Reborn

Make haste...

I was living for yesterday;

all this time 

I have wasted.

Rebirth my eyes,

& I will breathe for today;

it is the day 

I become infinity,

the day 

nothing touches my body.

My brain feeds my inner purity

& I reach for the stars,

that were always mine.

Crazy Aunt Curry

Nothing

    good...

nothing good ever came

from a branch

stuck 

in the window

of your aunt's house.

Black tangled 

ivy, running

through eyelashes.

Sweating 

lips.

Crumbs

on the soap

of dishes last-night...

Nothing

   good

can come.

A Song for Saturday

So sweet were the branches,

the perches for folks,

who laugh and sing

at thoughtful jokes.

Who sit & give you

all their smiles.

On this simple summer's Saturday.

The Wrongs of Gods In Sheep's Clothing

Before the light, before the rain,

before we had anyone;

They came by Nile during the day

to benefit the wrong-love.

Been versed in violence; held, be vain-

until yesterday came upon them...

Erase Me

I want to be free, like the ocean.

Erase all the salt,

be covered in milk.

Pure white, like oppression.

There is a spot,

it's land.

Yet all I see

is water.

Dense as a sand storm

pulling me  to the bottom;

down

down

into all of its pity.

Letting go

the last breath.

A bubble of air.

I smile

as the sea takes me

in my tangled glory.

& I give it myself.

Thanking me;

my body goes

down

down.

The System

No one cares,

you're a lost cause.

Emptied their wallets,

found no odds.

They say you,

though, I think them flawed.

Embrace your fellow human,

they're all you've got;

In this world of...

malice, hatred, hot -

Forsaken place

money had bought.

See Me

I wish I was made of windows,
so you could see right through me. 
I’m drowning in this muck,
what mud!
& nobody can view me. 
I am, I live,
I love & breathe;
some may say,
A being! 
But tragedy is as tragedy goes,
& nobody believes me. 
So I’ll sit right here & wrinkle my nose 
until you open your eyes 
to meet me.

Grandpa's Root Beer Bar

Somewhere inside,

I am what makes me,

me.

Deep within the joy

of a simple Root Beer,

Icy & cold.

Nostalgia fills my tongue

& I am lost in summertime -

Motorcycle rides,

dripping popsicle on my good shoes.

Empty, maybe - That it be anything of importance;

That  dusty beverage on the shelf.

Well, maybe to someone else.

But here,

somewhere inside,

there is the joy

and what makes me, me.

Post Traumatic Stress

SUBMISS

& I did.

For it is I that hath been beaten

held like a bird by the foot,

cradled by claws

'til my final killing come.

I am a roman numeral IXII,

noises from a past life

take me to the dark side,

& I eat the ghoulish petals

of those poppies gone black.

For nothing else satisfies 

the shadow I harvest inside;

I hold remnants, eaten so unhealthily..

Until I can somehow turn them to gold instead,

but gold is only in their head...

The Deepest Wish

Carry this pocket watch,

my shallow heart's-dream.

I will be grateful

to have ever been seen.

Let Me Love You Full and Loud

Please tell me

the thing you disliked the most about me,

because all I ever asked

was to feel your arms around me.

I let my heart go,

let it abound me,

and now all I'm left with

is a darkness surround me.

I wish you would have let me

be all you knew to be,

I wish I could have become

all you needed.

I crave

for the day

you see my eyes

and ask me to be more than yours,

always for you.

I want to be

someones' everything,

more than I wish to breathe.

I want to make

someone my always,

been waiting

an eternity.

All the ways

you wish to be loved,

I want to make it seen.

Let me love you

full and loud,

then scream your heart at me.

I have lost my knees,

I am weak;

empty heart,

failed thieves

tried to steal

all I am ,

in my mind,

my heart,

my grief -

but no one's seen

and no one's touched

anything

like me.