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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.
Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.
A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
and thinking without knowing...
all of the things
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.
You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
I can't love you.
I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.
Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.
Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me
You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.
We aren't meant to be together
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
Your muddied paintbrush:
The pristine slate
Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
BoyfriendI thought you were good.
You WERE good.
You played with my hair.
You held me when I cried.
You were a gentleman.
You made me laugh.
You kissed me.
You loved me.
I loved you.
It was then that I learned the truth.
The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.
You played with her hair.
You kissed her.
You loved her.
You made her laugh.
I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.
I saw you giving her that love.
That same love you gave me.
I break up with you.
You don’t even seem to care.
Did you ever love me at all?
Or was it only ever her?
Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend
You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved
You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare
untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.
The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.
But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
Open an EyeIm a water addict,
This cough, my shake,
I want what Ive lost,
My skill to write,
But this is just a lesson
To not better yourself
When what you have is secretly great.
I have seen life on mountaintops,
Behind a cigarette,
In the arms of a friend,
By the lips of a lover,
Behind a computer screen, behind this world,
In the eyes of others and out of my own.
When what we have is all we ever needed
Or behind a metaphor;
Our style is why we are loved.
Pieces of a LullabyHere we lay,
With holes in our heart
Pick the pieces up, when its not our fault
Apologize, so we keep from drifting apart
My lonely road, when whom I need isnt to hold me
Youre other side, and its memories,
and all its lie
I want the better side,
And all of its lullaby
Ill never let go babe; Ill not let you go
I learned tonight love is true
Like over coming a fear, you know how scary it is,
and you get that final push over the side to figure out its not so bad.
I dont know if this whole lifes a competition or not,
but I make my decision by my compassion
Ode to Who's Holding You BackYou make me hate you so bad
Throw it back at my face
Make me wield this mask
You make me push you away
Throw it all away, again
Make me master this fake
You make me break
Throw it all back at your face
Make me feel true emotion
You make me anxious
Throw me on her
Make me want to do it, again.
You make me want to fight
Throw you back, Ill take first
Make me fight to survive
You make me lose pride
Throw it again, to regain it all back
Make me hate you so much
You make me love you
Throw it and take charge, again.
Make my life
Contemplations of the MindMy left arm tingles as you near me
As Im looking at the horizon with these interests
Hope I turn out right
Patience cant wait
Been awhile since Ive seen this phase
Blinding, erotic, red lights
Devils, angels, death, love and hate
Push me again; ask me if I even care
Tell you I want you out, hates driving me
Faster and faster
Blinking speed and revenge
Cause I dont know where Im going
Hidden from this world
When theres so far to go
Touch me touch me
And I bleed
Kiss me Kiss me
And I die
Leave me to create and destroy
Walk in my skin
When everything matters, and nothings real
I Never Lost LoveBlurred lights on a highway
Gotta be thinking for ya
Down with the light-headed
In deep thought hipsters
Where marijuana scents the air
And a Smokey taste of kool
Cigarettes and whiskey bottles
Clutter the floor.
But if I die tomorrow know
I gotten be thinking for ya
Know that Ive been caring about ya
So that if I die today
Wherever life takes ya
Whatever life brings ya
Or takes from ya
I want ya to know
Know I never lost love
Never lost love for ya
So that any mistake Ive made
I will support ya
I will learn with and from ya
And if we were meant to be loners
Ya know, I never lost love
Never lost love for ya
Like a purpose
Feeling of concern
Like you'll carry me
Like I would carry you
Across a sea, down a path
Feeling you exist
Like I'll do anything to be with you longer
Like you would kiss me
Like you care
Enough to help me out
Feeling you need me..
The whole time
That I exist..
The whole time
Like you care..
The whole time
Like you'll carry me..
The whole time
Like I have a purpose..
The whole time.
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