Sunday, May 29, 2011

pasturage





















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Thursday, May 19, 2011

warmth



Friday, May 6, 2011

karmic lover

your lips are perfect-
warm, touch feeling
sensuality all over.
love that you're just like me.
guy version,
but tall.
you wrote my name on your tongue.
tattooed my heart on your sleeve.
gave each other something to smile about
before heading back home to our wives.

i once had a husband.
i know how it feels to be
oh, so comfortable...
resisting change
when change is everything.
passion filled whirlwind of emotion
envelops,
stirring up your space inside.
you smirk because you're happy.
i know because i'm happiest with you.
be stronger than i was.
be honest with yourself.
go for what you want.
because i couldn't do it
before you.
bits and pieces of your heart
are mine,
every once in a while,
making mine pound
like a hailstorm when you're gone.
jumping out of my mouth when you're around.
i'll leave it there if i have to-
hang it on the wall
pollinating lust for life.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

and just when i was beginning to believe we were made for each other, you had to be cruel.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

torture love

your cave gray eyes
fell outward.
your ears bled
and mouth spewed
a demon in the dark.
man, angry, hateful demon.
a regurgitation
of my hidden fears and
deepest desire.
how you lost me to you.

he resists.
binding to denial.
i sing to your delusions
and they hurt.
a requiem of peace
from the part of me
that wants to be free
from you.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

to my other

i birthed you somehow
in this world, we came to be
one soul
facing each other in a divided screen.
you seem unaware
of the blueprint you speak.
the thoughts in your mind
that haunt you in sleep.
the stars that guide you
back to yourself.
the love you long for,
once held.
she showers in rose petals,
waiting for the day
you remember a promise
that shatters the physical,
time and space
and all imaginary distance
we've created in our sick,
sick minds.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

date night

romancing my pain.
take it out on a date.
feeding it daisies because roses are too expensive.
stroking it pleasure
with the saddest song i know.
it's all i've ever known.
it's all i've ever been.
teach me different.
to love myself-
by flying a kite
all the way up to heaven
with my name on it.
to show me there's a chance i can still make it.

Monday, February 14, 2011

eating our creation

Stir it all up
alpha-bet soup universe.
boiling beauty before it dies.
slowly simmering at the perfect temperature
long enough to melt the letters.


Dropped my own eye in the mixture
for clarity and heart.
add a taste of my own being
to understand what it is i'm eating.

Manna from heaven.
All of nature in a bowl.
penciled in the weather
to make sure you come home.

Sweet fragrance lingers
like a ghost that's always there.
Awaken that hunger,
for synchronized truth.
Love like air,
when you don't have enough to breathe
but are satisfied with that smell.


Sitting at the table,
you out at war,
a candle on the left
and a candle on the right.
we eat our creation
to end our starvation.
a romantic dinner of hope and pain.
Tears in our cups to sprinkle as salt
for all the wisdom we've gained.


Welcome Aletheia.
devour our brood.
I drink her wine till my cup is cleansed again.
That will be the day we make something new again.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

Merciful Fate

I reach out, feel space.
Lost a star to infinity.
Resurrect an Egyptian boy
Who meets me in dreams.
Embody the overwhelming.
Haunting face; desire,
That gives me inspiration
and takes it away by the hour.


Love affair with a memory
Sinking heart skips a beat.
Electrifies my body.
Melts it from the purity.
Change is consuming.
Live to relive that moment.
Untouched, resisting.
Like the passion of gods when they kiss.


Eyes lock.
No glare, read my soul.
We have a match,
So set it on fire
and watch it burn.
Serenade what once was
Everlasting everything.


Place it on the mound-
To sacrifice self-sacrifice
Heal that brutal distance
as I sun-bathe in steam.
Like an ultimate death
when fate is merciful,
Piercing our everyday truth.
A holy mountain of secret worship.


Built it up like a temple
but the sun died in the West.
Like an altar without a god.
or the Mona Lisa kept in a vault.
Collapsing in on itself
is the newborn child.
Breastfeeding my lament.
Wearing a halo as a martyr.
Stroking it is the Mother.

Thursday, January 27, 2011