I am adequate
In a time that means something to me
I am adequate.
I’m necessary to me
In a time that means something to me
I rally, I rival, I am for me
I am adequate for an adequate time
I create adequacy
In my mundane life I live in shackles
Torn my sinew and muscle
Torn my beliefs
Torn my self
Torn
From now until then with God’s blessing
Will be a blink of an eye
Because I dare to believe in what I need,
In what I hope
Distant to a direction that shames God’s
There-ness for me
How can I hold on to you when I can’t
Feel you holding on to me
I hold my own chest to be my own trickster
Convincing me of time with you.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
You've left me none
Left none for me
You’ve left none for me
Your truth, your musk
You’ve left none for me
Horrible cleansers to wash away your love
Has left none for me
Your toil, your trials
Your endeavors of the day
Washed away by silly water
Down the glutinous drain
How greedy to leave none for me
How selfish to be so thorough
And leave me none
I beg the rag to give me an idea of
What it was like to be stealing
My evening from me
My torment that you’ve left me none.
You’ve left none for me
Your truth, your musk
You’ve left none for me
Horrible cleansers to wash away your love
Has left none for me
Your toil, your trials
Your endeavors of the day
Washed away by silly water
Down the glutinous drain
How greedy to leave none for me
How selfish to be so thorough
And leave me none
I beg the rag to give me an idea of
What it was like to be stealing
My evening from me
My torment that you’ve left me none.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Writer's BLOCK
Blasted nothing!
Rancid haunting vapor
Eating away at the bones
of my skull
A headache of empty memories far too sincere
Like whiplash in my brain
Thoughts want to move but they sit idle
as though they have been authoritatively deactivated, disempowered.
A trap trapping a trapper
Rancid haunting vapor
Eating away at the bones
of my skull
A headache of empty memories far too sincere
Like whiplash in my brain
Thoughts want to move but they sit idle
as though they have been authoritatively deactivated, disempowered.
A trap trapping a trapper
Without the advice
Without the advice (I need)
I speak out (of turn)
but now
I bite my tongue (until it burns)
And turn around to find you gone
A long way off resting on the horizons of yesterday.
Gone from view are your face and body
Taking with you my mind and heart.
Adopted in a determined self-rescue
I slap on a ne’er care façade
Feeble but fresh,
Forced and frantic
Upwardly mobile in appearance while flat on my back
Bare naked except for the sleeve for my heart.
Under a quilt tacked together with a stitch here and there
Letting escape a view while retaining enough heat for me.
I speak out (of turn)
but now
I bite my tongue (until it burns)
And turn around to find you gone
A long way off resting on the horizons of yesterday.
Gone from view are your face and body
Taking with you my mind and heart.
Adopted in a determined self-rescue
I slap on a ne’er care façade
Feeble but fresh,
Forced and frantic
Upwardly mobile in appearance while flat on my back
Bare naked except for the sleeve for my heart.
Under a quilt tacked together with a stitch here and there
Letting escape a view while retaining enough heat for me.
Win or Lose
Whether it is said that I win or lose
you will remember the bruise I left
just left of your emotions
and south of your thoughts.
New territory or maybe terror-tory?
Recognition of a place in your heart
where you seldom allow a thought to go.
Different from what was typically central to you.
Viewing stains on my soul as proof of experience
of times best left to time
Too old to be new but to full of you to be cold.
you will remember the bruise I left
just left of your emotions
and south of your thoughts.
New territory or maybe terror-tory?
Recognition of a place in your heart
where you seldom allow a thought to go.
Different from what was typically central to you.
Viewing stains on my soul as proof of experience
of times best left to time
Too old to be new but to full of you to be cold.
When my final breath left
When my final breath left
I felt my soul creep out of my body
I stood astride my waist thinking
“What a waste” with the feelings of a smile filling my celestial space.
I felt gold pulling me up
Pulling me out.
Sparkling prickles of gold to grab your attention like nothing else can.
Growing larger, my space was taking its place among the order of things
Resting at the edge of complete emotional orgasm. Pure.
Filled with exponential happiness.
Jolted back into my body, I check my surrounds and remember what lead me here. It is because I am now without you. I am missing you like I miss the gold.
your melody, your hands.
I felt my soul creep out of my body
I stood astride my waist thinking
“What a waste” with the feelings of a smile filling my celestial space.
I felt gold pulling me up
Pulling me out.
Sparkling prickles of gold to grab your attention like nothing else can.
Growing larger, my space was taking its place among the order of things
Resting at the edge of complete emotional orgasm. Pure.
Filled with exponential happiness.
Jolted back into my body, I check my surrounds and remember what lead me here. It is because I am now without you. I am missing you like I miss the gold.
your melody, your hands.
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