Control

The electricity from our touch should be enough to ignite the sun.

Like twin comets in the sky your eyes burn brighter then any other star in my night.

Commit to the pouring rain,
my tears wash my fears away,
I have no regrets,
only hope remains.

You are my planet and I am your moon,
my life isn't true unless it revolves around you.

Treasure (A love poem)

A caravan of camels carrying precious cargo across the dessertsands,
gifts for a queen who's rival beauty remains unseen.

I ride the lead camel just as I am,
with only my to give,
and to you it is given completely.

For without you I'm but a stump in the ground,
surrounded by darkness comforted only by the cold.

Enter you,
pushing aside the leaves of the other trees,
showing me the light.

Planting your seed and watering me regularly,
so my love for you could grom.

Of all the rare and amazing jems to find,
my heart seeks yours,
the treasure of my life.

BBQ

Come feel the heat rise,
take a drink from the water,
steal a prize.

It's a barbaque I said,
the notion left an impression,
footprints in the sand.

I cried and you never knew,
without warning it turned,
plates served hot with food.

A wave crashed and washed away what I drew,
the last plate came to me but it had no food,
something clicked in the distance and that's when I knew.

The game was up.

All that was left in the sand was a message,
the same that was written on each plate,
and from the water rose a monster that couldn't be.

I laughed at it as it came near,
I knew it would come to kill me sooner or later.

I whispered to it just befor it grabbed my arm,
"I love you"

Anti-clear

Anti-clear version new,
the sun packed version now with the moon.
Too much bright for your eyes,
filled with enough light to make you cry.

Delusional ramblings from the priest,
the words you understand he doesn’t speak.
A tried and true method of fun,
sing his words and his words are song.

Seeping silently in through a nook,
light always finds a way to ledger your book.
Words written on the pages you see,
words that scare you make you clatter your teeth.

Sweet Surrender

Soft focus,
time stands still,
your eye’s resting on mine

A love no one else knows,
couldn’t get it from a pill,
sweet soft skin touches me

Kisses must follow,
because I lack the will,
haven’t slept for days

I’d just dream of you if I did,
Dream it up just the way we are,
Couldn’t wish for more

I just want to hold you in my arms.

A poem to read over again.

Plumbers butt,
the crack in an ass I find,
when I look hard enough.

Four rocks sit on a sill,
one for scratching,
one for biting,
one to kill.

Light shines between to rocks on a sill,
like the crack of an ass,
one rock smells bad,
one rock looks good,
another rock has blood on it,
but the forth rock isn’t there.

Red splatter on my drapery,
the shower curtain rod in the toilet,
no more shower curtain on it.

A body lies in the tub,
the walls echo a story of pain,
a rock was involved,
one hole in the tub,
draining blood,
where a bullet went through.

A rock sits downstairs,
covered in blood that stains the carpet,
with a crack running through it.

Ichu

Faded looks that don’t glance back,
passed in the hall traveling from,
places needed not have been visited,
not feeling okay.

Foil covers a more sturdy structure,
something they call art,
shines against the faded faces,
maybe they’re not art in the dark.

He told me once,
you’ll make a great this or that,
good thing I listened to him,
don’t want to know what’s worse than this.

Is my life that bad?

Don’t be a fool,
don’t act mad,
I love what I do,
though it’s nothing at that.

Spin, spin like a golden tree,
what does it mean?
If you ask me then I’d think about it,
so chill.

Arrow flies, shoots like the pain of a splinter,
things die, but not because an arrow hit them,
causes unknown, people ask too many questions,
my mind’s blown, so with that this stanza has ended.

The answer is a turtle,
yes, that’s how I will reply.
You ask what it means and I tell you a turtle,
now your heart has sunk and you don’t know why.

The end.

















I’m sorry I lied,
the end would too short if I ended it that way.
So with a proper and unrehearsed line,
I bid you farewell with nothing to do.

Deep Ravine

Tracks left behind by an unknown beast,
I follow them like a hunter on the trail.
These tracks lead somewhere new I tell myself,
touching the earth and smelling the leaves.

Much of it’s trail is easy to spot,
this creature doesn’t worry about being followed.
Perhaps another beast is it’s pray,
being followed just as I follow you today.

The search quickens and the trail get’s hot,
the beast that I’m tracking is just up ahead.
Running with anticipation and lust,
The chase makes me crazy and puts strange things in my head.

You were all I wanted,
now I’m not sure what to do,
everything I’d ever hoped would happen,
it was always supposed to happen with you.

A monkey swings from a tree,
I’m surprised and run off the trail.
Falling into a deep ravine and losing myself completely,
My mind rebuilds it’s self while I redesign me.

Who am I today?
This isn’t right being so different everyday.
I gentle tear rolls down my cheek and I talk to myself like I’m crazy,
I reply to myself out loud “maybe”.

Forever passes while I regain my strength,
the days are long though I remember none of them.
Strange thoughts always passing through my mind,
Separating myself from me and direct the thoughts at him.

If it’s not you I’m supposed to be with,
not you I’m to spend my days and nights holding tight,
growing old with until nothing remains but sandpaper and wax,
If not you,
then who?

Intense

I am the word telling the action,
which creates the cause of the effect.

With passing judgment I,
commit to happen what should have been.

You being of sound body and mind,
react how it is that you do effecting me,
the cause of you.

No noun knew now,
just what I should call you...

Eve of pin drop, sound of the world

Life pressing, it’s a Jesus hairball.
Optical illusions transforming into microphones.
The world just wants to listen to music.

Creative lions, paint in his nose.
Prey turns on one another giving the audience a real show.
Can’t stand to watch this anymore, reality is just to slow.

Chicken wings, taunt them with goat.
Fly’s in my soup stir it for me but eat it I won’t.
The walls are sticky here so spiders don’t need ropes.

Catfish.
How does that fit into the works of all of this?
Is something swimming towards or without?

I cry, very slowly a fin comes out.
Stupid cat ate my fish and spat it out.
Can’t remember the name I gave it anyhow.

Yak, a heard sound distant and loud.
This is where the Devil turns cold and borrows into the ground.
No one wants to know what goes on in my head, so don’t hear me out.

Tyrant

I, Tyrant.
Terrorizer of what is good, pure, and full of light.
Plague to those who know me and doom to those who don't.
Burner of crops that feed life and destroyer of life that grows crops.

A, walnut.
Tactful servant of the walnut tree, birds, and squirrel like.
Fruit to those who would eat it and doom to those who might be allergic.
Seed to future Walnut trees and seed to it's self from it's future as a Walnut tree.

The irony.
A tyrant shadows the lands from above, below, and under the sea.
Pillaging all that there is and leaving none for the weak.
Amidst all of this the young Walnut does sleep and grow with destiny upon it.

An end.
The tyrant nears the peak of his reign, his terror, his rank.
Taking to a group of traders on route and falling hard upon them like a bird that cannot fly.
The mighty Walnut falls from it's place and hits the tyrant in the back of the head.

Goodbye

A single tear crawls up my brow,
I hang here like a possum but I don't know how.

Something inches close to me,
everything is clear but I still cannot see.

I open my mouth to speak but no words come out,
they can't understand what I'm talking about.

Then she stands to walk away,
I restrain my tear this time for her sake.

As she leaves in my mind I tell her that I love her and wish her goodbye,
I know she will never understand but neither will I.

Inner Battlefield

A coin toss,
the coin lays still in mid air,
a future undecided awaits those who survive.

From across the waters the enemy shows themselves to no one,
arrows that do no real harm but sting you where they strike,
fear must be overcome if we are to last through the night.

Something amiss,
cards are blank,
what are we playing with?

The wounded and the dead return to their home,
though it's unclear how they continue to stand,
victory and defeat are ours in the fight against no one.

Looking deep,
seeking answers,
who are them?

It's like I was fighting no one,
throwing spears and casting arrows,
the battle raged on but what was I firing at?

No one knows,
no one will,
no one was there,
I fought them still.

In yesterday...

Troubled spaces,
Fortified lines.
Aerodynamic traces,
Find yourself in lost time.

Need be in another place,
Show it clearly in another way.
For if you can when the race,
No prize for you either way you pay.

Creative mind fog,
Bog down the brain.
Train thoughts to not escape,
Shape a new reality.

Childish feelings fade,
Tears not of joy make waves.
Monstrous hate flows through veins,
Laughter dies in a terrible way.

Darkness comes bringing fear,
It won't take me but rather leave me here.
Staring into the black of night,
Feverish rage overcomes me now.

Swinging wildly at the air,
Forever passes as if I care.
Sitting down to rest myself,
I've now lost the fight.

I lay down on the cold ground and fade into the night.
When morning comes there's nothing of me to be found.
The people cry and look for me all around.
Truth is it doesn't matter either way.
They wouldn't care anymore even if I was found.
Considering the moment a little longer I decide it's time to stop thinking as well.