interchangeable

It's been
another year
since what
I don't even know
I stopped counting the days
because I didn't know
what it meant
in the first place

I guess
this is just
cheers
to making it
another
day

love is neither a game or a battlefield

I'll show you I love you
but I'm not gonna, like
"I'LL SHOW YOU", I love you

I for an I

You only want me, when they want me
You'll only love me, if the crowds adore me

If I sing out of tune, when I talk 'in that tone of voice'
you cringe

Notice
 How uneven my smile, the yellow of my teeth

Mention how pretty I'd be, if

If only
I could love myself
Then, I'd prove to all
How worth loving, I am

two steps behind

Here's that feeling, come near again
Quickening the heart, expanding
 Space in which I hold together
(between the atoms)
Vibrant in this form
Where to begin
To direct

Watching, as from above
Mind reaching, trying to define
Time and distance within a handspan

What is it you're looking for?
Will words be enough, to tell?

A Tree Falls

up here on this stage alone

here, a whisper, hear a moan

you watched me, tangled too

louder voice, frightened hoot

what is hanging in the air

picture perfect, laden word, be clear

here, the actor carries on

what follows

on the wings of stories spawned

Don't Eat Poetry For Breakfast

What i meant:
i move through the world, never quite connecting
sometimes i reach out, sometimes i talk shit under my breath
and i hear you, don't you know
i see you watching, you curse me under your breath, but you lie to me
to spite me, there is emptiness all around me
i can be anything, it's all rabbit holes
tomorrow i will be nothing again

Buck the System

i think you'd prefer
if i didn't get all choked up
fist nervously clenching on the words
that won't, don't, can't say
''you touched me'
without flying and screaming

i think it'd be easier
if I was removed
able to say
a pretty thing, the
sweet, ebullient thing

rather than these
excessive, effusive
things
that don't rely on directives
for meaning

six pence and a waning moon

I'll sing a song to no one
a mouth full of nothing
give it everything I got
let'em have not a drop

Those Kind of Days

More after the jump

The Enigmatic Isle

Last night I dreamt
again
of your smile

It was for me
if only
for awhile

Howl of the Pact

I heard your sighs

caught in the wind

you lost your breath 

looking for something to burn

I'll breathe out while you breathe in

just a drop

somedays
the taste of coffee
lingering in your mouth
singes my tongue

this is
what it is
to remember you

inadequacy

what are love poems for
when we could be touching each
other's senses, dear

boundary layer

it's nice to have words come
so nice and easily

but what happens to words
that don't come so quickly

words that fall by the wayside,
 or trying to escape

little thoughts they represent, where do they go?

do they take on different properties
according to their weight
density, or mood

perhaps it's just a natural reaction like 

gas

pretense

rather that my arms would hold you
than my words to bind you

rather not kiss and tie you
instead, release the kinks
inside you

would that you were here
beside me, than without me

a disappointment

Let me crawl into
your arms, I've been found wanting
misapprehended

make me up

pl eclip·sis or eclip·sises


Definition of ECLIPSIS

         : an omission or suppression of words or sounds

Opera of the Universal Heart

Still, I hear
the call of ghosts
angels or demons
they sigh of love
loss and desire

drawn, to the secret
light of my heart
they orchestrate a symphony
for the benefit of all

this is the opening act
that is not my voice
here I wait in the wings
naturally unfolding, love

now here

I keep looking
for the right thing to say
discard it for something simpler
then saying nothing, or worse

if I thought we could find love
in a perfectly turned phrase
there wouldn't be this fear of words
hidden behind my thoughts

I tried to give you what I have
to tell you where I think I am
but I am such a tiny speck
in time's eye, I get lost

a shot in the dark

Don't jump the gun,
will you, hun,
I'm feeling loaded
and I know how you like to run

Bright Eyes, Rosy Cheeks

(I'll smell like heather, you: like leather)

I'll bring the honey, you bring the cream
I'll make the tea, you can set me free

Recurring

what if
there is a certain amount
of your flesh
that belongs to me
still returning after ages to find me
last night I woke to my life
where you live with me
I hear you, you laugh
this is serious and it feels so heavy
how far can you throw it
I want to ride with you forever
the wind in my hair, playing the part
of your hands, your second pair of eyes
there is nothing ordinary about this
except that when I ask you if we'll wake up
I do,
alone with the heaviness of you that remains





2/2/2013  

Be All, End All

perhaps, it is
love in action
this determination
not to have anything
to say nothing
let be, everything

understudy

symbols stand in for meaning
actions stand in for love
thoughts stand in for reason
and my smile stands in for me

inter love

he brings me the bodies of his lovers, like a cat

having tasted the blood of prey

his own belly full on carcass already discarded

I am offered seconds

still a thought, provided for

pride and plasma leaking from his grin

stopping long enough to deposit 

this conquest at my feet 

I should be pleased 

A Tribute, To Response


by the way I feel
you'd think I'd be embarrassed
of this divine discontent
of this staked claim
 that it's god's right
to hold me
the fool, a child, relentless
 as this world of stories and it's insistence
on staying in line with the rhyme

this is more than just growing older
 this is the substance and meaning that are worthy of keeping *my* attention,
there is no unreason greater than realm of what I want

Welcome Again Anytime

there is a place just outside of calm
but faraway from panic
where the butterflies are born and
storms go to vacation
if there is adventure to be had
it's on the road there

cunt

I can say all sorts of pretty things
as well

But I won't do it just to make you love me

Re New

don't mistake that feeling in your belly
that is not emptiness, not darkness
that is the pull of chaos competing with
order, creativity bursting where we see
only death, destruction of self