Sense of Memory
Rose petal fallen to ground
Dead as you are
Not even the flowers given
In your memory last
Leaf from stem to coffee cup
Sip to lips
Taste of residue hits palate
Death tastes fuzzy
Hum hum buzzing refrigerator
Hymnals sung
Echos summoned from memory
Voice distracting mind from studies
Garbage rot in doorway
Stale fish smell
Summers in your garden
Dumpster dives and burning bushes
Senses shape thought of you
Missing you completely
Labels: death, poetry, remembrance
Liquid Poison
a diary entry from thanksgiving:
Nov. 28, 2010 9:08PM
What is this mess I feel trickling down from my mind, through my heart, to my fingertips. It leaves thinly painted trail marks on my arm; my hands shake. It is the weight, the sticky fluid dripping down each strand of hair into my eyes. The liquid poison is every lie binding sight and emotion and thought.
Labels: poetry, poison, weight
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My heart breaks in the night
'Neath shadows of the street lights
Peering through our window sheers
Playing tricks with my eyes
Little fan circulates cool air
Cutting through summer's breath
The white noise camouflages my deep sigh
Of oxygen passing through my hollow chest cavity
Tears flooding my ears again as to
Tunnel through the build up that has so caused
These deaf ears to ignore the forewarnings
Of loving you too deeply...
Labels: brokenness, poetry, summer
rush
rush. rush. rush.
rush hour in the city.
trump tower's glistening above me.
harlem beckons and i come running.
traffic causing creeping progress
my stomach pains,
abdomen suffering stress
i am late again.
and we have barely passed 52nd.
roadside construction,
the true weapon of mass destruction.
avoided subway like the plague,
alas, i wish i hadn't.
city streets, the sea of yellow and black.
street traffic must be the Lord's purgatory.
no redemption found before me,
pray me into harlem's heaven
before my soul is lost forever.
Labels: home, poetry, traffic
baby
you are cruel to anyone who loves you,
you break the backs of those
whose shoulders you chose to rest,
squirm and throw a fit, pouty lips
run away, screaming
forget your mistakes,
you are still a babe, requiring
much attention, coddling and affection
give it a rest now, nap time
is a must to sooth moods,
deep sighs and obviously whines,
refusal to lie and keep quiet.
this changes nothing, our love
is far too indespensible, to see
this union as regretable,
birthed from unexpected stints of
passionate chemical reactions, conversion
from the lack of intimate transactions,
you changed everything, reaching into eternity,
this home will never be my own.
(for adeleigh)
Labels: baby, love, poetry
it's time
it's time to unwind the shriveled up rinds
covering up the essence of you and i
pulling back layers, the core of "us" decaying
we are two reeds swaying weak in the wind
let the games begin, olymipic-esque shouting match
bitter metaphor and hurt's synonyms we attach, meant to thrust
each vernacular blow attacking attachment, if we must
let us break our backs sprinting to an easy solution
one fireproof tactic to break down dissolution
clearing atmosphere in this room's air pollution
yet if truth prevailed and honesty persistent
the works of our hands and the words of our mouths
are so painfully inconsistent, bearing arms of pride
raising up resistence, prone to delusion
given over to emotional prostitution
brokenness and mistrust leading these kingdoms to war
and if we're being really honest, the only way to
settle the score is for one ruler to concede
sending armies into retreat, letting wounds
bleed over and heal, giving up rights,
sending word through ranks for official repeal
i am tired...
every resource of mine dried up, dehydrated into oblivion
more aware of my darkness within, patience growing paper thin
confusion swirling overhead, still unaware of my actual sin
i may show little remorse, my words may be coarse,
my voice may be hoarse, yet i am ready for change
my right to you i estrange, it's bad enough
that our love has more recorded wrongs that rights
our only hope is to step into the Light
(i miss the reflection of your bright eyes)
define the lines between you and i
it's time.
Labels: brokenness, humility, poetry
most
a day of rain and gloom and dread
enter domain with fangs of venom
one moment of impulse was bred
enter my rage into your heav'n
i sink my poison in your veins
bite into fleshly epidermis
with no regard of poison's stain
my weak remorse is Judas' kiss
now fumbling on my words i find
this rhythm of my words unsure
with rage yielded, fury resigned
ascertain now my heart is pure
humility is my refrain
relinquish power to hold you close
when pride is lost, it's you i gain
with sureness that i love you most
(my creative way of saying, "i'm sorry")
Labels: apology, humility, poetry
Presence
Your body heat still in our bed
'Neath covers that were meant to hold
The wasted hours and subtle breaths
Of secrets that remain untold
These pillows carrying your scent
Your presence felt keeps me awake
The longings of my heart unsaid
This silence holds my subdued pain
Absent in body
Present with the Lord
The Lord is Your Shepherd
You shall not want anymore
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A song that I'm currently working on.
Labels: death, love, poetry
o sweet solemn night
o sweet solemn night
how beautiful your air
the worries of my heart take flight
my heart now without care
you freely give the grace to run
my lungs take in your shape
how crisp your curves, beauty undone
from you i shant escape
Labels: poetry, winter
