Monthly Archives: November 2013

I BRING TO YOU MY HEART

Mother, I bring to you my heart
You taught me kindness
But this world is an ugly place
It withers the skin of my soul

Mother, forgive me for weakness
You taught me much too well
How to be a good man in this place
It destroys those who appear weak

And I will take the hand that is kind
and appease the gods that demand —
a soul for a heart in a crazy world

So, mother, give me your love
and tell me a lullaby so I can believe
in true love — it may never come my way

I bring to you my heart
broken by deep despair
lay it upon your pillow
and pray I can live again
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PLEASE, MY SPIRIT

MY SPIRIT, let us forget this pain
  You and I, this night
You may forgive such sorrow she gave,
Together let us forget her sight

Please promise many tomorrows
  that my heart and spirit can rejoice
Leaving behind the pain and death
  That she forged by saying goodbye
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SHE ENTWINES YOUR SPIRIT

She entwines your spirit
As a spinster with the yarn
Creating the apparel
for your naked heart

She encases your soul
in brilliant precious gold
The financier of your future
her love makes you the richest

She protects your sense of self
and battles the weaker you
The man you are is what she made
her love, spirit, and soul…

Is yours to cherish and forever hold…
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I PREFER PAIN TO DEATH

I prefer pain to death
even in deep regret
Over frozen feelings
that flee summer’s breath
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WITHIN YOUR MIND

I PLANT myself within your mind,
That covers itself with your beauty,
You, unknowing, allow me to seep toward —
That vessel you carry within your chest

I plant myself within your mind,
Aching to light a fire within your heart
You, catching yourself refrain from me —
That vessel within me sinks to darkened depths
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WHEN DAYS BECOME MEMORIES

WHEN days become memories
and shadows feel no more
Stand beside me my love
and tell me of sweet tomorrows

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ORGASMIC SYNTACTIC AUTO EROTICISM

ORGASMIC syntactic auto eroticism
                         — It’s what poets do


WITHOUT HER TRIPTYCH

A LINGERING indecision laid bare…
and morning sighed with me beside
an internal debate flees — asylum
With turmoil between fret and fear

So I decide…

A narrow splinter jiggles in the mind
Like how someone treated me – a wreck;
Love, like us, a barren and somber alter
Without her triptych

And questions remain…
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DIGITAL DISSONANCE

BROKEN video
Instagram friend
Twitter fiend
Bring to me
Flesh and bone

Tag this — fuck you
Like me — diss you
Scream forget you
Lick my like bitch

Plastic hopes
Drop the soap
Really now…
Don’t you know

Forget me now
Photo dope
Living shallow
Hello?  Hello?  Hello?

Hollow…hollow…Hello?
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THE UNIVERSAL LIBRARY

I dreamed a dream more real than reality
and found myself in a universal library
towers of shelves and gossamer in the air

The binding of a book stories above
caught my eye and I begged to see
a ball of light provided safe flight

Together we ascended the storied columns
ages untold past my path too many to know
and at last I was eye to eye with this book

I asked the light if this was the book
to know and read to know it all
She said to read one was to read them all

So I read from front to back and in between
the mysteries of the universe unraveled
and I knew the story of the One and All

With this knowledge I can make wrong right
and cast away the blight of all human ill
the light said no, you will not remember

Still, I begged, a morsel of truth be taken
to my world to better society and cure ill
the light said each path must work the till

I woke this night with a startle and saw
the Book from this vision and begged to see
but the pages were all blank before me
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