The extinction of mankind
The unjust cruelty delivered upon innocent souls
The slouching frame
And unseeing eyes
Placid beneath the surface
Reaching out to grab the light
Hovering above me
Hidden volcanoes erupt from within
I'm not tried
I'm not done
Firmly adjusting the threshold
Fixating your gaze
I'm not a fucking ghost
Reality settles inside
Unseemly quiet and incomprehensible
Delighting in other's pain
A break in the mold
Bounces from the lens
Slightly skidding the windowpane
And into the mirror that holds the untold
MUSE IT 12:14 am
Upon this dusty, crumpled paper
The dawn keenly approaches and I sit and ponder
Ponder nothing at all
The new theory of late minds unfolds
Tomorrow won’t be the same conclusion
Time spent fixing yesterdays just fades the hesitant actions of today
This is our youth
And experience watercolors the prime of innocence with sugar frosted pain
To acknowledge in the end?
Worth thought provoking speeches
And star-gazing sleeps
Worth long confrontations
And amiable delays
To ponder nothing at all
Only to be cast down on crumpled, dusty paper
I’m feeling inspirational.
August 13, 2008 12:50AM
She screams at him in the darkened hall isolated by her tears.
Its all love. She lets herself think from time to time.
My teachers would hate these cliches
But its all love.
She sleeps but dances in her dreams, beside him
Rustling under covers she gathers his hand.
Uncomfortably positioning, just to touch him
Its all love.
She pushes him in more ways then one.
He never pushes back.
She is loyal.
But its all love.
She sings to him from the Queen of Hearts covered by the Jack.
All the other cards scatter to gossip and plot
A few other Queens courageously prance around
He wipes her tears
She screams at him, pushes him in more ways then one
Why won't he leave? She fights to give in.
He carefully stacks all the hearts beside her.
She screams at him, pushes him in more ways then one.
Its all for love.
The wind blows her rose petals through the bedroom
They dance gracefully around his sleeping face.
Shimmers of sunlight graze his face
Its all for love, she thinks.
May 15, 2011
or simply the song of the hour…
It’s the fear of you reading and scanning the lines for something deep
and finding nothing…
I am strategic, rational and wise. I am cunning, charming and sweet. I am fury, adolescence and beauty. I am whole…
It’s the most profound cinematic moment that inspires,
or simply the actors themselves…
It’s the fear of you filling and filling a void
but not filling life…
I am scared, struggling and determined. I am obsessed, faithful and loyal. I am proud, support and comfort. I am permanent…
“Somos la lluvia y el viento.” (We are the rain and the wind.)
When one arrives, the other is always near. Almost never, are we separate.
The most beautiful view in the world, with the colors of sunset twirling in each exotic and antique particle of thriving life,
is still just black and insufficient…
The ending lies incomplete and full of unanswered questions that we must live daily and with eagerness.
We will live the ending and the answers. We will live through the alien things that contort our insides and deplete us of everything…
everything except ourselves.
There is no fear. Only our love.
And my complete love, to you.
March 25, 2010
Inside your eyes are wide shouting only in colors of neon,
yet he still can't see where the glass ends, and you begin.
After so long he must put the glass down and stop his mind from wandering on the impossible and the unknown.
The laziness consumes his heart.
You crawl to the rim of the glass and gasp for clean breaths of air in which you find nothing
but dried particles sticking to the back of your throat
He's still ignoring the glass as each finger you own loses strength upon the rim.
Your eyes are wide but the neon is fading as he sits there and does nothing.
Is that her?
You see the look in his eye of inside his thoughts and for a moment the laziness has shifted.
He peers closer, glances.
One finger clings the rim in desperation and all the neon has disappeared
He taps. But lightly tapping won't save you. Not now.
He doesn't realize. Now, with all the neon gone, his vision worsens and dark clouds have gripped on your frame.
You scream. You slide.
The laziness shifts back.
At the bottom of the glass you crumble into the dark. It's just not enough now.
Not a glance. Not a tap.
Where did all the neon go?
He sees you from a crystal glass he lazily swirls around in his hand.
Then, they all, take a sip.
March 23, 2010
Added to the stubble surrounding your mouth
Recuerdo, todo es asi
Beneath the song’s lyrics I lay waiting for a hint of you
A rescue? An escape? A battle to distract life.
Recuerdo, todo es asi.
The sun’s glow inspires my heart to smile without any trace of you
The rain tarnishes my perfectly straightened hair….. into more beautiful perfection
And the wind, el viento fuerte, glides softly through my toes reminding me of proximity
to the emotions warped by the rhythms and melodies that force a heart to peel away
my heart that smiles still, yet unable to exist without you.
Recuerdas, todo es asi.
Your eye twinkles with each prying comment
Digging in the dirt of lies surrounding your mouth
Recuerdo, todo es asi
April 22, 2009
I shake my eyes shut
The liquids are roaming around inside working their magic
I imagine you
The body curves to the slamming drums as I gaze into the silent night
Glazed over with fumes of mystery smoke
This is a silent night speaking thousands in a tongue hidden to my mind
Yet I understand.
Emotion needs no words
I see it in the stars glowing faintly straight above
Gazing like a child, Exhale
The mystery smoke fills me and the liquids are in full control
It’s like they say…
I wish you were here.
March 25, 2009
Cradle them with your dark hands
Burning my flesh with your eyes
It hurts, I say, you laugh
You're ruined me not the time.
Rip my insides outside
They were once wrapped around yours
I am alone
You are happy
Cradling my insides with my body on the ground
I have to fly
I need to fly
I'm lighter now with my insides gone
My insides are in your hands.
December 7, 2007 Friday
And it resonates
Like an old being, worn out by years experienced of life
It fills the room
A canopy descends the last particles of hope
Until a minute ticks by and reminds us of the overwhelming time
to do nothing
to do much
to cherish everything
And think only in present tense
This is it
All we are
All we allow ourselves to connect
We let go
And we love
But do we let go?
The canopy collapses
Upon my heaving chest
The thick layers erase my eyes/pores
This is it
All we are
Time stands still
While I slowly fall
December 12, 2007
This is a little bit sketchy
That which can not be expressed
Here's a little bit of ash and a little bit of fuel
Here is the mind
Usurped by radical knowledge of inconsistent truths
Clamoring for hope and strength
What is this freedom?
To the bonds of sympathy
It all rests now
Uneasily scheming the next attempt to rise
This is not it
This is not what we (heart and soul) have quested out to do
It is the ink
That runs through the veins
Mastering my every moment in silence
With the sweet composition of love and trust
It's freedom you say
Well free my thoughts
Release my emotions
All the strength I embellish will not fight off these fears
Here's a little bit of ash and a little but of fuel
Here is the mind.