i look at him like midnight,
wanting to wonder out into the dark warping my body in him
whispers slipping from my lips.
touch me...
take me...
awake the everlasting vibrant colors with in.
I look to him with pleading eyes cast down in their want.
I am to timid here in your shadow to ask
to ask you,
a night or moonlit rainbows,
to want me.
And cracking goes the floor
and sliding goes my body
deep into the earth i am encased.
Cold and numb I sleep away my needs.
And here, pushed out from her womb laying on her soil
I feel the warmth of the sun
calling me back to breath
calling me back to life...
and So I have passed through the midnight to find the morning once more.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
16 word games
#1 words by sean
there he stood in stunning form
resolute in his calling
charging forth regardless of the odds
reaching deep within
screaming, raging searching for something...
finding nothing
missing everything
never seeing the complete image
a full house, and still he choses to discard.
clothed in his losings
contemplated the end,
scared that he would fight alone
worried he was to weak to be the eternal god of valor
not seeing him self as the ethereal king he is
to caught in his own illusions
to ever know the completion of my heart.
#2 words by sean
come into me beneath the layers of skin
above the sounding of midnight
beside the statues of our time....
somewhere between this moment and last
i will find you higher than i find my self
i will fall lower than i have gone
and we will live happier in this faster form
and we will be ageless in this slower hope...
left to look only in front
the back to far gone now to turn to
the left to far off the path
the right to long forgotten
now, in this love
in this tug and pull come and go feel of you
again i scream into the darkness
never wanting this to end
#3 words by sean
look upon my obsolete construction
see then, the regret in the eyes of my maker
the shame of his craft
he dreamed to sculpt me out of sure nothingness
and in winning his task, i am just that.
I am the lost and losing creation of the shadowed forgotten lands.
and I neater and either or and of no god.
I am the contemplation of a mad mans hands
fantastic at every curve
subject of longing
and caged in for an eternity unless...
smile sweet doll he says
overjoyed in his failure
and i dance underwhelmed for his praise
sad and alone in his shelter
his happy laugher my grave.
#4 words by sean
I beg you, make me involved in your winding limbs.
let the many single pricking thoughts coalesce into my heart, whole in prayer.
contentment at the spark of your words
tossing the tradition away and embracing you whole in this new path.
drowned and lifeless resuscitation brought thorough in your eyes.
a recital of tunes and notes strumming on the strings of my skin
the ambivalent wonder torn left only with the absolute.
were you to be my omnipotent Saviour
keeping me for the sake of enamorment
forgotten in a time not yet past
remembered in times long told
ordained in your church, on your steps
born new in religion
sacrifice young on you alter, laid out.
chasing le petit mort suicide on your toung.
the remembrance of a woven and sacred past and future in his hands.
#5 words by adam
deep into a well i lost my self, standing.
ive stood here as my life runs past
never knowing, never being known
never hearing, never being heard
siting dreaming of my wishes
a life time of what is
and hoping one day to win this game
ageing ageless as i fall out of sync
crazed and crazy lost in this pocket of time
laying no rest as i forget even the before
forget that i loved once.
i'll never wake now
i have no way to remember
to return to my youth
to play and interact with other
then i leap into the well unsure of the outcome.
#6 words by adam
neatly she folds into me
fair and graceful skin dances
verily the princess of this glade
explicit the mistress of this time
ravenous the hunger of her soul
she the moon godess him the elk king
the whole of reality is a bust
shooting down my hope like a pistol.
#7 words by sean
bury me my brother muslim deep into your blooded sands
sit with me my sister buddist and watch the clouds roll across the land.
run with me my fellow addict out into the sea,
and come and put your lip to mine so that we may be free.
no more disturb upon the difference,
return to a time before
before when intoxicate poppy kisses
came and brought the next score
breaking me down to obsessed and captured by my need
again i find my self running from the red dragon and his steed.
injure and need its liquid
to heal the breaking fail
never will i wake up with out you
always will i hear your wail
next time i may not out run you
the last pull on gear then fall.
#8 words by seth
I see you in the grayscale mesures of my mind
and i beg you believe in me,
in a forever of color that we could share
the hope of a lingering pin prick
the lust of your words in mine
of your eyes in mine
the ever present glare of wanting
wanting flesh to mingle
and ebb and flow
in the sound
of the incurable saturation and need.
break my isolation
of this rage and regret
the last place i have to rest
my soul in you soul combined
all i ever wanted and needed is you love yo.
there he stood in stunning form
resolute in his calling
charging forth regardless of the odds
reaching deep within
screaming, raging searching for something...
finding nothing
missing everything
never seeing the complete image
a full house, and still he choses to discard.
clothed in his losings
contemplated the end,
scared that he would fight alone
worried he was to weak to be the eternal god of valor
not seeing him self as the ethereal king he is
to caught in his own illusions
to ever know the completion of my heart.
#2 words by sean
come into me beneath the layers of skin
above the sounding of midnight
beside the statues of our time....
somewhere between this moment and last
i will find you higher than i find my self
i will fall lower than i have gone
and we will live happier in this faster form
and we will be ageless in this slower hope...
left to look only in front
the back to far gone now to turn to
the left to far off the path
the right to long forgotten
now, in this love
in this tug and pull come and go feel of you
again i scream into the darkness
never wanting this to end
#3 words by sean
look upon my obsolete construction
see then, the regret in the eyes of my maker
the shame of his craft
he dreamed to sculpt me out of sure nothingness
and in winning his task, i am just that.
I am the lost and losing creation of the shadowed forgotten lands.
and I neater and either or and of no god.
I am the contemplation of a mad mans hands
fantastic at every curve
subject of longing
and caged in for an eternity unless...
smile sweet doll he says
overjoyed in his failure
and i dance underwhelmed for his praise
sad and alone in his shelter
his happy laugher my grave.
#4 words by sean
I beg you, make me involved in your winding limbs.
let the many single pricking thoughts coalesce into my heart, whole in prayer.
contentment at the spark of your words
tossing the tradition away and embracing you whole in this new path.
drowned and lifeless resuscitation brought thorough in your eyes.
a recital of tunes and notes strumming on the strings of my skin
the ambivalent wonder torn left only with the absolute.
were you to be my omnipotent Saviour
keeping me for the sake of enamorment
forgotten in a time not yet past
remembered in times long told
ordained in your church, on your steps
born new in religion
sacrifice young on you alter, laid out.
chasing le petit mort suicide on your toung.
the remembrance of a woven and sacred past and future in his hands.
#5 words by adam
deep into a well i lost my self, standing.
ive stood here as my life runs past
never knowing, never being known
never hearing, never being heard
siting dreaming of my wishes
a life time of what is
and hoping one day to win this game
ageing ageless as i fall out of sync
crazed and crazy lost in this pocket of time
laying no rest as i forget even the before
forget that i loved once.
i'll never wake now
i have no way to remember
to return to my youth
to play and interact with other
then i leap into the well unsure of the outcome.
#6 words by adam
neatly she folds into me
fair and graceful skin dances
verily the princess of this glade
explicit the mistress of this time
ravenous the hunger of her soul
she the moon godess him the elk king
the whole of reality is a bust
shooting down my hope like a pistol.
#7 words by sean
bury me my brother muslim deep into your blooded sands
sit with me my sister buddist and watch the clouds roll across the land.
run with me my fellow addict out into the sea,
and come and put your lip to mine so that we may be free.
no more disturb upon the difference,
return to a time before
before when intoxicate poppy kisses
came and brought the next score
breaking me down to obsessed and captured by my need
again i find my self running from the red dragon and his steed.
injure and need its liquid
to heal the breaking fail
never will i wake up with out you
always will i hear your wail
next time i may not out run you
the last pull on gear then fall.
#8 words by seth
I see you in the grayscale mesures of my mind
and i beg you believe in me,
in a forever of color that we could share
the hope of a lingering pin prick
the lust of your words in mine
of your eyes in mine
the ever present glare of wanting
wanting flesh to mingle
and ebb and flow
in the sound
of the incurable saturation and need.
break my isolation
of this rage and regret
the last place i have to rest
my soul in you soul combined
all i ever wanted and needed is you love yo.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
the sun
you are to me
the ever crashing falls of water
pouring down on my cold skin
smoothing away the flecks of dirt
and time that have rested on me so long.
you are to me
the breaking of morning
when light and sound and earth
become alive again,
reminding me of the promise of tomorrow.
you are to me
the ink well of my dreams
laying supply to my words
and my thoughts,
allowing me a way to breath
not so heavy and clouded in unsorted lines.
you are to me
the muse of a great artist
warning me in the flame and heat
of your touch as you pull me
as you push me to make more than i can.
you are to me
the very beginning and the end
that come and play outside of time
in the forever of my love
always, in my heart.
the ever crashing falls of water
pouring down on my cold skin
smoothing away the flecks of dirt
and time that have rested on me so long.
you are to me
the breaking of morning
when light and sound and earth
become alive again,
reminding me of the promise of tomorrow.
you are to me
the ink well of my dreams
laying supply to my words
and my thoughts,
allowing me a way to breath
not so heavy and clouded in unsorted lines.
you are to me
the muse of a great artist
warning me in the flame and heat
of your touch as you pull me
as you push me to make more than i can.
you are to me
the very beginning and the end
that come and play outside of time
in the forever of my love
always, in my heart.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
apologies fall slient
I fumble through my days
scared and nervous of every interaction i must make.
ashamed of my truths
desperately trying to hide from the world
that no one will see me.
that no one will now how many things ive done wrong.
things, i cant accept in my self.
shames and regrets i cant look past in the mirror.
and so i lie.
and i steal from times when things were better,
i replay the memories of what was good on my face
so people see that good, so no one sees me.
they shouldn't know,
how weak i am.
they shouldn't know
how much i need to run away screaming inside from my self.
they should just see me smile, im fun.
im weird, but happy.
they cant know.
and in fumbling occasionally i find a person
that i feel safe with, in ways.
that i can stop stealing from my past and be in the
horrible now, in the dark and murky now
that i dont lie to.
that i dont hide from.
fumbling i fnd a real person.
a human... in a crowd of lies.
and i exist.
i spend so much time not existing,
i forget how.
i fail and fall and then,
i hide again.
ashamed at my lack of ability.
ashamed of my scars
ashamed of my shame.
when i hide behind his large frame, he cant see me as i am.
I am shadowed in is shade
he will not know me in the now.
if he did he would run not stay.
they run, because i run.
if he knew...
he would be hurt
so i remain silent.
but here you were
a person, existing not like him
a different form of safe.
safe to speak..
but my words are clumsy
and they mean more and less than they say.
i layed out trust
and smeared in in violent blunt tear drops.
and then i broke it against my self.
and then i fell
and then i begged.
and then, i fumbled in regret
unable to pull back the memories to play a smile on my face.
scared and nervous of every interaction i must make.
ashamed of my truths
desperately trying to hide from the world
that no one will see me.
that no one will now how many things ive done wrong.
things, i cant accept in my self.
shames and regrets i cant look past in the mirror.
and so i lie.
and i steal from times when things were better,
i replay the memories of what was good on my face
so people see that good, so no one sees me.
they shouldn't know,
how weak i am.
they shouldn't know
how much i need to run away screaming inside from my self.
they should just see me smile, im fun.
im weird, but happy.
they cant know.
and in fumbling occasionally i find a person
that i feel safe with, in ways.
that i can stop stealing from my past and be in the
horrible now, in the dark and murky now
that i dont lie to.
that i dont hide from.
fumbling i fnd a real person.
a human... in a crowd of lies.
and i exist.
i spend so much time not existing,
i forget how.
i fail and fall and then,
i hide again.
ashamed at my lack of ability.
ashamed of my scars
ashamed of my shame.
when i hide behind his large frame, he cant see me as i am.
I am shadowed in is shade
he will not know me in the now.
if he did he would run not stay.
they run, because i run.
if he knew...
he would be hurt
so i remain silent.
but here you were
a person, existing not like him
a different form of safe.
safe to speak..
but my words are clumsy
and they mean more and less than they say.
i layed out trust
and smeared in in violent blunt tear drops.
and then i broke it against my self.
and then i fell
and then i begged.
and then, i fumbled in regret
unable to pull back the memories to play a smile on my face.
fffffffffffff (will sp latter maybe prob not)
look at me now,
here in this place of constant time caging.
let go all the need
sated in the pennies and dimes i collect from the wrath of demand
can i be free i beg,
2 hours left
can i be free?
i will never.
what is life if not a cage?
i am caged to not say,
to never say
how i feel under my skin
under my smile...
how i burn in desires for pleasure,
how i need to sate
in drug and wine the many pinpricks of my mind.
and my mind wonders
down long roads covered in ink and scars
tripping pulling screaming
riping asunder all i held dear in my youth
to old now to hold
to trapped
in iron unworked and cold.
i am listful.
i have numbers in place of my thoughts,
and hopeless.
where is my sun.... to warm my skin.
for
here in this place of constant time caging.
let go all the need
sated in the pennies and dimes i collect from the wrath of demand
can i be free i beg,
2 hours left
can i be free?
i will never.
what is life if not a cage?
i am caged to not say,
to never say
how i feel under my skin
under my smile...
how i burn in desires for pleasure,
how i need to sate
in drug and wine the many pinpricks of my mind.
and my mind wonders
down long roads covered in ink and scars
tripping pulling screaming
riping asunder all i held dear in my youth
to old now to hold
to trapped
in iron unworked and cold.
i am listful.
i have numbers in place of my thoughts,
and hopeless.
where is my sun.... to warm my skin.
for
Friday, April 08, 2011
from ashes ++ will sp latter
will you see me,
sitting in the shallow water of my little dreams...
waiting for...
for something to happen.
a little happiness that's all ive ever wanted
and i have looked,
i have looked everywhere
across the world ive thrown my soul about
walked and hiked and swam and ran and marched and crawled...
i have.
and i grew so old.
I aged so much.
I forgot so many things.
But, I never grew up.
I never wanted the world like you do
I never wanted shinny things,
Just warm things
Love things,
Sex and pleasure and passion things
I just wanted to be the first thought and the last thought
of one other person... or persons
I wanted...
I loved you.
I loved her,
I love him...
And here I sit in this water
sitting and drinking..
And filling my self again on youth..
Growing backwards twords a happy memory...
a memory of my self in your eyes when i smile and play...
when i giggle and you...
The morning sun... my love
you have woken me up...
brought me up
built me from ashes.
sitting in the shallow water of my little dreams...
waiting for...
for something to happen.
a little happiness that's all ive ever wanted
and i have looked,
i have looked everywhere
across the world ive thrown my soul about
walked and hiked and swam and ran and marched and crawled...
i have.
and i grew so old.
I aged so much.
I forgot so many things.
But, I never grew up.
I never wanted the world like you do
I never wanted shinny things,
Just warm things
Love things,
Sex and pleasure and passion things
I just wanted to be the first thought and the last thought
of one other person... or persons
I wanted...
I loved you.
I loved her,
I love him...
And here I sit in this water
sitting and drinking..
And filling my self again on youth..
Growing backwards twords a happy memory...
a memory of my self in your eyes when i smile and play...
when i giggle and you...
The morning sun... my love
you have woken me up...
brought me up
built me from ashes.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
poems from the drive home from burning man
Come here child and rest your body in the chill and reprive of my oasis
replinish your spirit and fill your self of inspired dreams and passions
touch here and lay in the wine staned sheets of my bed
drink and be full in exastacy, in joy
be new, be born, be life,
and find that it is not in my pleasure i scream and gasp, and moan
but in the sight of your eyes your breath your sweat and cum,
it is those, that i come here and stand before you demanding.
look into me and see how full i am, too over spill
take then some of my excess passion and make it your own,
and in that moment know how much i love you.
i love, and desire and want you.
let me fill you with all that passion, so built up in my skin
let me bring you too, to the point of break,
full and sated in my wine, and in my drugs
lay here my brother, my child, my love
and i will push you out of the night
i will paint the blue stars golden and i will show you the sun
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to kate
lay here waking beauty,
little framed godess of the mornign fun cripled by last nights adventures
but more beautiful than anyone.
and as the sun starts rising, and the water desire grows,
shake and tremble like the beautiful buding rose.
and in your moments of desire
be true and be strong
and let the passion roll over you as were it never wrong,
and you will be so beautiful to bring men and women to one knee
they will beg and bother to catch a glipse of your beautiful dancing free
and in the subble curves of your breast and colour in your skin
you make a little poet run out of words to describe the many sins
the ways that one could touch you
to make you make the sounds you do,
the taste and the smell and the passion id find wraped up in you,
and as the sun set and i crawled into your bed
i could not shake the image sturing in my head.
so out here it flow in the moments of this week,
i try to find the words but all of them seem weak
i have no way to say all the beauty that you are
or the things id do if this went very far...
but i can say that it is true, you are beautiful and there should be 1000 poems writen of you.
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muse
rapture me,
and bring me shaking to the ground
in the tight twisting body
in the gasping panting sound
take up by body and turn the world around.
desire me,
as i were all the woman in the word
for the moment that you see me
and the short time this existis
bring me to my knees in pleasure and in bliss.
inspire me,
and i will for ever be yours
untill the day you dont want me
i will come to match your passion with my words
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muse be gone
my hands are old now
dry and scared and gray
they touch the wire as tho it will roll away
my hands are clumbsey now
they fumble and they fail
they dont know how to make and they have forgoten how to sail
my hands are tired now,
soar and worn and used
they can not be an artist becuse they have more moer muse
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to the morning
Part I - the stary blue
this darkness comes and touches me
it makes me scared and it makes me cold
this darkness, it is loney
and i fear it is here in the isolation of the night
that i will die alone.
its been so long that i have locked my sin away
i have kept it at starving and let the colors all grow to gray
and now i fear and wory that i will for ever be that way.
i think that i may be broken to far beyond repair
this darkness is growing soon they gray will be black
and then there will be no hope of tunring back
Part II - the keeper of the light
(unfinished will post latter)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
and be here when i get home
its the cold rustling rage that fills me
that cuts deep into my bones
and makes me leak out these burning tears
i dont want to make these choices
choices for things that will never work
things that will betray me
that will betray you
what if the moon rises and i stay by its side for all my life
will the sun never shines on me again
what if the heart mends and the soul betters
will i never know the smile of the morning
will you be betrayed golden sunshine
if the night heals and im whole in my life as it is?
i dont want to change this world
but it cant stay this way forever
Friday, June 25, 2010
dreams
here comes the dawn,
crawling up over my body as voices and noises stir
stay here my love
tucked tightly warm in this desert of heat
warm in this burning fire of fear
stay with me now,
let us never wake
let us never stir as your body rests against mine
rest here now,
in this moment of peace
a break for the war the rages on in my life
you are my oasis come true
you are the man built of dream stuff and clouds
you are the sun coming out in the night,
that i may never fear the dark again...
i love you my golden sunshine
i miss you every second my sky is overcast and you are away from me...
never leave and i will always stay
Monday, April 12, 2010
a beautiful thing (will sp lattr )
to each new morning,
i rise and meet a world with out you.
i miss the smell of your skin,
the corked twist of your grin
the age of your hands
the weathered feathered framing of your eyes,
but tucked safe into my heart
i keep all the beautiful moments of our shared life...
Siting in the kitchen drinking tea,
the happy expression you gave twords me
as i told you tails from my dreams and day
you sat and listened and in
my mind, and in my heart those seconds of time,
make up for all the time apart
they were beautiful moments
where no one told us so,
how to be we were free to go...
i remember laying on the beach
the sand brusling my toes and the wind tickling my feet
and you siting there under the shade of a tree
watching and protecting me...
and that second i saw you seeing me,
it was a beautiful thing...
i remeber so many beautiful perfect seconds of time....
that i could begin to try and list them in this ryme...
but i do know,
that you showed me somethign true
that the memory of beauty
will carry me through, all the may times
and days and years
that you are not here to wipe away my tears....
as we age and begin to decay
its better to remeber the percet memory ofour best and most beautiful days...
Friday, March 19, 2010
shadows and blood ++
Come with me into the shadows of my soul,
find me there a broken doll
Lifeless and cold in the sunless world
Know then, the sun will never rise for us again
And we will spend an eternity here in the dark
I will call out,
But I will never hear you speak my name again
Alone in this cold world to far gone for anyone to save me
I will die this way
For ever forgotten to the world
For ever longing to reconnect
My soul is lonely now…
Come with me into the shadows of my past
find me there with paper skin
Threadbare and empty from to much use
Know then, I will have nothing left to sell
And I will spend an eternity dead inside my delicate frame
I will cry out
But no one will hear my words,
My lips to chapped and my heart to empty to put any life into my lungs.
I will die this way
For ever wishing I was still a poet
For ever dreaming I was still human
My past is empty now…
Come with me into the shadows of my dreams
find me there a child’s sand and glass castle
Shining and flawed in its construction
Know then, I will bring you to this place
And pan will piper us into a forever of illusion where nothing is real.
I will dream,
The darkest nightmare monsters to life…
And we will run forever from them just like I do from the white dragon.
I will die this way
For ever running from the daemons we cant see
For ever hiding under the blankets
My dreams are tainted now…
Come with me into the shadows of my blood,
Find me there a crying god
Rageful and loving in my completion
Know then, I will turn no other cheek
And I will spend forever wishing I had never chosen to with you
I will cut,
And violate my holy temple
Craving out pound after pound of flesh so that I can live a new life with out you.
I will die this way
For ever the only one with my name
For ever tied by contract to the darkest things
My blood is demonic now…
Come with me my child of a man into the shadows,
Look not back from where we began
For it no more is real to this world
Kiss my neck as I slide the needle into my vein
And watch me rattle as I die in your arms
You don’t know me now,
As I seek fill the void of my existence.
find me there a broken doll
Lifeless and cold in the sunless world
Know then, the sun will never rise for us again
And we will spend an eternity here in the dark
I will call out,
But I will never hear you speak my name again
Alone in this cold world to far gone for anyone to save me
I will die this way
For ever forgotten to the world
For ever longing to reconnect
My soul is lonely now…
Come with me into the shadows of my past
find me there with paper skin
Threadbare and empty from to much use
Know then, I will have nothing left to sell
And I will spend an eternity dead inside my delicate frame
I will cry out
But no one will hear my words,
My lips to chapped and my heart to empty to put any life into my lungs.
I will die this way
For ever wishing I was still a poet
For ever dreaming I was still human
My past is empty now…
Come with me into the shadows of my dreams
find me there a child’s sand and glass castle
Shining and flawed in its construction
Know then, I will bring you to this place
And pan will piper us into a forever of illusion where nothing is real.
I will dream,
The darkest nightmare monsters to life…
And we will run forever from them just like I do from the white dragon.
I will die this way
For ever running from the daemons we cant see
For ever hiding under the blankets
My dreams are tainted now…
Come with me into the shadows of my blood,
Find me there a crying god
Rageful and loving in my completion
Know then, I will turn no other cheek
And I will spend forever wishing I had never chosen to with you
I will cut,
And violate my holy temple
Craving out pound after pound of flesh so that I can live a new life with out you.
I will die this way
For ever the only one with my name
For ever tied by contract to the darkest things
My blood is demonic now…
Come with me my child of a man into the shadows,
Look not back from where we began
For it no more is real to this world
Kiss my neck as I slide the needle into my vein
And watch me rattle as I die in your arms
You don’t know me now,
As I seek fill the void of my existence.
Friday, March 12, 2010
tears (a poem will sp latter)
lay here now sweet child
and be a man to me,
hold me now
in this second of inescapable vulnerability
i am weak against your touch
i am crippled in your eyes
and i am heartbroken in your lips.
i am nothing more than a frail doll
made of porcelain and paper mache.
i melt under the rain and i dry to cracking in the sun
so lay here with me
and never let me go.
keep then this memory for when your bruised and torn
keep all my love and horde it all away
because the sun is burning and a storm is on its way
Be a man sweet boy,
grow up now.
theirs no time left and its taken me this long somehow
to say the words
with my lips against your ear
I love you more than my self,
and I regret all my fears.
Hold me as I give my self to you,
In ways so much deeper than the skin
I will lay in your arms and let you watch me cry,
As I feel time is drawing to an end.
and be a man to me,
hold me now
in this second of inescapable vulnerability
i am weak against your touch
i am crippled in your eyes
and i am heartbroken in your lips.
i am nothing more than a frail doll
made of porcelain and paper mache.
i melt under the rain and i dry to cracking in the sun
so lay here with me
and never let me go.
keep then this memory for when your bruised and torn
keep all my love and horde it all away
because the sun is burning and a storm is on its way
Be a man sweet boy,
grow up now.
theirs no time left and its taken me this long somehow
to say the words
with my lips against your ear
I love you more than my self,
and I regret all my fears.
Hold me as I give my self to you,
In ways so much deeper than the skin
I will lay in your arms and let you watch me cry,
As I feel time is drawing to an end.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
a dandylion war yet to be begun (a poem will sp latter)
bring me out into the sun
be the rain and the morning young
be my dreams that are coming true
and id regret that i am falling in love with you.
be the wish my lips do speak
and the lover who is strong but weak
take your hands and trace my skin
you are an artist
writing poetry of our sin
you are my muse my words and my soul
warped up in pleasures in the morning gold
you are the yes and not no and go
you are the everything that i do that's untold
and when the demons come and fight in
you are the voice that brings me back again
you were the memory that tied me to this world
and with out you i might be lost in the swirl
i want to hold you and kiss you again
i want your naked body melting against my skin
i want your sweat, your lust and your fuck
but more than that i want the sound of your love
I dream of your eyes stairing out in the cold
callign and beging me to unfold
I dream of your voice smiling to say
all the words that I dream I will hear one day.
I dream you think im beautiful
I dream you think im smart
I dream that you love me more than at the start
I dream your hands and I dream my skin
and when i wake i dream to find you again
rattle and shake, and break down the wall
you came at a bad time
and you saved us all
I was dieing and weak, i was scared and alone
I had given up on pleasure and happiness and gold
but now i am new and full of life
and you are the reason ive battles the strife
and who would have guessed it would come from a boy
so young and beautiful to cause so much joy
bring me out into the coming sun
let me rest and let me run
give me reasons to stay and i will never leave
i will hold you tight in my sleeve
and my heart will be yours,
if not in whole then in half
and that half will burn bright enough to last
till tomorrow and through today
and possibility even another day.
For you i would an anything
just be like the morning
and set me free to sing.
be the rain and the morning young
be my dreams that are coming true
and id regret that i am falling in love with you.
be the wish my lips do speak
and the lover who is strong but weak
take your hands and trace my skin
you are an artist
writing poetry of our sin
you are my muse my words and my soul
warped up in pleasures in the morning gold
you are the yes and not no and go
you are the everything that i do that's untold
and when the demons come and fight in
you are the voice that brings me back again
you were the memory that tied me to this world
and with out you i might be lost in the swirl
i want to hold you and kiss you again
i want your naked body melting against my skin
i want your sweat, your lust and your fuck
but more than that i want the sound of your love
I dream of your eyes stairing out in the cold
callign and beging me to unfold
I dream of your voice smiling to say
all the words that I dream I will hear one day.
I dream you think im beautiful
I dream you think im smart
I dream that you love me more than at the start
I dream your hands and I dream my skin
and when i wake i dream to find you again
rattle and shake, and break down the wall
you came at a bad time
and you saved us all
I was dieing and weak, i was scared and alone
I had given up on pleasure and happiness and gold
but now i am new and full of life
and you are the reason ive battles the strife
and who would have guessed it would come from a boy
so young and beautiful to cause so much joy
bring me out into the coming sun
let me rest and let me run
give me reasons to stay and i will never leave
i will hold you tight in my sleeve
and my heart will be yours,
if not in whole then in half
and that half will burn bright enough to last
till tomorrow and through today
and possibility even another day.
For you i would an anything
just be like the morning
and set me free to sing.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
truffles and bon bons with a cup of tea
be the dreams of my world
the soft blanket of my nightmares
come and lay with me
in the soft bendy pipecleaner ocean
I will wisper secret desires
that come pouring out from my slumber
of sculpting and molding your body with my fingers
i will dive deep into the pools of your hands
and learn to swim a new...
be here as i charge forward into the forest
i never could see you from the trees
and now, i just want to know you.
for what ever that means
the soft blanket of my nightmares
come and lay with me
in the soft bendy pipecleaner ocean
I will wisper secret desires
that come pouring out from my slumber
of sculpting and molding your body with my fingers
i will dive deep into the pools of your hands
and learn to swim a new...
be here as i charge forward into the forest
i never could see you from the trees
and now, i just want to know you.
for what ever that means
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
pipe cleaners
make me young again,
like i was long ago.
bring life into the dying soul
make the cliter clack of my yesterdays
the sound chiming mole
dig out and root up all the many dreams of gold.
make me vibrant again,
like i remember i was.
bring new rains to dry fields that can
grow grow grow.
the sound of new growth
brings laughter to my soul.
make me stay a wilder for ever
that i will never need to burn out
let me know, now in this moment
I chose to fight my way out!
I will not lay down
and take the coming tide,
I will move forward with power and stride
Oh my little fuzzy friend,
I promises its true,
Its sad it took me so long to remember you.
like i was long ago.
bring life into the dying soul
make the cliter clack of my yesterdays
the sound chiming mole
dig out and root up all the many dreams of gold.
make me vibrant again,
like i remember i was.
bring new rains to dry fields that can
grow grow grow.
the sound of new growth
brings laughter to my soul.
make me stay a wilder for ever
that i will never need to burn out
let me know, now in this moment
I chose to fight my way out!
I will not lay down
and take the coming tide,
I will move forward with power and stride
Oh my little fuzzy friend,
I promises its true,
Its sad it took me so long to remember you.
fire ready aim, the yellow morning
Be like the yellow lit morning in my mind
cream and cool my life
mix and stir making love an aromatic memorie
come to the morning dew,
kiss sweet a new the dandelion fields
of a checkered Cheshire cat.
riddle me 1000 probabilities
and i will solve out the 1000 ways
to gasp...
for life...
as i dive deep into a world which has not been.
rattled in tattled in yesterdays sin
i wait on the coming sun
which promises to make all the roses cry
in the bitter after frost of sensation.
fire, aim, ready
for this new life
for these brief moments
for all that will ever matter in this,
12 seconds of bliss.
run into the open arms of the long seconds of tomorrow
i will have you,
and you will have me.
and in the ever flowing chaos that is life,
be tomorrow for me tonight
and i will thank you.
kiss me gently,
and i will give you all the passion burning n my skin...
be for me the yellow lit morning and i will rise to meet you.
cream and cool my life
mix and stir making love an aromatic memorie
come to the morning dew,
kiss sweet a new the dandelion fields
of a checkered Cheshire cat.
riddle me 1000 probabilities
and i will solve out the 1000 ways
to gasp...
for life...
as i dive deep into a world which has not been.
rattled in tattled in yesterdays sin
i wait on the coming sun
which promises to make all the roses cry
in the bitter after frost of sensation.
fire, aim, ready
for this new life
for these brief moments
for all that will ever matter in this,
12 seconds of bliss.
run into the open arms of the long seconds of tomorrow
i will have you,
and you will have me.
and in the ever flowing chaos that is life,
be tomorrow for me tonight
and i will thank you.
kiss me gently,
and i will give you all the passion burning n my skin...
be for me the yellow lit morning and i will rise to meet you.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
brownies from heaven and cookies from hell
like the yester-days-morrow,
kiss and kick me into the shapes of a man,
so i can love you my dearest song.
Build me for the wars to come
sing me for times to go
Charging over unsated dandelion fields.
I will love you,
My Sacred Goddess,
my forever moon and the tide who comes.
This place is so built of key strokes
and C litter clatter I can no more find the paths that Ive lost
And So no more can I be near you.
and time will come and pass as it goes
we will age and tell war story's of our forgotten woes
I will say one day i till take up again
the treasure fof my heart, the sword who slew them
all the things you were
And the things you dreamed,
The beatnik butter cups
And the dandelion savages
The raving bluebells
And the troll sunflowers
The wild tiger lilies
All come and gone before through you.
Lay down then at this Shrine Goddess and Song,
There is not end.
There is no other world
There is no heavens
There Is no choice….
I can not, not chose to not be Wrong.
kiss and kick me into the shapes of a man,
so i can love you my dearest song.
Build me for the wars to come
sing me for times to go
Charging over unsated dandelion fields.
I will love you,
My Sacred Goddess,
my forever moon and the tide who comes.
This place is so built of key strokes
and C litter clatter I can no more find the paths that Ive lost
And So no more can I be near you.
and time will come and pass as it goes
we will age and tell war story's of our forgotten woes
I will say one day i till take up again
the treasure fof my heart, the sword who slew them
all the things you were
And the things you dreamed,
The beatnik butter cups
And the dandelion savages
The raving bluebells
And the troll sunflowers
The wild tiger lilies
All come and gone before through you.
Lay down then at this Shrine Goddess and Song,
There is not end.
There is no other world
There is no heavens
There Is no choice….
I can not, not chose to not be Wrong.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
16 words: from martin and shin
be as the BAT
perched there on the PILLAR of my youth
SPIKE and prod my heart
for FRIENDSHIP
EARWAX coded candle flames
nip and prick my fingers for HEALTH
burn away my skin like smoldering RUBBER
i want to be SIXTEEN again
not so ROOT bound in this pot
i want to dance on the pool TABLE
RUNNING away from all the tentacle monsters of my past
slurping NOODLES trying, crying to
remember all my many NAMES as i age
as i FUCK as i punch as i bite
not the pink POODLE princess anymore
i am only your SACRIFICIAL goddess
perched there on the PILLAR of my youth
SPIKE and prod my heart
for FRIENDSHIP
EARWAX coded candle flames
nip and prick my fingers for HEALTH
burn away my skin like smoldering RUBBER
i want to be SIXTEEN again
not so ROOT bound in this pot
i want to dance on the pool TABLE
RUNNING away from all the tentacle monsters of my past
slurping NOODLES trying, crying to
remember all my many NAMES as i age
as i FUCK as i punch as i bite
not the pink POODLE princess anymore
i am only your SACRIFICIAL goddess
Sunday, January 24, 2010
love me as you walk to dream
for all the sins of my past,
kiss me tight hold me fast
for all the wrongs of my mind
make me last know your mine
be like wind
be like air,
blow me dreams deep somewhere
be like you've always been
somewhere deep in my darkest sin
touch my body as i sleep,
blow my mind make me meek
tell me all the rules are wrong
break my heart so i'll grow strong
forever and a day you left
and would not let the lovers rest
jealousy and rage ensue
even when i never knew
and now your here next to me
whispering all the things i can not see
and now you here to touch my hand
even in some other land
bridge the darkness and share the pain
and all the world will be like rain
wash away tomorrows sin,
so we will be whole to start again.
You will be my eyes of night
shining in the ever bright
you will wake the sleeping dreams
that scream to remove my angel wings
we will fall to earth reborn even in a mortal form
and all the things we could not do,
you will whisper can be true.
kiss me tight hold me fast
for all the wrongs of my mind
make me last know your mine
be like wind
be like air,
blow me dreams deep somewhere
be like you've always been
somewhere deep in my darkest sin
touch my body as i sleep,
blow my mind make me meek
tell me all the rules are wrong
break my heart so i'll grow strong
forever and a day you left
and would not let the lovers rest
jealousy and rage ensue
even when i never knew
and now your here next to me
whispering all the things i can not see
and now you here to touch my hand
even in some other land
bridge the darkness and share the pain
and all the world will be like rain
wash away tomorrows sin,
so we will be whole to start again.
You will be my eyes of night
shining in the ever bright
you will wake the sleeping dreams
that scream to remove my angel wings
we will fall to earth reborn even in a mortal form
and all the things we could not do,
you will whisper can be true.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
dreamer
dream for me my summers gone,
dream for me my winters kept.
dream and i will remember...
and i will not regret.
I can not regret the cold winds
who came to kiss us there
out under the mirrored buildings
far from others stairs.
I will not regret the almost
that our lips so firmly spoke
I almost loved you
and so my heart almost broke.
time will come and pass us
we will stay the same
the leaves will fall and wither
and our souls will grow weak and lame.
and with our broken heartache
and with our broken soul
we will go on fighting as time
begins to slow
we will be the timeless warriors
we will be the starving saint
we will be the lost and lonely
as the sun drys up and the canvas is left blank
no more colors to paint with
and no more words to speak
dream of me my child
and i will be the keeper of those who weep
dream for me my winters kept.
dream and i will remember...
and i will not regret.
I can not regret the cold winds
who came to kiss us there
out under the mirrored buildings
far from others stairs.
I will not regret the almost
that our lips so firmly spoke
I almost loved you
and so my heart almost broke.
time will come and pass us
we will stay the same
the leaves will fall and wither
and our souls will grow weak and lame.
and with our broken heartache
and with our broken soul
we will go on fighting as time
begins to slow
we will be the timeless warriors
we will be the starving saint
we will be the lost and lonely
as the sun drys up and the canvas is left blank
no more colors to paint with
and no more words to speak
dream of me my child
and i will be the keeper of those who weep
Sunday, August 02, 2009
our wedding vows
L:
be like always
and ever
kiss and hold and love me.
your love.
my love.
our love.
d:
the love we share,
I will be good for you...
and you will inspire me to be better
I will be perfect in your eyes
even with my flaws.
l:
i will change the stars and re-a-line the world
to make room for our love
You give me soil to let me dreams grow
and you give me the will to plant them
d:
be like always,
and ever.
i forgive you.
i forgive you now for ever hurt you haven't caused
and every one will.
l:
I will remember our love
when things are hard,
When the light seems dim and Rage out ways passion
d:
And I will remind You I love you,
Even tho the words don't need to be said
I will smiled while I see your eyes brighten at there sound.
l:
I will always be here beside you,
Because I love you
d:
Always and Ever
I love you.
be like always
and ever
kiss and hold and love me.
your love.
my love.
our love.
d:
the love we share,
I will be good for you...
and you will inspire me to be better
I will be perfect in your eyes
even with my flaws.
l:
i will change the stars and re-a-line the world
to make room for our love
You give me soil to let me dreams grow
and you give me the will to plant them
d:
be like always,
and ever.
i forgive you.
i forgive you now for ever hurt you haven't caused
and every one will.
l:
I will remember our love
when things are hard,
When the light seems dim and Rage out ways passion
d:
And I will remind You I love you,
Even tho the words don't need to be said
I will smiled while I see your eyes brighten at there sound.
l:
I will always be here beside you,
Because I love you
d:
Always and Ever
I love you.
poem - ribbon
were i a ribbon dancing in the wind
would you stop 2 watch me dance
sliding through
around
and within
the fingertips
of your scorn and wrath
as i warped my self within
would you sit and listen
to all the sounds from beginning to end
that you have so long been miss given
and as the sound made great light
and thoughts came to christen
the child that you lost one day
when you let the wind take your last ribbon
were i a ribbon playing in the wind
would you stay and watch me play
would you let your dreams resound
and revisit all the the things they usta say
would you slay the coming stillness
and fan the wind to keep the flow
would you fear the quiet coming
or let go of fear and watch me go
in and out
and falling breezes
these things can never last you say
but in all the world somewhere
there's a wind who begs you play
play and be forgiven
of all sin and of all guilt
go and be a ribbon made from the finest silks
be like the somewhere ever
that you can one day say
if i were a ribbon i would find only joy in every day.
would you stop 2 watch me dance
sliding through
around
and within
the fingertips
of your scorn and wrath
as i warped my self within
would you sit and listen
to all the sounds from beginning to end
that you have so long been miss given
and as the sound made great light
and thoughts came to christen
the child that you lost one day
when you let the wind take your last ribbon
were i a ribbon playing in the wind
would you stay and watch me play
would you let your dreams resound
and revisit all the the things they usta say
would you slay the coming stillness
and fan the wind to keep the flow
would you fear the quiet coming
or let go of fear and watch me go
in and out
and falling breezes
these things can never last you say
but in all the world somewhere
there's a wind who begs you play
play and be forgiven
of all sin and of all guilt
go and be a ribbon made from the finest silks
be like the somewhere ever
that you can one day say
if i were a ribbon i would find only joy in every day.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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