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DreamscapeWe met again along the highway, that dreamscape among the trees
An empty little diner where we often shoot the breeze
I speak easy in your presence
Of everything, we talk
Truthful words forming each sentence
As the sun sets after dusk
We wander to the forest
Silent as the standing rust
The age felt in this place
We drift hand in hand
Neither leading or astray
Our minds play tricks and tell us that we've visited before
Deep into the trees we find some open forest floor
We come into the clearing
We settle down in day's last light
Prepare to dream within my dreaming
Eyes gleaming, growing distant
At last you speak again
Whispers of true love pass between your lips like sand
Slipping through my fingers
Everything fades away, I wake
I feel the cold and shiver
I wither in the dark
Reality has you and me so very far apart
CharmerSuffering used to follow me
Inflicted from excess
Overflowing from inside
Carried on my breath
My words used to infect
Seed despair and vast, dark misery
A literary viper, from that pit she bravely lifted me
Brought me back into the light
Extracted all my venom
Returned a kiss for every bite
I might have never known her warmth with my cold blood
She lit a fire in my heart
My veins coursing with new love
Enough time passed between us for my heart to be tamed
She calmed my inner demons and bled out all my shame
If I could speak her name
Confess my feelings to the world
I'd whisper, scream and speak it like a secret to be told
RealPoetry seems to have died
A world so full of restless eyes
No time for flowered words or fancy
Once respected, now called nancies
Glancing at my bitter words
You'll likely leave them all affirmed
I have learned over the years
I have no need for praise from peers
I hold dear what my verse earned
The affection of a dreamlike girl
A flower furled that I watched bloom
She's now come into womanhood
If I could begin again
I wouldn't change
I'd grip my pen
And in the end I'd find this joy
Without her, I'd be so void
A Light in the StormYou found me here, in a sea of letters
So many better and much more worthy
They'd curse me, but only if they knew
They know nothing of the love that I share with you
My distant muse
Infusing me with beauty
Nothing you could do would ever have you lose me
Choose me and I'll do anything I can
Stop bullets with my flesh
Lend an ever helping hand
I'll stand by you unsevered and even ever after
Lovers or dear friends, in the end it doesn't matter
I've been captured by your fire
You've become my driving force
You've become my great desire
Wants and NeedsI'm dying just to hold you
This poem has no veiled meanings
It's just a few honest words
You're the reason for my being
In seeing this, I hope you find some feeling of affection
If this is the case, I hope I can detect it
I've rejected every other chance
Until the day I can have you
"Sorry, I don't dance"
No second glance and in most cases, rarely even firsts
They sometimes ask me why, I say
"You'll never be like her"
Certain of my feelings, I'll wait til my last day
If I cannot have you, living was a waste
Distance and SensationI've done my best at saving face, but I'd lose it just for you
I feel it makes perfect sense
I'm expressionless in truth
Hid from view, my distant love
It makes me feel as if I'm masked
You're my first thought in the morning
At night, always my last
I pass off my solitude as a choice made by some others
Though it's really mine
I signed my heart off to another
Smothered by kilometers that lead into great miles
I'm fighting separation
Crushing urges all the while
Time will tell if I well spent my words and my affection
Lost in love and what will come
I'm content with this sensation
The Beautiful GhostI fell hopelessly in love with the most beautiful of ghosts
She's haunted all my dreams for longer than I know
Now she's gone away
Crossed over with my heart
I'll never numb the pain, fill the hole with a fresh start
I fell apart, I shattered
I traced her violet name
Forever in my flesh
An ever hurtful stain
She's part of my vast shame
The source of my rare smile
I tell myself she hasn't gone
I slip into denial
I hope it's just a trial
A test of my thin faith
Without her in my life, I know I'll fade away
ConsequencesAs I read, my heart began to race. My hands began to tremble. My mind climbed into my pocket and occupied the same space as my knife.
Time to end a life.
I laughed all to myself.
A sick sort of excitement.
The incitement he did spell.
Such poorly chosen letters.
Insults to my honor, family. I thought that he'd know better.
Whether tomorrow or ten years.
He will taste sweet consequence.
I'll make him know true fear.
He'll hear all his blood rushing. Slipping through the breach.
I'll make a new incision for every ill word he did speak.
Three Hundred FathomsThis black ocean inside me, churning endlessly like the sea of some dark fantasy world. Hurling, throwing me against the rocks. I break and scatter upon the shore. The waves come to reclaim me... I'm taken back and lost in waves. I accumulate, only to be as badly broken. This black ocean. The space inside my head. Eternal deadly storms and no guiding light ahead. I no longer dread treading this water... I've been broken too many times against the rocks.
I've become abysmal.
I reside threehundred fathoms below in thoughts.
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
time quantum egresswe bury our hearts
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
basic human anatomywe're composed of half a cage
which holds the organ that
was intended for pumping blood,
but really dictates our feelings,
and a three pound glob
pushes words out so fast
it's a wonder our whole
existence depends on it.
then there's the necklace of
vertebrae, held together with
the most sacred thread
in the world; one snip, and
the beads fall off and shatter.
the space between your legs
is the real cradle of humanity.
of course, there's the prepackaged
set of guts you receive
with one easy payment of a life.
you don't hear many poems about
the kidneys or pancreas, but
they deserve as much credit
as the romanticized heart and lungs.
Breath for BreathSolid oaks, standing silent sentry
Even once they're dead, they guard on through the centuries
Gentle breeze, or gale force winds
Silent they remain, save for howling with their limbs
Trimmed, broken and cut down
They do not resist, they fall without a sound
Ground down, turned into sheets of paper
Now they have a voice, though words aren't in their nature
I make sure to show some due respect
Marking bitter ulogies on recycled sheets of flesh
But best intentions are empty after death
Long past are the days of trading breath for breath
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