Stealing Summer's Breath

The ailments of wand’ring eyes,

incessantly searching for their

home attached to the lobes of

a brain worthy enough to see 

what they have seen. For they

have no place to stay when the

rains of life wash away the lubrication

keeping them greased and hearty

as they trek through the lush forests,

arid deserts, boundless tundras, abysmal

oceans, fortified clouds, and walk across

the surface of stars seeking their 

meaning in the bottomless void of a life

bestowed upon them against their wishes.

Burst from the womb

with a rose tucked behind 

my ear and a collar kissed

with the lipstick of blonde 

dame cast with an iron lung

and a copper dress. My hair

was gray and thin, growing

color and girth as the years

topple upon this heap of 

cigarette butts and dashed dreams

staining the glistening fibers of

platinum star dust bundles.

Born with a pen in hand,

wielded as a sword to slay 

the gentiles who resist the

word of revolution. From the

day that my lustrous toes

dug their hooves into the sand

of the crust of the earth my

heart has been set on setting

forth the metamorphosis; 

man and mortal to plant and portable.

An inter-dimensional spirit 

caught in the tendrils of time.

Death sings the tunes

of symphonies of stars

crashing like symbols in

the sky. Marauding the

archaic eardrums of 

the infinitesimal birds

chirping about empty 

space. Each octave of

revelation numbs the nerves

and purges the life 

from words with a simple

tap on the front of a

wooden soul. For the

song of death is foretold

by our fathers when we

jump from the nest into

the chasms of the cosmos.

We are warned from day one;

don’t take your chances

with your ears fixed on

the sounds of silence.

Troubled

with the thought of

leaving behind

what I never held

firmly enough to

call mine.

A few screws loose, 

a bolt gone missing

in action,

pressure valves

overflowed with

the inflammation of a

swollen thumb

and lacerations ravaging 

my lungs

I’ve sewn up the perforations in my slowly beating heart

with the chips of bone falling from my spine. Cleaned up

the mess of misconstrued intentions and lapped up the 

excess blood and stress with my veil of skin; staining myself

for the shortcomings of others. Now I lay here pumping 

fragments of who I was through my derelict veins, praying

that the architecture of my shadow can support the

dead weight of a shattered ego.

I’m vacationing in Budapest and Prague for the next week and a half or so.

I’ll try to post something when I can, but this will be a severe drought from my usual dashboard spam.

Enjoy your week, and leave me a message if you wish to talk. I love you alllllllllllllllllll!

And when I find that I am alone

I wrap the arms of memories

living and dead, around my chest

and let their thoughts flood my

lungs. Patiently and on my own,

I will die by the hands of my past.

This is the price you pay for loss of control.

This is the vengeance sought for being yourself.

This is the firing squad for reverting back to mortality.

This is what you get when you transcend humanity

and foster a god like form among the masses.

For when you fall away from this image of perfection,

the better half of logic’s misconceptions, you receive

your dues paid in full.

With a fist full of secretive pigeons,  straight to the gut.

Batting their spiting wings in the folds of your stomach,

clawing their ignorant little talons into the undersides

of your skin, and hauling you away by the skin of your ears

to a cellar full of rotten feathers and the new pages of an old bible.

This is what you deserve, for doing the right thing at

the wrong time.

A sucker

for morning dew

thinning out promises on

the cracked lips of

the earth.

________

Behold, the

guise of the squandered;

covering his

face in piles of

soaked grass and ash.

________

Hiding secrets

in the hues of the

sunrise; the crooked nose

of a battered

star. The bittersweet

touch of wasted raindrops

have blown their

last sour kisses his way

My thoughts run deeper

than my wounds, constant streams of

conscious blood within.

Cheekbones like cliffs, jagged 

like the piercing glares shot from

the clouds occluding the soul behind

your eyes. Hair draping your face like

a thin veil to cover what lay beneath.

Fingers tapping impatiently the rhythm

of your heartbeat; passion unbridled, 

lust unrestrained. Lascivious sweat droplets

dance in the palms of your hand as the

entice my withering soul to enter the

pits of fire surrounded by burning coals

and lacy clothes. As my hands trace 

the stars aligned on the undersides

of your skin I uncover the other perspective

of interlocking souls with the vulnerability

of a lecherous man. The carnal desires of

a virtuous man, the ecstasy of touching heart valves.

The hairs lining my spine stand as I enter

the diamond gates of your crowned skin.

Anger searing its name across his forehead,

a burn mark on his legs for each time he

bit his tongue and burst his argument.

In his rage he finds himself trapped,

anguish gripping his core with frigid vines,

strangling the fight from his veins.

A crown of bruises, a rosary of lost teeth;

Falling from reality into the comforting arms

of rage

What I would give to

simply atone for what I’d 

done. But you’ll never

forgive someone for something

they could not possibly stop.

You thought you had it right.

You thought the answers were all there,

you thought yourself too blind to see it.

You thought you were too dumb and in love

to notice what had been looming overhead

and warning you from day one. You thought

you had it made, you thought you were number one.

You thought I was the one. You thought me as 

the rising sun emerging from the insecurity

of the morning light. You thought me as the one

for brevity; shedding off the extra pounds just 

to keep it simple. You thought I wouldn’t run.

But I did.

Now the hammer falls upon my skull, purging out

the hurt you felt when I decided I could no longer

scrape out the remains from within myself. And when

I decided to restock and repaint the walls I had

torn down, you thought I was a liar. You thought

I had used your bones to surround myself in a 

personal death trap of reticence and disrespect for

the bodies of the youth. 

Now that we are both alone, gone along our separate paths,

the mistakes you think I’ve made have been leading

an invisible cavalry charge and laying siege to

my barricades. For I have chosen the path of

self preservation, and avoided direct eye contact with

the stars and nebulae you cry. In my desperation,

I’ve left you empty and heartless. Bitter and enraged. 

But to what do I owe you the gift of a welcome mat

on the front door of my soul? For what reason do you

believe that you are entitled to wrapping your fingers

around the strings of my heart like a marionette? 

You thought you had control. You thought you had

me all figured out. But you forgot to take into account

that I too, have a heart severed and torn. I too,

require the cathartic touch of a caring love. 

To better myself, I have destroyed you. 

But to better you, I would have eliminated the hopes

of a better tomorrow in favor of a happier past.

I’ve sealed the briefcase, payed the bills, and stuffed

my mouth with as many mismatched socks and love

poems as I could so I could finally prove to you that

if it takes the loss of my voice and the dissolution of

my dreams to prove to you that what I say is what I mean,

then It’s safe to say you’ll find me laying on your bathroom

floor with with a back riddled with bullets shot from your

caustic tongue, spitting insults and scorn like needles to

flood my veins with the poison created from the hurt you feel.

I wish a sorry would suffice.

But then neither of us would be right.

heykissmeidareyou:

The walls surround me, I close my eyes

I begin to shake, watching my chest rise

Breathing fades, the lights go off

My lungs fill, I start to cough

The blood comes up, trickling down

My fists are clenched, my heart starts to pound

With every scream I become silent

What is the cause of this violence

Pleading now, let me go

Who you are I do not know

Shed mercy I beg of thee

Now dead I fall to my knees

I dig. I dig.