The Wake (2008)

A man covered

Shadows for sheets

And little rays that pierce the protection

Pillows of hope

They reek of flowers, feminine

Stiff with the mortis

All seems to be alive

Yet there are no beats

His skin is warm

His face is wet

All outside is booming and thumping

The incandescent lights shine

Door creaks closed quietly

No one comes to him here

Not one bothers to break this illusion

As a picture reel runs over memories

The Flowers permeate

Inducers of emotions

That glow violently in his mind

This room, his room

A mecca for all that’s gone

All the relics lay scattered around

Visual stimulation

Stubs and papers, Poems and pictures

Remind him

Music plays softly

He can hear it in the background

The songs of his faith

He is in love

He knows this now

She is nothing

But he is always there to jump

He is always there to run

Manipulate everything

To make the world hers

And now this is only place she lives

In comfort alone, under cover

With pain to release her

And water to ease her

Fermented drinks to cease her

Like the one I sip now

To write horribly

With this tainted mind

I shut the door and press play

Its time to remember

Its time to pray

Intent (2005)

She, with her plastic intention
Sweet smell, and rancid thought
Ran her finger from her lip
Her tongue in a tangle
Legs spaced at the knee
And her Her hair in a dangle
Penetrating eyes, that overcome my doubt
Perfect curves, image of fruit
Juicy and ripe, and ready to burst
Though sweet, it is sour
Though disturbing, so tempting
On hands and knees she crawls to me
Eyes never move
Heart cannot beat
Still locked, her hand now on me
I fall to the ground
And fall twenty feet
Her blanket around my brush
My hand in her touch
The red pair comes closer
They slip onto my face
I fall once more, into outer space
A wild vine grows rapidly around us
In the silence we scream
In our breath we roar
In my mind I forget
I release my reason
She is real
If not for another time
Just to exist right now
Stripped of my mind
Stripped to my body
Entangled in her roots, to rest the night
And to fuse, lose my sight
Make a river run down us
And never turn up soil
Get buried under it
And stay
In me, away
Her intention
Such devious intentions
Will I forget
Or fall down again

Untitled ( 2005)

I saw her hands
Never her face
But I knew it all
And I would not replace, a thought in my mind of her face and her skin
Her nails were the bark of a mature oak
and her hair pre foliage
Many caverns and caves stretched from a finger, to gorges and trenches
And from that same hand I saw a blaze
The ashes, the burn of a smoldering stick
Never her face, with not my eyes
Her face I did see in my mind
From one hand, that reached into my soul
I saw her all
and all I knew

Something for nothing (from 2005)

Something for something

Nothing for nothing

Choose, either way

It still remains the same

So bold, a move

So solid to still

To take the chance

Or kill my will

So forward I gain?

Here I remain

Blank and the same?

To this insanity, I reply

To go backwards would be most wise

Before the choice presented to me

To rob the clock of its dignity

To give back what was given to me

Impossible, perhaps

In my mind its probable

Still, failure now either way

Either way, which way will I sway

Take the dive, or run from the board?

Hah, this something for nothing

Or nothing for something

Something for myself

Myself alone

Myself to rot, to pose like stone

Why oh why, must this mean to me?

Just cast this stone into the sea

I could close my eyes, not to open for eternity

I could dream forever, the perfect dream

A perfect life

The impossibility

Ash

You poke the ashes hoping for some heat

Your eyes fixate on the gray

But there is no red

Consuming cold

These coals have long been dead

There's nothing here but the corpse of a fire

But I'll smile for you

If that will keep you warm

Psychosis

Hello

Did you have a moment to read?

For what are words if not heard?

And what are lines if not seen?

I just wanted to share my disappointment

It's been haunting all my dreams

But this is real now

And reality feels bleak

I'm just a coward

Who can't find the words to speak

So I hide behind my pretty lines

Using metaphors and similes

To euphemize this euthanasia

The euphoric must be beat

Throw away those hopes of mine

And all the memories

Time to say goodbye

I'd learned to fly

But you,

You clipped my wings

Nitghtcapping

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I can write a rhyme about you without singing a song. Maybe it was me. Maybe my lenses have been too clouded up for me, to see the reality. Perhaps that's the exact reason you lowered your defenses so I could see over your fences. This is me at my best. Once I show you mine, you'll forget about the rest.