May 28, 2008

biolumines

the words ran from her tongue to her lips and spilled into her hands like truth, like beauty, like love...

a chemtrail wake of heat and steam...

she knows you long to hear the words that have made you ache for ages...

she has them all, and she knows how to use them...

we are but a fraction of the bigger picture...

and yet, this picture seems so washed out...

you want the reward, but aren't willing to pay the time or effort...

but she...

she is worth it nonetheless...

and you...

should never stop fighting...

to hear those words...

should never stop fighting...

for her....

May 21, 2008

Harsh Times

suck the teet of mother earth
and feel what her wrath feels like
when she's gone bone dry

i'll eat a thousand different animals this year
and i can taste every single one of their squeals

like the screaming of babies
when their fathers ignore them

but daddy is so in touch with mother nature
and he knows how to burn down forests
with the sparks that pour from his ignorant mouth

until he sleeps eternal
he will never know the damage he's caused
and even then
he'll never know
or care quite like he should

it's a lost cause when mother nature is trying to burn us alive
and all i can think of is the memory of a colder climate
when the sun didn't burn like heartache on my arms

daddy's comfortable there
up in those hills
he doesn't need reactions
he doesn't need anything
including me

because he's got all he needs
mother nature

and himself

May 17, 2008

If You Give A Mouse A Cookie

i haven't really been in much of a "writing mood" lately...and to be honest...it's killing me...because i have so much to say...

i want to tell the man i love that he means the goddamn world to me...that i've never felt so much love in all my life...that i haven't been this carefree and happy since i was a child...and not even then, really...that i'm the lucky one...

i want to tell my mother the secrets within my heart...i want to share things with her that can't be shared with those who still are breathing...i want her to share in the happiness i've found, and am still finding...

i want to fill the world with the song of my words...and i want people to listen to what i have to say...and not just wait for their turn to speak...

i want the forgiveness to keep coming...i want the apologies i deserve...and i want you all to know that i'm sorry, too...

i want the kind of poetry in my life that used to keep me up at night...ages ago...when we were real poets...fuck, yeah!...and the meaning was deeper than trying to find something to read for the sake of reading...when performance didn't matter because the words meant something different to everyone...and we were all beautiful because we all...had something to say...

i want my friends to know that i haven't abandoned them...i've been right here, the whole time...it just seems like no one is needing me anymore...

i want the joy of words back in my life...

i want the poets hiding in las vegas to come out of their caves and make me feel real again...

because isn't that all we need?

i need so badly to hear your story...to feel your words wrapped round me like a blanket...to comfort and intrigue me...to help me find my voice that i fear i may be losing to the apathy of the city...

this shouldn't be a cry for help...

this should be a wake up call to those sleeping without dreams...

May 13, 2008

Here's To Your Health

my grandma is cancer free...and i am very very relieved...she's so important to me...and i want her to live decades longer...

reading klosterman in my underwear, unaware of what this day will offer because i've already gotten everything i need and want, and it's barely noon...

the sun rises and the sun sets, and i'm not afraid to live life anymore, because i know something you don't know...

"take it easy"...
"when it's easy, take it twice"...

i'm abandoning my fears and making it a little harder to reach me, because i don't want to be found anymore...

because getting lost is half the fun...

when you've got someone to help cover you...

oh, and i do get lost...
in those chocolate iris' that make my insides turn to liquid...
my heart is poached...
i'm boiled...
and finally to my liking...

there is this thing inside of me that knows...
deep within...
that each and every day after this...
will be okay...

that my heart will not be fed to the ocean any longer...

i will sustain because i am being cultivated and kept...

May 11, 2008

Scorn?

today i watched two snakes devour five mice whole...

with bloody pink noses and soft pink feet falling out of mouths with spike teeth...

i couldn't help feel bad for the creatures...bred to be eaten...

and not even realizing it until...STRIKE!

it's not fair to say..."they should have known better"...

because a predator put in a cage, is still a predator...

and if you're bred to die...you'll get what's coming to you.

May 8, 2008

harder than it looks

i wanted to tell him that he will never have to hurt again...
hold him in such a way that his wounds will always be dressed...

i wanted to make him feel safe...
like i was a heartbreakproof vest...

i wanted to show him beauty through love...
art through honesty and truth...
music through the sweet sounds we'd make together...

i wanted to show you a world you never knew...
because it's all i have to give to you...

i didn't.

i didn't get any writing done tonight because i keep thinking about the poetry you burn into my bare skin...
how the mere thought of your warm body next to mine...
is keeping me comfortable at night...
even through this summer heat...

i'm thinking about how many mountains i can move with you...
and how my heart would fit perfect in your bottom drawer...
it's yours.

it's getting harder and harder to sleep...
when time...
is what keeps me up at night...

i keep wondering when the weather will subside...
and we can play together like the wind once again...

we're flying...