Friday, August 29, 2008

Brief Honesty

He said
I want your body, mind and soul
but the body ages
the mind fades
the soul regrets
She said
I want your heart
because the heart loves
until it grows old
and never forgets

Flight Patterns

Crumpled paper airplanes can never fly
unless they are thrown from across the room
But lift needed to drag you from your mind
is swallowed in the heaviness of gloom
that folded itself up into a point
one tall sharp aerodynamic dagger
aimed to destroy the silver lining joint
glued in the tip to holds us together
Perfect, razor sharp love letters dive fast
crash-land upon mascara stained tissues
Setting themselves on fire with our past
inexperienced first time pilot issues
Lines written to revive someone's heartbeat
are lost in the flight patterns of deceit

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Gravity

I opened the book
and saw each name:
something from nothing
quoted in bright red pain
Why? I thought
did the particles of dreams
swirl so gently in the air
like dying means
to a living end?
And who do we bend
to the repertoire of stares
bowing out from the lies
that once kept us unaware?
Escape from those covered eyes
motivated by the fear
that lay deep inside
buried within years
marked time, erased signs;
Hearts that know forever
and those molded in loss
can't cope with the gravity
of their unforgiving faults
I closed the book
and remembered each name:
nothing from something
I sighed in vain

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Sometimes II

Life takes sharp turns
we aren't prepared to make
and we crash into ourselves
bleeding out all of our faith
Slipping into a coma
comprised of our mistakes
Waiting silently and painfully
it's more than we can take
We wake up cautiously, slowly
like a butterfly who has healed
it's soul from being something else
a miracle safely concealed
Emerging from our sleepwalk
breathing in all that we feel
We transform into someone different
than before life took the wheel

 

- for ab

Force

Unmistakenly
awakened
enlightened
somewhat
a little frightened
but nonetheless
my perspective
has brightened

Barred

Complete
first step
destroy the locks

Monday, August 25, 2008

Inked

You don't understand
my thoughts aren't yours
I made different plans
because you were unsure
You'll never take a stand
unless you slip into my soul
and since it isn't possible
just tattoo yourself
with my modified golden rule:
use a shaky hand
and an overzealous knife

Do unto others
after they fuck up your life