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I do not see the reason...It starts with a general irritation,
then grows to an inexcusable level of pain.
All I know for that time
is squeezing and releasing
each squeeze as excruciating as the release.
Full and round
Wet and bloodied,
the "unclean" time again.
Am I to remember something?
Or is it just senseless suffering?
Others do not have this... monster
inside of them,
who lies dormant twenty one days
like an apopleptic slaveowner
with an insatiable desire
to cause unbearable agony.
Torturing me from the inside,
like a twisted and evil embryo,
bent on the slow torture
and destruction of its creator.
What can be the meaning of this ?
Why the unimaginable, unrelenting pain ?
What can I learn from this,
O' Lord, who is supposed to be merciful,
loving, and kind ?
How can you watch your child suffer so
much for so long ?
Perhaps you are dead.
Because I would rather be.
gahSpit in my face
blood on my hands
pain in my heart
guilt on my soul
But the magic is here!
Inside of you,
as the fluid runs,
I am healed.
Best Dad EverDad:
The "Chick" lady. Hows it going... think we could possibly start some sort of talk ? Throw it if you need to , I can take it, If theres nothing to throw, them Praise GOD, you have no "strongholds" against me. You look pretty in your picture, This has been a great loss for me, but, I must... MUST go on. Love you Dad.
Lexi: I will not have this conversation with you in the public sphere.
Dad: Ahhh.... That answeres my question. And I understand. Thanks for being candid. Love you Dad
Sphere.... Cool word.
O.K. then when ? You think I just somehow went " Forgot all about her" I hope not, I truly by honor of my LORD, think of you and Eli each and every day since I last saw you both. Hello ? Thats, called LOVE. Otherwise, I would not. Right ?
o Hm. Not sure what to say. Are you asking me if I think that you love me? Who knows? i don't. And frankly, I don't care. I did at one point, not anymore. Why should I answer your demands of conversation with me? I have no need of y
A Farewell to FakeIt shouldn't hurt, but it does.
I shoudn't care, but I do.
You shouldn't matter, but you do.
Yep, I'm a human being, with feelings, and all that stuff.
No, I'm not an ice princess.
I'm just a person who tried to be a friend.
But you don't give back, you only take.
I am not useful to you anymore, I get it.
It's my problem now.
You, not YouI am tired of chasing
these petals on the wind
I grow weary of climbing
this jagged, rocky slope.
So what to do?
When one is exhausted
from the push and pull
of the smoky phantoms?
The answer, it seems
is quite simple, yes.
If you want the top
of the mountain,
If you seek the fabric
of the breeze,
You must find it within
Behind the one that sees.
So its been AwhileSo its been quite awhile now,
since we've seen each other last.
Forgive me if I fail to bow,
Respect for you has long passed.
But here you are; just the same!
Once again playing the old game.
I once thought things could change,
You'd show up, and we would play,
Be so happy that we'd seem strange,
And not stop laughing all damn day!
But reality hits like an ice cold shower,
In your presence, I'd rather cower.
No comfort, no courage, no safe place to hide.
Only angels and spirits to be my guides.
No laughter, no smiles, no fun to be had
When I've got someone like you for a Dad.
Just a BrawlGreen, Blue, Black, Red,
I don't really want you dead.
Yellow, Purple, Orange, White,
It's just so much fun to fight!
Hard, Sticky, Soft, Slick,
Power flows with every lick.
Punch, Smash, Hit, Pound,
As we end up on the ground.
Cry, Scream, Laugh, Rage,
A crazed animal behind a cage.
Win, Tie, Forfeit, Lose,
We've forgotten that we can choose.
Let's Make Something BeautifulLet's make something beautiful today, my dear so sweet and smart,
For the sun has risen again, and surely this calls for Art!
Do not let yourself worry about color, form, or line, today,
There are somethings you cannot get wrong.
And if you get discouraged amidst your creative foray,
Just change what you've made into a loud song!
And sing for the world to hear,
Even from the rooftops!
Let the notes touch every ear,
Louder than a rude ol' boombox!
For, surely as the days is long,
Your anthem will lift these hearts.
And at the end of your sweet lively song,
I'm afraid that's when we must part.
So I'll lift my arms up to the sky and say,
What a beautiful thing you've made today!
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
Unseen JoyHow beautiful is life?
More than my skills at prose can convey.
Light dances all around me,
Yet I remain in the darkness,
And I cry out for the divine.
Love flows throughout my being,
Yet my heart stays stubbornly closed,
While I wonder why it hurts so much.
I see you laughing, dancing, singing.
So beautiful, I go into ecstasy.
Then, I laugh.
For, while I had forgotten you were there,
And cried out in despair for your touch,
Behind all of it,
you were right here with me, around me, in me,
Wondering why I was carrying on so much!
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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