Could I write enough pages
to convey how thankful
I am to have been touched by God-
through association.
Angel,
I imagine heaven feels
something like the time we spend together.
Perpetual spring-
where I first fell in love with you.
The weather was lovely.
Surely you remember.
And now this winter-
you will be wearing my sweater.
I count you amongst my greatest blessings
every day.
Could I ever
produce enough volumes
to resonate
the sound you struck in my soul.
You've felt my chest more than once-
and should know.
I am all yours;
and am never letting go.
You have shown me a love
that can be dissociated
from jealousy,
conceit,
control,
and need.
There is no compulsion.
I have patience,
and faith:
Reverence.
If I die after writing this poem, at least she'll know I had good intentions. I would give you the world if I could fit it into words; instead I think it would be better to simply offer you a reflection of the image I'll always have embedded in my blinks.
I see you every time I close my eyes,
even in my dreams.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Silence
I talked to a zombie the other day.
S/He looked something like a hybrid
of all the friends I've lost.
Told me to carry a burning cross
up-on my kerosene-soaked
shoulder blades and
pray for the best.
Henceforth I came-
sew, they say.
So I stitched together a rainbow
of broken promises,
and refracted halos
through the water under the bridge.
I'll see some of yall in heaven,
and it won't be nothing but love:
here's to ginger bread-houses
and amber waves of grain.
For the others-
There's another way.
Though you may have
murdered
snorted
aborted
and fucked it
up to this point-
My brothers(and sisters),
have faith,
I'm coming to save you.
I wanted to dedicate
this to all of my
quote-unquote
lost friends.
They we/a-re
l/on(e)ly
misdirected.
If I address this correctly,
tell them don't shoot the messenger:
I'm just trying to get a message: across.
You knew I'd be loyal to the end-
some witnessed it first hand.
Now I've come to testify
to my abiding resolution.
I never took the stand-
only the fall.
And grew stronger
picking myself up for sew-long.
Now hear ye, clearly,
you can rise above it,
it just takes some resolve
and nike air's.
I'll be there.
You have my word.
I am a man of it.
I will never break bond.
My heart-still
breaks for yall.
Fill the beat.
S/He looked something like a hybrid
of all the friends I've lost.
Told me to carry a burning cross
up-on my kerosene-soaked
shoulder blades and
pray for the best.
Henceforth I came-
sew, they say.
So I stitched together a rainbow
of broken promises,
and refracted halos
through the water under the bridge.
I'll see some of yall in heaven,
and it won't be nothing but love:
here's to ginger bread-houses
and amber waves of grain.
For the others-
There's another way.
Though you may have
murdered
snorted
aborted
and fucked it
up to this point-
My brothers(and sisters),
have faith,
I'm coming to save you.
I wanted to dedicate
this to all of my
quote-unquote
lost friends.
They we/a-re
l/on(e)ly
misdirected.
If I address this correctly,
tell them don't shoot the messenger:
I'm just trying to get a message: across.
You knew I'd be loyal to the end-
some witnessed it first hand.
Now I've come to testify
to my abiding resolution.
I never took the stand-
only the fall.
And grew stronger
picking myself up for sew-long.
Now hear ye, clearly,
you can rise above it,
it just takes some resolve
and nike air's.
I'll be there.
You have my word.
I am a man of it.
I will never break bond.
My heart-still
breaks for yall.
Fill the beat.
Friday, July 17, 2009
All
I arose from the muddy waters to extol the words unspoken,
from the depths:
of my soul.
Ye though I stand alone,
I was not always a solitary creature.
The knowledge gained will teach them- for they know not.
Every moment is precious.
Write your blessings on your clocks.
Caress the ephemeral with minute hands.
There will never be another second exactly
like this
one.
I say I love you
before goodbye,
any other last words would be regretted.
Kiss me before you walk out the door.
There isn't anything I wouldn't give to...
Many would've grown bitter.
I've grown invincible.
I love you, all.
We, all, fall short.
Doing so does not distance us from God.
A moment of silence:
for all those lost.
I hope to find a way
to ensure that your dreams carry-on.
Even if its means on my shoulders.
I will take your luggage to the cross.
Christ was crucified alongside criminals.
You can't tell them they were wrong.
When they're just tryna make things right
for their wife and their daughter.
For the fathers, who art in heaven.
Tomorrow is never promised.
Not everyone has the opportunity.
I am trying to make things possible.
Though my chances may be slimmer
than those dying of starvation.
I will prepare a feast at my table.
And set places for the paupers.
You don't have to take your shoes off.
I want my house to be covered in dirty footprints.
That way the walls will be covered in fond memories.
I remember them,
so fondly.
I returned home from war
to fight for freedom.
Equality.
And Justice.
For all.
Soft songs of the southern sun.
Bittersweet withdrawal.
from the depths:
of my soul.
Ye though I stand alone,
I was not always a solitary creature.
The knowledge gained will teach them- for they know not.
Every moment is precious.
Write your blessings on your clocks.
Caress the ephemeral with minute hands.
There will never be another second exactly
like this
one.
I say I love you
before goodbye,
any other last words would be regretted.
Kiss me before you walk out the door.
There isn't anything I wouldn't give to...
Many would've grown bitter.
I've grown invincible.
I love you, all.
We, all, fall short.
Doing so does not distance us from God.
A moment of silence:
for all those lost.
I hope to find a way
to ensure that your dreams carry-on.
Even if its means on my shoulders.
I will take your luggage to the cross.
Christ was crucified alongside criminals.
You can't tell them they were wrong.
When they're just tryna make things right
for their wife and their daughter.
For the fathers, who art in heaven.
Tomorrow is never promised.
Not everyone has the opportunity.
I am trying to make things possible.
Though my chances may be slimmer
than those dying of starvation.
I will prepare a feast at my table.
And set places for the paupers.
You don't have to take your shoes off.
I want my house to be covered in dirty footprints.
That way the walls will be covered in fond memories.
I remember them,
so fondly.
I returned home from war
to fight for freedom.
Equality.
And Justice.
For all.
Soft songs of the southern sun.
Bittersweet withdrawal.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Heat
Summer- eve:
midnight heat,
she speaks,
we dance.
Take my hands.
They may be rough,
but that's just an indication,
of how hard they can hold.
I'm not holding back-
Look me in the soul.
I have nothing to hide.
Confide.
Read between my lines.
(i love you)
Lines: all through my notebook,
written for you.
I'm trying to save you
with your own divine inspiration.
(iamb:yours)
I've conquered demons.
What of an angel?
I can distinguish the two.
This is a peaceful war.
Don't fight the feeling.
I've healed battle wounds before.
This is the treatment-
Peace treatise.
Do you understand?
how much you mean to me?
more than the world-
my sun, moon, and all stars:
beheld in your glances.
I see it in your eyes.
In your smiles.
Happiness.
Lifetimes of it.
You wrote your name on my first page.
I want to give your a whole book in return.
I'll take my time.
Word by word.
Line,
(forever)
by line.
midnight heat,
she speaks,
we dance.
Take my hands.
They may be rough,
but that's just an indication,
of how hard they can hold.
I'm not holding back-
Look me in the soul.
I have nothing to hide.
Confide.
Read between my lines.
(i love you)
Lines: all through my notebook,
written for you.
I'm trying to save you
with your own divine inspiration.
(iamb:yours)
I've conquered demons.
What of an angel?
I can distinguish the two.
This is a peaceful war.
Don't fight the feeling.
I've healed battle wounds before.
This is the treatment-
Peace treatise.
Do you understand?
how much you mean to me?
more than the world-
my sun, moon, and all stars:
beheld in your glances.
I see it in your eyes.
In your smiles.
Happiness.
Lifetimes of it.
You wrote your name on my first page.
I want to give your a whole book in return.
I'll take my time.
Word by word.
Line,
(forever)
by line.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
It's funny how malls always feel empty to me. There must be at least a thousand people within my peripheral vision, alone. They couldn't know the so/u/l/e that walks amongst them in silent reflection. Unbeknownst, too them.
Sometimes life tries to kill you, as a child.
Sale. 50% off store-wide. Biggest savings all year, all year. The temple cannot be built on material foundations. We still offer praise, sacrifice, and supplication. Don't that new outfit make you look ______? Mirror image.
Growing up, I realized that no one can change another. How daunting it is to change oneself should contribute considerable understanding to the truth of the aforementioned statement. But I still love them. I know they hate it- I see it in their eyes every time we have an intimate conversation. Intoxication. Absence. Bastard-child, wrote Atlas- I am stronger now.
I w(a/o)nder now. Paint a picture and sell it for a thousand words? I'll give you minutes, they only provide instantaneous gratification. Pop-tags: saturate the streets. We walk them alone, yet some decorate the scenery. I wrote my tag on the wall. It read: to the blind. They feel me.
Life is priceless. Have you not seen the bouquets at the cemeteries? We spend money on our dead for the time they invested in us. In the pecan grove the flowers will shine, until: my time comes. You can catch me lookin at the sky quite often. I'm not hiding it.
Stop buying shit for yourself. Sell your life to somebody else willing to spend it with you. Willing to make it worth every penny with you. The one that makes you smile wont mind the wrinkles if they were the cause thereof. Smile- take me, for a while, if not forever. I will cherish every moment.
I don't act my age. I have lived too much to be so reckless. Plus now my vested interests have outgrown my savings-bonds. Funny, isn't it? Wearing seat belts- to speed with you.
You aren't alone. I will never leave you. I will walk in your presents.
Thank you for your time.
Sometimes life tries to kill you, as a child.
Sale. 50% off store-wide. Biggest savings all year, all year. The temple cannot be built on material foundations. We still offer praise, sacrifice, and supplication. Don't that new outfit make you look ______? Mirror image.
Growing up, I realized that no one can change another. How daunting it is to change oneself should contribute considerable understanding to the truth of the aforementioned statement. But I still love them. I know they hate it- I see it in their eyes every time we have an intimate conversation. Intoxication. Absence. Bastard-child, wrote Atlas- I am stronger now.
I w(a/o)nder now. Paint a picture and sell it for a thousand words? I'll give you minutes, they only provide instantaneous gratification. Pop-tags: saturate the streets. We walk them alone, yet some decorate the scenery. I wrote my tag on the wall. It read: to the blind. They feel me.
Life is priceless. Have you not seen the bouquets at the cemeteries? We spend money on our dead for the time they invested in us. In the pecan grove the flowers will shine, until: my time comes. You can catch me lookin at the sky quite often. I'm not hiding it.
Stop buying shit for yourself. Sell your life to somebody else willing to spend it with you. Willing to make it worth every penny with you. The one that makes you smile wont mind the wrinkles if they were the cause thereof. Smile- take me, for a while, if not forever. I will cherish every moment.
I don't act my age. I have lived too much to be so reckless. Plus now my vested interests have outgrown my savings-bonds. Funny, isn't it? Wearing seat belts- to speed with you.
You aren't alone. I will never leave you. I will walk in your presents.
Thank you for your time.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Her
God is love-
I built her a sanctuary
in my arm(ors),and say my prayers
every midnight morning.
This is mystic, darling.
I discovered how to drift in the rift
between moons, suns, and stars;
and god- damn it you're gorgeous.
You are
Infinity, of the instant,
lost in your hand held to mine,
We don't have to die.
True love never lies.
I promise:
I'm a man of my word,
and write your verses on a daily basis,
as a praise offering.
I will be faithful.
Her- will be done.
I'm stunned by the percussive force:
my heart is beating my ribs sore
in frustration.
Save me,
Simmer through my soul.
I feel your pulse in my blood.
Wading in floods of flames,
touch.
I thought I'd seen it all,
then I lost my sight to an angel.
Walk with me, along.
I have eyes for no other.
I'm all yours.
Take me, forever, whenever you want.
I built her a sanctuary
in my arm(ors),and say my prayers
every midnight morning.
This is mystic, darling.
I discovered how to drift in the rift
between moons, suns, and stars;
and god- damn it you're gorgeous.
You are
Infinity, of the instant,
lost in your hand held to mine,
We don't have to die.
True love never lies.
I promise:
I'm a man of my word,
and write your verses on a daily basis,
as a praise offering.
I will be faithful.
Her- will be done.
I'm stunned by the percussive force:
my heart is beating my ribs sore
in frustration.
Save me,
Simmer through my soul.
I feel your pulse in my blood.
Wading in floods of flames,
touch.
I thought I'd seen it all,
then I lost my sight to an angel.
Walk with me, along.
I have eyes for no other.
I'm all yours.
Take me, forever, whenever you want.
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