Saint Nicholas

Santa is coming!
I've told him you're good.
So he's bringing his reindeer,
they'll stomp on your roof,
make a big ruckus
with their four dirty hooves.

With a clang and a clammer
he'll come on through
right down your chimney
with a present or two.
Give a big bellow,
a wiggle like jelly,
as he sends milk & cookies
down to his belly.

Then, as quick as he came,
he's off! There he goes!
On to bring joy
to the other good folks.

Stranger,

How do you make me

feel so rotten,

stranger?

With the wind in your lips

you howl; chasing into

my deepest insecurities.

I wave flurries upon myself.

Though you'll never know

just how cold the taste

of conjured wind curls.

Piercing through the fabric,

chilling my veins,

until the seams tear;

Letting out the frosted air.

How do you make me,

stranger?

How do you make me care?

His Majesty

There is somewhere
God is hiding, cowardly.
Left ghosts to dirt
smothering their filthy souls.
Guilty from the Earth the maker had grown.
Temptation planted,
left hungry hearts to feed on poison.
Eat, children.
Taste the guilt.
Consume damned toxin,
inhale the spill.

His majesty has fled,
leaving his children

so ill.

Society's Taunting

Lost inside these tall buildings,
wept with despair;
"Oh, you poor soul."
Nowhere to turn, no place to go.

They are laughing, laughing at the insecurity.
With their big mouths and evil eyes
making that poor soul cry.

Cry until tears become words no one reads.

Until the body fades beneath the dirty paths,
Sinking.

Until, one day when none of it will matter.

When the tears have been claimed by Earth,
as well as the body that spilled them.

And all that is left is the laughter,

and the filthy mouths that made a poor soul cry.

Slam: A Vision

Faith. It's what you believe but what no one lets you see.
Not the ministers, the re-writers, the gardens of Adam or Eve.
This, no, these
are what we come from.
Where our city let our bounty lay;
In hands of orphans.
Orphans given to us from clouds and heavens
where people fell but no one truly lived.
Where a Buddah be cast up to a spirits walk
and roll over in his grave because you call him God.
A righteousness lost.
For, all men seek to have, grab, bury in gold.
But all people see not what they live for.
Holding onto a world that never loved it, because they never loved anything
more than their:
side table, television, green trees made to green wealth;
Green filth.
Take this recognition and make it into not a religion;
a word so filthy it burns the mouths of saints.
Take this vision, and turn it into the wishes,
the ambitions, the soul decision,
to live life, to be right, to let go of all that is vicious.

Hello

Hello.

Had you known I loved you?

Had you known, you would have said

"Hello." right back to me.

You would have turned your head up

and mocked me with a smile.

Because you knew, I loved you.

I taught it to my brain

held it in my palms

& rolled it across my tongue.

& all along,

every breath I took

every part of speech I stuttered

was all an attempt

to say

"Hello. I love you."

Lost; There's No Place Like Home

It is still ugly in my head:

I write the word over again.

It curls all messy, like a dirty mop

cleaning up poodle hair.

Staring straight at me,

I knew this was a mistake...

But my head too stubborn to admit

I need to go home.

Where is this place?

Lost.

I was just stopping by.

Love is:

Love is a window

dirty with leaves.

Left to chip paint;

Found it, no breeze.

Beneath its seal,

grimy from trees;

Mold of the Earth,

swallow overgrown dreams.

Beautifully ugly--

Eyes like amber

gleam beneath glass waves:

shooting through

the window's pane.

& Love 

is a highway

passing through lanes

drowning in silence

this vibrating stage.

Define: LOVE

Feed it all it really wants

kiss it on its head.

Keep it 'til the light burns out;

Until we deem the world dead.

Give it all our flesh can bare,

kick until its numb,

nourish it with colored lines,

scrape it to the crumb.

Hold it 'til it feels no worry,

skip until it coos;

Let it own the futures word,

reciting all we knew.

Love is more than a playwright

a kiss, hello, ado;

Love is beyond the meaning of life;

A human, a me, a you...

More complicated and dramatic

than the writings of solid proof.

Love is not to be foretold

until the world comes unglued.

New Love (for Jessie)

This man

so covered in moss and dirty growth;

He has harbored my heart,

opened my soul.

And I am binding the branches,

cleaning the crevices,

drinking all the muck and mud

to make a new life;

Climb inside.

The hollows are warm and gentle,

sweet and clean.

He is the most remarkable making

I have ever seen.

A shining something

covered in silk

kissing on branches of butterfly milk.

I lie in the grass at his roots just below,

staring to the marvel that stand high above.

And I shout to the treetops,

I am in love.