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It Was You Who Drove Me Mad (2011)
I feel like I’m so full of passion
Not to be confused with purpose
Will aiming my desires spraying against
The sky earth sea and sun
Wailing on the boundaries that make
This world and myself feel so restrained
Ask what you need of me
Aspire out your heart’s intent
And I shall absorb that vigor
Creating a multitude of manifestations
I shall be your sword arm
Cutting through the chains of reality
Have I ever mentioned the stars to you
How they glitter and dance without care
How I am the twin of a star and thus
I dazzle and bound without concern for much
Save my honor-bound duty and passions
Save what moves me not makes me move
Am I inhuman for it
Upon these waves I feel the world ending
I feel the sun drawing to a close
Against the western coast laughing
A cruel harsh rotten toothless laugh
As though the jester laid his hands upon me
As though my want overshot my ability
Will I just cease to function since I am no man
Heartless construct waging war across
Minds and souls and dreams and lands
Shall I just rust and gain statuesque beauty
No longer fear and symmetry
Will you still love me when I am of no use
As I will always love you
It was you who drove me mad. -
How Can I Tell You (2011)
We’re talking like we normally do
Drinking coffee like we normally do
Looking out over the water or trees
Pouring our thoughts out
Seeing what colors they take
Laughing hating sighing dreaming
But for a second I wonder
Do you know how madly in love I am with you?
Not the play I love yous
Or the head felt bonds of friends
But deep unwavering burning devotion
I wonder if you see my eyes
Glimmer ever so slightly in your presence
My bad moods evaporate when you’re near
So many things change inside me due to you
And I can’t remember if we talked this over
But I want to be with you
How can I tell you
That we started ambiguously so long ago
And became great friends
Then bonded and closer
And over time my love for you grew
Firm, deep, many rings and layers
How can I tell you
It’s not out of fear for me
But for you
I am sure of my feelings
Are you
Do you ever dream of us embracing
Waking up together
Holding hands
I do
And much more
I catch myself daydreaming of you with you
How can I tell you
I want to tell you so badly
But I don’t need to tell you
Having you in my life is enough
But if you ever want to ask me out
I’ll say yes before you finish the question
If you were wondering
So please ask sometime -
An Overwhelming Feeling Part 1 (2011)
Like the shivering sparkling snow spots
That I can only see in the warm hue
Of street lamps spaced just far enough
Apart to make me keep looking up
Waiting with arrested breath to see
Ignoring the drops on my lashes
Seeing is reality feeling is illusion
A sweet fantasy that’s wrapping
Like the wind and hidden white
That slowly stacks up in the dark
With no one to prepare for it
Like a hushed conversation at 3am
You half asleep eyes sliding up and down
Me staring at your ceiling
Counting the valleys and stalactites
A person’s soul stains the ceiling
Like a hand in wet cement
Leaving a mark that’s all your own
That happens as you sleep
No chance to stop it in your dreams
Like the ink seeping through this page
To the next and the next
Drifting through the layers
Making phantom imprints
Upon these minds
Like I’ve come to realize you
And you realize me
Hushed feelings at 12 pm
Drift in the background
Making phantoms I have to follow
To the end -
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? -
One More Time (2010)
Baby tell me
You have writer’s block one more time
And I will descend on you
Like divine inspiration
Like a wave of pure creativity
Surging through your Chakras
Making them flower into the Tree of Life
So that each word you spin in each second
Becomes a person that can spin another word
Until you recreate the world in black and white
Until our words become flesh trying imitate (and flatter)
The greatest poet to ever write
That crafted those eyes and that smile
Which make our hearts flutter so
Because even if I had just your eyes
I’d pour myself into them and reside there
And write on your iris’s insides so that
All you see is filled with poetry and passion
So say it once more, please -
threshold
liminal threshold space
that place where light becomes
fire and bright becomes
dim and hope becomes
absent. the swirling riptide
at the border of consciousness
standing between this world
and every other
the faceless nexus
that could never be escaped
by one’s own. the soul being
pulled d o w n
command centers overloading
singles becoming doubles
doubles becoming triples
triples becoming me
i’m lost here
in this liminal space
pounding and pulsing and drifting
lost
waiting for the sun or moon to rise
just waiting for something
to come through the clouds -
Conceal me (2010)
Conceal me under layers
layers you ordained true,
hide my own nature,
under your nightly visage,
i walk in your day light,
Buzzing with the sound of duty,
yet the Sun cannot reach
my irises for I drown
in your lines and liners
your bloody cheeks
your neon dead skin
the self deprecating legacies
you left for me at birth
that i eagerly swallowed
without chewing and now
I grow nauseous, over full of you
and your ideas so vomit,
spew them from my core
one at a time i see it,
the picture you placed within me,
the mask and collar you locked around me,
without me knowing,
i stare before the mirror,
with a knife,
ready to mark your beauty,
ready to release my own.
