Friday, March 15, 2013

The Last Cinder



Insides burn, yearning for it,
That last cinder calms me down and fires up the rest of my Id,
Words I spoke to the highest,
Birds flying,
Freedom tied in,
Trying to keep it,
Dying to fly;
Trying to defy it,
Random thoughts invade my privacy but death not apart from me, we’re all slaves to the struggle, but this cinder burns still.
Where would I be if I had thought too much? Would I, be still? Would I contemplate democracy?
Would a Hierarchy of believing keep my engine steaming?
Or is it this the last piece of hope that keep me breathing? Am I dreaming, when I stare into your eyes, I float from the adjacent corner to the other side of the room. My third person perspective, keeps me neglected, keeps me in check.
My fire burns cool but steady, ready to burst in flames at any second, recklessly abandoned to anyone at random.
I’m anxious over everything. Pouring a glass of water stresses me out. My hair taking the toll, the toll’s too expensive these days, I think it’s time for a raise, before this crazed lunatic rattles the cage, before  I upturn and the cinder takes my place.
Where did my sea go? I miss the waves ever so steadily kissing the shore, ever so ever making me whole. Wishing the past would come to the present and go back to the past to become a clearer memory,  when we would stay up all night and watch the moon descend, and the sun ascend, until it reached its highest peak.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Absurdities in Doubts

lost in them
lost in mind
I mind.  do I? I do?
who is there?
kissing my brain schemes with telegraphic dreaming
feeding off a poisinous screening
feeling like I left all that was good in me behind
scum, lower than that, I feel like protozoa,
living a life, sequestered fate, choking my neck like a boa constrictor.

I miss you anger peeking out my pores and making me feel righteous,
I felt like a fool despite this, afterward, anyway

I miss you pain, so vulnerable I used to feel but now detached and repealed,
feel like a gang of zombies are my homies.
Bologna, who am I now??
The issuer of blatant doubt, can't follow my tummy now
can't move like a ruler now, moving like I am in knee deep in mud.

Absurdities in Doubts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Inter"fear"ence

Interference on the fence,
where up is left and down is right,
end it... never the smoothest of flavors,
But my spicy nature leaves you breathless.
Out you step,
into my line,
Intertwining spirits on a spacial collide.
Kerosene my heart and light me on fire for the "umpteenth" time.
sweet surroundings your surrender, my nick of time thing.
Where I get you in my vibe, and you make me your king.

Undying endeavors together forever in a post script surrender.
Eyes that drill holes in my soul,
sending me flying to the heavens.
You are the everything I wanted
you are the everyone forever.

Grab a hold of me, and set me down peacefully
these bullets all that we are you see
that we fly in tandem and seek
warm blood to feed our need for eternity.
forever being only three seconds in certainty, but
reality is only as we see, so together we will be.