Posted: April 15th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, bitterness, misery, poems, schadenfreude, selfishness, send a message | No Comments »
send a message to the unborn child
keep your eyes open for awhile
your hatred blinds me like
a flash of lightning light
you blinded me. and the clouds
set in the lenses
please kill me before i bring you
into this life
3 seconds to drag a blade
across this windpipe, gagging
your motions falsely empathetic
my baby lays in ignorance
of your hatred for me
you hated me. and the storm of your emotions
precipitates this death
in me. i wish i could give you
a resolution to your pain
and fall upon you gracefully
as sweetly as the rain
billowing in vast centers
3 seconds to slide yourself
into my body, crying
your emotions falsely empathetic
my suffering, your heart to wear
triumphantly like a boy scout badge
you conquered me, our suffering
that which you truly loved
Posted: April 13th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, brittle, cage, fertile, naive, poems, vulnerable | No Comments »
you can break open her
brittle heart with a
steel mallet and you’ll find
a soft core, a gushy center
a wet inside into which, you may
dive your body and your eagerness
to spill some life into and
watch it grow
just don’t turn away
call it misfortune
Posted: April 9th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, admiring, misplaced worship, poems, suckling | No Comments »
suck it up, my love
each toxin the city
emits, permitting
your poisoning, giving your consciousness
little kicks
don’t blow it back at me
suck it up, my love
strength is absorption
write a poem
create a crafty cancer, of
wit and wisdom
you are strong enough to
hate yourself again
not me
hate you, not me
Posted: April 1st, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, back to, back too, fifteen, poems, the devil, XV | No Comments »
to be the fool my friend
the devil you don’t
come back again
love don’t change me now
because i like who i’ve become
helper to many. lover to some
i know where i stand
“its” true
god and i have faith in you
guiding me slowly
what we went through
you’ve got to help
fight for me, lead me
so the devil don’t lead me
back to you
Posted: March 15th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, double-faced, late snowfall, march, poems, spring, winter | No Comments »
whittle away these sharp
quill pointed defenses and
you’ll find a child with a
more pointed mind and a
wit overpowering that will
send you running with your
back hunched, cowering
each time you abuse me
somehow, i end up
flowering.
but, bruises are still
on the fruits of my tree
can’t eat them, they don’t taste
good to me
and they’re black and ugly
and i bruise too easily
so chew on my bark
but leave the fruit to me
please
or peel off the skins of my peaches
and suck on its juices
you underestimate how deep
your love reaches
give me winter, and i’ll give you
a quick spring
however, sustaining is the thing
and march will bring more snow
keep bracing for that
winter wind to blow
i know, you arent finished yet
Posted: March 14th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, dreaming though, new york, poems | 1 Comment »
to set aside for you and me
a big red jeep like i used to own
approaches the corner in the front
of your home
i wonder in silence
why it suits you
it drives into the darkening fog
i’ve lost track of time
i just know i’ve been here
feeling the sky get bigger
with each blinked off tear
love you so much i’d wait
for you call and it be too late
cars passing by, flattening incoming fireflies
street lights turn on, sun gets low
am dreaming though, am dreaming though
Posted: March 12th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: Verse | Tags: 2004, bound, death, inversion, Knotted Rope, knowing, poems, pressure | No Comments »
he doesn’t know that he does it
my body his beauty
inside me he dictates
the most implicit
hope
are gods this uncommited
to their personal heaven
i shouldn’t ask that question
his body is my engine
ties me inside him
with a knotted
rope
consequences of my loving him
my eyes are watering
crying, beside him
he is loving me gently
crying inside him
his love isn’t growing
it is as constant as me
envelop me
or i might
choke
this submersion is fresh water
fresh water, my love