Down down
For the hard beads in my maraca
For the drum sounding madness
I lean in resting on you
Pillar of salt poured from Hell
I lean out drifting on you
Pillar of desire carved from Red
Staining my lips in your white
Staining my mind with you
Burning -
poetic chaotic superfluousness (2007)
My shadow flickers
under florescent lights,
shifts and jumps;
writhes and twitches.
Night of wings,
lost space of soul,
from within it reaches
the other me;
born of a landscape
the intersection
of mind, heart, soul
and society,
an unknown birth
in an unknown place.
Those fingers latch
onto my wrist.
Those lips
press against my ear.
Yet the light is steady,
my heart unready,
for the hiss
of my own voice;
my own desire:
“Deny me no more,
oh cruel twin.
Are we not
of the same flesh,
the same desire born?
Tell me what you crave,
what you thirst for,
and I shall aid you.
If,
you aid me.”
Thoughts blossom within,
not my own.
Never would I
desire such pain and suffering.
Wait,
Who would not?
It or I?
Where does the t fall,
which claims the deed?
What if I-
Sitting here
Under these florescent lights,
My heart begins to move.
The machinations,
Gears and valves,
Grinding the fear.
Distilling the resolve.
Wait, what is the aim,
The goal?
Why does it feel,
As though
Something is amiss,
Someone lost,
And something
Better not found,
Held onto tightly?
Where is the road back?
Where would it lead?
Will the future hold the answer?
How can moving forward
Mean moving back,
Left or right?
Yet glimmering in the distance,
Is someone’s aim;
Someone’s innermost desire.
Perhaps there is a clue
To what has been left be-
fragments
shattered mirrors
traces of life
a road of wet earth
broken limbs
splintered
stricken
expired
exploited
used
unsung
the only guides are ghosts
the only whole things left
the way is long
my legs grow heavy
sinking into It
why does the t haunt me so
i keep walking
i trip
fall over something
small and white
smooth and exposed
i can’t stand
i crawl
hands cut by the glass
feet tangled in the vines
knees lost in the earth
my eyes look everywhere
anywhere except the aim
i can’t see it clearly
it burns too brightly
too high above me
too far below me
i keep moving
my chest vibrates
my ears receive a message
song of time lost
of soul spent
Requiems
that mean nothing to me
i can’t comprehend the lyrics
i was taught only how to forget
only how to imitate
not become
so i crawl closer
wondering why the harmony
isn’t broken
why my lungs burn
as if Sulfer owns the air
my face feels warm
licked by Flames
i look forward
with eyes that forgot
how to understand
i feel something shiver
deep inside my chest
slowly i slip
the Earth’s arms open
the tempo changes
Explosive
Corrosive
i feel something
I feel It
It slithers up My spine
dripping into My ear
vibrating
but making no sound
more like howling
in a void
the Fire Tongue
rolls across My face
to My ear
Screams
Pain
Black Balls
Evaporating.
Am I me again?
Am I free of It?
Or am I just- -
Raining (2009)
As the seconds rain down,
Glittering like fresh snow,
I search for you,
You who I have shared so much with,
Given so much to,
Pour word upon sentence unto,
And now these beautiful seconds flutter,
Cold as ice bursting into life,
As they rain down around me,
They shatter at your fee like
Glasses under the weight of despair,
Dreams and hatred alike,
People who lost their wings in mid flight,
I would like nothing more than
To dance with you tonight,
Between the descending stars,
Drifting in eternal reverie.
