Friday, February 25, 2011


Long I have watched the reflection
That you cast of me
& it is accurate, and honest
Suggestions of action against me
that are true, and real

I sit entranced watching myself as the construction
And ponder the detachment that you must feel
How long has your road been?
How hard you must have suffered to get there
your hurt is beautiful
As I am just another gear
Cast into a coil of cogs that I cannot escape
How free you must be in comparison
And how trapped I am

 to be able to touch the earth in ten steps
to breathe the frosted mountain air in ten minuets
to be forgotten in ten seconds

but your reflection makes this not so, it captures me forever
under a psychological jar, where I never develop or grow or heal
concepts that you have come to master
inflicted accurately
I wish that I could make you come
So you could hear my true voice
when all the words have evaporated
After all the sound and the fury to see how I stand
But you are not of this realm
You are unlike me
& it is in its way so beautiful, & poetic, & elegant
pure as the element you became able to master
display the fervor and power of yourself manifested
within spiraling coils of flame

to admire the torch of your being from a distance
because I am addicted to the risk of that which I cannot conquer
though I seek synergy above all things  

I sometimes wish I could make you come
In The blue emollient hour
You could see what it means to be of nature
Of the growth that hides the spark I possess
Even through my doubt, I could divide this once more
But the truth is a stark banner
there can be no growth where fire still burns


Sunday, February 13, 2011


Behind this completely broken circadian rhythm
is a desert where tears are commodities
where children are looked at with feint curiosity
against dilated obsidian and absent questions
infected with an envy for perfection
dunes of disenfranchised  and disconnected
when respective humanities leak from passive eyes
 admiringly dumbfounded with those actions
I question the depth of my desires as bodies of water
Realms of great thought echo through my human
Continuing to seek a precipice that defines their existence

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

String of Steel Pearls

I wrap you around my knuckles
I hide within your embrace
The destruction of my extensions
I let explode upon your face

will you still tread Upon me
attempt to push me underhand
crush that which I have created
so that I might ‘understand’

have you seen how fat you are?
And slow within your mind
Your thoughts have become so lazy
And your actions so unkind

Long I have spent the water
To let this place decay
The tyranny of your behaviors
Bleaching the fading day

cower before your father
Like the runt that you became
Under the wrath of my violent hand
That will treat you all the same

 Nothing is ever recurring
Like those comforts I never knew
dark nights where you hide your shame
With that heart that never grew

And vacantly I say hello
Detached as anything can be
I know the perverse truth
How you could never see

within the myriad of things
whose value escaped your eyes
those acute angles eviscerated   
the fabric of all your lies

where I once sought the synergy
I now seek only the infection
Of those clouded memories
And that distorted recollection

As you cut back all the tendrils
Where I sought to help you grow
You deserve the misery you planted
Within the treason of my flow

In the fading nightmare
That they fought so hard to keep
phantoms wait so surely
for a mind that remains asleep

because your slipping under
as the riptide and the shore
I will never forget who you were
Or how you sought for more

I could have done better
With support Instead of fists
 As your concern for me exploded
In bitter little trysts

it made me strong and hard
chains of folded steel
Repeatedly you crushed my hopes
And ground them into meal

I took the talc of my hopes
buried them in the sand
I may always walk alone
But I’ll do so as a man