Biu Jee
uses the low kick
and lower sweeps
felt by those
knocked down
or out of balance
But the grip
on the soul
remains
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Memories and Cats
I read the book too soon again, I think
my hands are bloody from papercut words
Now I have to rid myself of the stink
from honey-matted, overstroked cat fur
found in between the pages of each thought
The memories are stories in their dreams
but they will never know the love we lost
as they pretend to live within the scenes
Sweetened quotes will become the sour puns
that lay upon your tongue like old stale glue
from envelopes that should have been undone
they burn in irony and rotted fumes
I won't commit these ones to mind and heart
I'll reach the end and rip the book apart
my hands are bloody from papercut words
Now I have to rid myself of the stink
from honey-matted, overstroked cat fur
found in between the pages of each thought
The memories are stories in their dreams
but they will never know the love we lost
as they pretend to live within the scenes
Sweetened quotes will become the sour puns
that lay upon your tongue like old stale glue
from envelopes that should have been undone
they burn in irony and rotted fumes
I won't commit these ones to mind and heart
I'll reach the end and rip the book apart
Saturday, November 22, 2008
More or Less
The more signs I heed
The more that I fear
to slow down, speed up
will not bring you near...
The more love I feel
The less you can hold
young and foolish, aware of hate
how do we grow old...
The more words I write
The less thoughts you read
auto bio, public journal
or personal diary...
The more days that pass,
The more difficult it gets
To be without you, without us
And still, I have no regrets...
The more that I fear
to slow down, speed up
will not bring you near...
The more love I feel
The less you can hold
young and foolish, aware of hate
how do we grow old...
The more words I write
The less thoughts you read
auto bio, public journal
or personal diary...
The more days that pass,
The more difficult it gets
To be without you, without us
And still, I have no regrets...
Suffocate
My lips are purpled blue
from holding my breath
waiting for you
to challenge this test
of courage against fear
love against hate
hope against futility
or is it already too late...
from holding my breath
waiting for you
to challenge this test
of courage against fear
love against hate
hope against futility
or is it already too late...
Rag Doll
Everything we love eventually breaks
Did you hear my sigh? So empty. Lifeless.
Cold thoughts medicate the dull, steady ache
My heart screams death; I don't want to fight this.
Tear me up like a rag doll in some crazed
experiment gone wrong to prove you need
store bought loyalty and painted on grace
found in the stuffings of cheap memories
My arms no longer wrapped around your neck
in some toyish hope: "Hang onto your dreams!"
Dusty, forgotten, hidden in some chest
filled with discomfort; each ripped at the seams
You don't need a doll who loves without cause?
I don't need a heart who can't love at all
Did you hear my sigh? So empty. Lifeless.
Cold thoughts medicate the dull, steady ache
My heart screams death; I don't want to fight this.
Tear me up like a rag doll in some crazed
experiment gone wrong to prove you need
store bought loyalty and painted on grace
found in the stuffings of cheap memories
My arms no longer wrapped around your neck
in some toyish hope: "Hang onto your dreams!"
Dusty, forgotten, hidden in some chest
filled with discomfort; each ripped at the seams
You don't need a doll who loves without cause?
I don't need a heart who can't love at all
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