The art of loneliness

It’s zen.

Here, and back again.

“That was the life I should have led”,

I thought to myself inside my head.

 

My windows dim,

and my heart whispers

to my soul;

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Legalize love,
embrace light,
realize life ~
happens.
In each breath and each exhale
of this time,
spent 'this side of the veil.

Drink and remember,
eat this December
dismember,
your memories
of like melodies;
spent;
in quiet anticipation
of the lungs that deflate
by bullets fear tipped;
as full metal jacket… Read full post »

 

 

I've asked myself many times what it is I would say to you if it was the last thing I would ever tell you.  Would it be a simple "I Love you Mija" or would it be something really cool and deep like "as the moon follows the sun… Read full post »

Live for me

Write for me

what i speak
what i whisper
what i think
what i inter
in a journal.

live but to hear me
and my thoughts,
as defenses
in a long life
of attacks,
and misspelled letters
and mis-placed Notes
of music.

Music
unplayed,
and understood
to be not what I meant to say
but what you bade to speak,

anon… Read full post »

 

 

The easel hangs uneasy on shaky tripod hinges,

its perfect silhouette a backdrop to my imperfect thoughts.

The canvas is full of false starts and forced emotion,

washed somewhat clean again and again by the water of indecision.

 

Morning greets me with kisses and tempts to tease… Read full post »

 

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For my Sonya.

From her David.

 

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He wrings his hands

and wipes the miles spent in the sun

on the legs of his pants.

 

Each breath creates a space between

thoughts that come through gapped

teeth.

 

exhale.

 

breathe

 

exhale.

 

Vertigo holds him to Her bosom

and he smiles in memory.

She holds… Read full post »

Link to Poem: IF

 

I've updated the poem and added voice on the post previous to this one. I didn't know how to delete it and keep all the original content. This seemed like the least invasive solution. I added an explanation of sorts at the end if you… Read full post »

 

If-poem.WMA -

 

 

make me"

a pair of periods

and start my sentence ‘

make me"

a mark on my couch

and keep score’

()

how to tie all these thoughts with one string

beat

beat

beat.

Bleed.

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Nothing.

I was born out of nothing;
and like a lost lover,
She welcomes me back.

I'm increasingly sure,
that I will die alone,
with no one to remember,
what it was I had to say,
what it was I had to offer.

Will I ever know the touch of my other?
My vision dims,
my heart begins to miss;
a

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Ray charles :) - watch the base and volume ;)

she IS Etta... Love! My wife teaches - not to me anymore ;) (to others lol - read 'exes') But the Soul plaaaaayyys through so good :D

Crimson fog fakes an orgasm with the black skyline in the distance.

The lurching spasms progress into pillow talk.

An acid bath greets the populace coming home that evening.

Egos spin between with winged serpents flying overhead,

swimming in ragged rivulets of flame that inter-spear the fog.

With st… Read full post »

Se siente tan nuevo
When I look at you
Lying next to me,
Having tasted again
From the forbidden tree.
 
Se siente tan nuevo
When I touch you
In secret places,
As I trace my fingers
Across your different faces.
 
Se siente tan nuevo
Breathing all of you
The heady cocktail of lust,
We sip the cistern
And/… Read full post »

Yes I fly,

my feet fall on clouds

my arms hug the sky.

 

Yes I fly,

each night as I dream

as I turn on the moon.

Light as a feather

I salt the sky,

and also pepper,

the cosmos -

with holes of black

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MMmmmmkay - here is me sans background  - Peece to Hyblaean and Odette :)                                     &… Read full post »

I feel her,
is it heads or tails?
I know her,
though memory fails.

Heads.
Will she make or break me?

I bet on breaks,
'cuz after all these takes,
the scenes of life,
might just be fakes.

Tails;
I bet she makes,
in glistening lakes,
Her sword break surface.

Lady in the water -
you are tomorrow's daughter'.
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Pain blossoms and with it,

awareness -

in the afterglow of my existence,

no one is there to call me friend or lover.

 

Prayer must’ve been answered,

and you sent in turn,

to give me a refund.

Angel of death -

hold me close,

and… Read full post »

clatoo verata niktoo...

 

peece

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Time, fearlessness, human spirit, and even necessity helped power that boat out towards the New World hundreds of years ago. The sheer audacity that humanity could dream to sail over the unknown and Not fall right off the edge of its universe as it was understood stands as one of the… Read full post »