Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Love?

You can never know love
The way that I know love
You will always chase status
You will always chase coin
These things mean nothing to me
I will never know love
The way that you know love
I will never seek strength
I will never seek security
I seek a woman who truly understands me

Take a hit

Your skin is silk 
No matter how rough
I love the way you stare
The way you move
When we fuck
Your hips have mind
Your legs have life
In this moment I know love
In this moment I'm alive
Passion is a drug
And only you can get me high



Syrup

You tap this tree
The tree of life
My roots go deep
But you run me dry
You love my syrups


What could have been

I'd write you the best poem ever
But you're not worth my words
These lines have meaning
Sometimes concealed in alcohol
I can't find the tools to break through your walls
You would rather read this blind
In blissful ignorance the world seems fine
The future pales in comparison to what you have now
Many possibilities lie before you
This one is too easy, too early to find
Though none would ever give you what I would
You brush me off like dust
And inconvenience that unsettles you
You'd sweep me under the rug
And settle later for someone who doesn't understand you

Saturday, September 12, 2015

A Turd, Gilded

You aim for everest
With only the skill to cross a hill
You wait for gold
When silver is handed to you
You cock your head, bewildered
Offended I'd reach out to you
A corpse sitting quietly
Ready to decay
Delay, postpone salutations
Till a ring would have no place to hang
Keep waiting on prince charming
No one wants the farmer
Every peasant girl is a princess
And every man is a pauper