Friday, September 23, 2011

My Life


Smile (Picture by Krazi)

This is my life
For now until it is no longer
I haven't figured it all out and I'm in no hurry
There are many others like it
But this one is mine
I will deal with the shit in it, as best I can
I will share it with someone
Someone who wants not a part but it in its entirety
And I will laugh at all the funny bits
And smile through the not so funny bits
For in a smile is the power not only to hide the pain
But also to wash it away, like the rain
So I will enjoy it because
This is my life

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A lovers Last Letter


A single smile freed a heart to fall in love
And set gentle melodies and burst of color into the fabric of my soul
But a single breath meant the difference between life and death
And cut my promise of forever and your heart in half
A single tear brought the walls of your life crumbling down
And the mourning flood washed the joy from your beautiful face
My darling, life is a dangerous gamble that we all must take
If death traded my life to be your angel to bring you a little luck
Then with these wings let me brush against the heavens
Paint the sky a beautiful shade of hope
And illuminate all that is around you
So that when tears blur your vision
The radiant glow of love's touch reminds you that I never left
That I am here, with you...Forever

(Picture: 'Iridescent Clouds' by Pixie Led)

Stolen Innocence



Blood stained hands hold a breaking self together
A sign of my fleeting but genuine affection
Writings across an imaginary wall like no other
In the color closely resembling that of passion
I tried to wash my hands with scrubs and stones
But the blood won’t come off in murky water
Only truth can make them seem clean indeed
Death is the freedom that we all seek

Used to marvel at shooting stars
Till I learned they were falling angels
Discarded for having human flaws
Left scars on this human heart
They hit the ground no wings no sound
Smokey blackness heavy like ashes
Like broken dreams they litter the floor
Soaking in blood like they did before
Whispered truths sound just like lies
They cut so deep they hurt in my sleep
Hard to carry cause they’re just as sharp

Infected needles may break the skin yes
But, only to heal partially what's dead within
The street corner is a welcoming inn
Much improvement to the cold hell I was in
Judging eyes saying "You need Jesus"
How dare they say that when they don’t have Him
Scary to think though is that I do need Him
And when you see Him tell Him I’d like to meet Him
I’ll be right here in my welcoming inn
Just say it’s Him and I’ll welcome Him in

Bruised back yes on to the next
In this dark prison my only escape is
In excess these drugs, booze and sexes
Nocturnal creatures know my name by heart
Their demonic caresses cut through to the bone
They cut just right to let the soul seep out slow
Leaving bloody traces of pleasure and pain
Motionless I lay in a corner in broken glass
Looked over like these used condoms
Filled with stolen innocence

Lost and forgotten this too shall pass

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Our own Suns


We are all jaded reflections of our former selves;
Imperfect, flawed and wanting
Fading slowly into who we will become;
Dreamers, lovers and philosophers
Our tomorrows are distant silhouettes of beings within
They lay patiently, urging us on
In the shadows where they rest waiting for their turns to be seen
To be heard to be loved
So go kicking and screaming in to the night
With eyes wide open and tongues tied down
Let your souls do the listening and your hearts do the talking
For you are the sun that shall shine light unto your tomorrows
Realize that you are the pinnacle of life
Behind you are yesterdays and yesteryears that lay claim to what has been
And before you the future unfolds its delicate petals so touch it gently
Sing the songs your lineage and ancestors have written on your back
And sing a song for this 6 billionth wonder of the world
Because the I in my mind is the only one of its kind
Just as the I in your mind is the only one of its kind

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Simply put...



I am human by default
And I manifest in this realm as a
5ft2, cup of desert skinned nothingness that covers the surface
Which vessels infinite love, for I was created in his likeness
He whose everlasting proportions and all encompassing philosophies of endlessness
And multiple vastnesses are too immense to grasp in a single clench of your mind
I am inherently human by default
But in the parallel real I am
Both the water and well of my own dreams
The evergreen garden of the summer time, the first day of spring
I am the anti-matter that pushes and pulls time in one second intervals
I am the perfect lover
With the perfect love, heart, dreams and aspirations ratio
To perfectly cradle within my own another’s heart
I am far reaching across the constellations and galaxies
That separate your pasts from your presents
I am the fist that clenches your yesterdays and tomorrows
And the thread that sews them together
And presents the tapestry of your life to the powers that be
But I am only human by default
And poetry is the gateway though which I can keep in touch with my truest self
Simply put, what you see before you is a default setting in the Creators…Master Plan
Because I am poetry

Thursday, February 26, 2009

INVISIBLE TOO


Amazing isn’t?
How I’m here in front of you and still you don’t see me
Being invisible is a great magical feat unless you are offstage
And want the one you love to see you
"I want you to see me"

I want to be where your wondering eye stops
And not the vague figure in the peripherals of your sight
You have looked over me, through me and past me for so long
That I find it difficult to see me too
"I really want you to see me, at least for the last time"

I’m not too sure how far I left me behind but I’m going back there
To where I lost my way and found yours
That is where my dreams rest...waiting
Waiting patiently for me to grow a backbone
And strike a balance between the mind, body and soul to attain that inner peace, that gentle swaying motion of the universe that we call enlightenment

So I need you to see me
To see me look at you
And then through you
And give you your standing ovation
Because you have become invisible too

The vicious cycle of missing you


I miss you and missing you makes me hurt

Hurting makes me ache deep inside and I cry

Crying makes me need a shoulder to do it on

And that reminds me that you are no longer here to offer

And then I miss you...even more

I MISS YOU