Some Poetry

Some Poetry

I wrote you some poems. I'll keep them here for you.

All writing contained in this blog is my own original work unless otherwise stated.

Copyright © 2012 - 2014
In this muggy August heat
This relentless 
Humidity 
She sticks to me 
Even more
Thoroughly 
Than she usually
Would

I sing without inhibition
With concern for no opinion
And she sings
Jeff Buckley 
With me

Hallelujah, Lover 
Psyches on the mend
Hallelujah, Lover 
This night shall 
Never
End

In this muggy August heat
This relentless
Humidity
She sticks to me
Even more
Thoroughly
Than she usually
Would

I sing without inhibition
With concern for no opinion
And she sings
Jeff Buckley
With me

Hallelujah, Lover
Psyches on the mend
Hallelujah, Lover
This night shall
Never
End

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Anonymous asked: You are magical. <3 Spread the love. <3

What’s with the anon hate?  

I want to tell you
You are free
But you are not
Behind you drags a chain
The length of a wedding train
And everyone has turned out in
Congratulations
But they’re hanging their black jackets up in the back
Kicking off their black shoes
They’re laying out their slacks flat
In preparation for
The next celebration
They’re hanging all the flowers out
To dry
Preparedness can come across as eagerness and
Indistinguishable things are often just
The same thing

I want to tell you
You are beautiful
But you are not
The corners of your eyes are crusted with the remnants of a blissful slumber but
The palms of your hands are those of a working man
Or a soldier
Decay rides your breath and
Your right shoulder sits higher
Than your left
You were
Created in the image of a vengeful,
Jealous god

Pretty Please


They can’t tell where or why or how or when but
They can assure me everything
Will be OK if
I just do my part
Just did my part paid
Taxes paid dues paid late fees
And interests,
Principals,
Etc…

Learned to kill and to avoid being killed in the name of
In the name of
In the name of…
We’ll get back to you on the name
Hurry,
Hurry up,
Hurry up and wait -
My patriotism unquestioned in
Unquestioning uniform in
Unrelenting uniformity
But one man’s terrorist
Is another man’s journalist and
We need free thinkers,
We need minds spoken and
We need the fucking crowd to disperse -

Remember,
You can be anything you want to be
So long as you picked from the list
Of preapproved specialties
That’ll be
The next fifteen years of your life,
Pretty Please

flashlightcityblues:

AMERICAN CHAOS
one million murderers crash on the eastern shore of an occupied nation never forget that handshakes were originally a way of indicating that you were unarmed…

Boom

flashlightcityblues:

AMERICAN CHAOS

one million murderers crash on the eastern shore of an occupied nation never forget that handshakes were originally a way of indicating that you were unarmed…

Boom

For Hire

If you would,
Please,
Half a cup
Of your finest,
Blackest,
Decaff
Sludge
Not cold but
Just below steaming
I’ve grown old
And reluctantly
Into this unshakable feeling
Fill me,
Styrofoam and wanting
A myriad of litanies,
Volume turned down
I’m blue-faced
In a black-and-white
Silent
My kicks against that which confine me
Repetitive and rattling my bones
To microscopic fractures
Reduced to single 
Onomatopoeia
White on
Black
Exclaimed - 
I’ve been helplessly afloat
And only moderately aware
My makeshift craft
Enough surface area to support myself,
And my baggage
With no room left
For agriculture
The reduction,
I’ve been hunting and gathering,
I’ve been threading my fingertips through the passing current
I’ve been enticing sharks and
Charming snakes
For Hire

And oh, I never meant to become so cynical.  

Poetry
Hanging from the tattered edges where
In haste and desperation I ripped
Pieces from my torso
To make room
For you

Poetry
In the effort to find the bleed,
To clamp the artery
To replace the bitter parts of me
With those that can fend off darkness
(while I feed
off darkness)
-
And the light is
Only a fleeting reminder that nothing
Is forever
That all goes dim
All roofs cave in
And flames,
No matter how bright,
Illuminating
Burn out to leave behind
Ashes
And the night,
And you’ve lost that which was
Set alight in the name
Of finer vision but
Such is the case
When transferring
Energetic states

Poetry
In the shivering between my arms
That used to be your arms
And between my sheets
That were ours
Where we made love I
Make believe in a place
Where I’ve the strength
To breathe
With the weight
Of my mistakes
Scarred across my chest
Scrawled across my chest

Bet on the wrong horse
Thrown shoe
Broken leg
Ground
Glue

The dancing monkey
Fed
The three circus rings were
Each,
The crown of a balding head -
Directing attention to,
Left to right you
Will find
My falling in,
My tumbling ‘round
My inevitable falling out
Of love
With everything
Everyone
Every
One
Minus one
Is nothing

The happy ending
Filed away behind
Profit and loss statements
And assorted allergies.
After so long of being sick of
Now just sick
Period
Goodwill comes in a can,
Bottle,
Mylar bag
Boiled and ridded of external influence,
Predation peppered
With charitable deeds,
Advertised
In magazines,
On television screens

Can speak
Without moving mouth
Can carry on entire conversations
Without speaking

I will be forever heading
Home
Sick
Into your arms,
Open -
I will be forever
Holding you against yourself and
Against ourselves and
Warming myself
By the friction
I will be forever
Drowning in your depth
Cursing any savior
I will be your
Sacrifice
Without condition

I will be a slave
A tenant
Of a prison
Hoped for
I will be a past,
Learned from
A present,
Adored
A future
Well prepared for -

I will be forever
Fighting the urge to cut pieces of me
From inside of me
And give them to you