You will see
times face turning, arms swinging
too tired not to sing
these quiet love songs
words that mean nothing
but everything
I want you too feel
the poetry for yourself
of yourself
everything connected
always all ways
patently paitently incorrect
just like me.
inconstant truths
These are just words, the truth is how you make me feel.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Love threats
Get it all wrong
Be alright anyway.
Don't tell me love is just another word;
the only reason we have words give voice to this thing that posses us.
And we never will, not all of it, not completely
because if we could it wouldn't be Love.
Not really.
Be alright anyway.
Don't tell me love is just another word;
the only reason we have words give voice to this thing that posses us.
And we never will, not all of it, not completely
because if we could it wouldn't be Love.
Not really.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Life's betrayal
breathing sleeping dreaming in
my body breaking
sorry
for all the mess
the sounds and the smells too close to be my own anymore
desire itself
of and for being
here and there
and everywhere
as you kiss me
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Deaths Ghost
lurching through hallways
The wheels go clunk
and everything
I do wrong
is wrong
an unforgivable unlovable feeling
of my immeasurable sadness
closing her fingers around my heart
sure at last
of the one thing
I never wanted to know.
The wheels go clunk
and everything
I do wrong
is wrong
an unforgivable unlovable feeling
of my immeasurable sadness
closing her fingers around my heart
sure at last
of the one thing
I never wanted to know.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Godless Promise
Let me fall down
and my heart break
so that the world can get all the way inside me.
Let me let go of holding on
and sadness frame this grief
without your name.
And I will love the life of my death
all the way back from eternity to you,
to the time the clocks will never tell
disordered perfectly
as if nothing always happened
just like this.
and my heart break
so that the world can get all the way inside me.
Let me let go of holding on
and sadness frame this grief
without your name.
And I will love the life of my death
all the way back from eternity to you,
to the time the clocks will never tell
disordered perfectly
as if nothing always happened
just like this.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
till death himself grows old
And if there was anything I could still say and still mean it
Heaving heart to grasp a hold of everything I could ever want
If I could pause the world and show you how to feel
deaths gentle hand fingering through, the things I believed
insistently echoing that first breath again and again
Riding the ravishing tiger of time right through me.
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