January 2012
1 post
Taxing your way out of debt makes about as much sense as coughing your way out of lung cancer.
December 2011
4 posts
Yesterday
I loved you so much yesterday; Looking at the most beautiful choice I’ve made, Holding your hand so that it would never escape, Kissing you, needing no other reason to live, Speaking your name, my love, my oxygen, Making love as though I was starving, Holding you as you slept, protecting my life. I loved you so much today; And did it all over again.
Television, radio, magazines, newspapers, blogs, Facebook, Twitter, etc.; we’re drowning in idiots and no one knows how to tread water, let alone swim.
"Knock knock..."
"Who's there?"
"Intelligent Occupy Wall Street Protester."
"Intelligent Occupy Wall Street Protester who?"
"Exactly."
Intellectual property is usually neither.
October 2011
1 post
Living is Russian Roulette with six very slow bullets.
July 2011
1 post
Disarmed
We’re born into a world of weapons; Dramatic eyes and barbed tongues, And no one’s aware that they’re both victim and killer. We’ve disarmed the world; This love is a spark, a fire, a supernova, And no one’s aware that they’re losing their fight.
June 2011
1 post
Our government hates our freedom. The terrorists just hate our government.
May 2011
1 post
begin, end, repeat
we’re always strangers when it starts when arrows pierce our waiting hearts we played our roles upon the stage and thus this love belies our age our whole is greater than its parts
we’re always strangers once it ends these bodies held together friends we loved as much as strangers could and lived as much as lovers should without regrets our love transcends
March 2011
1 post
You spoke in that sound that only you speak, Capturing, rapturing, ravaging me, Fueling what fear sough to carry away: One love, above all, that I strive for and seek.
I held you with foresight, I saw a great fire. I thought that I saw that I lived with desire. Hoping and praying that this was my fate: Your love, so perfect, that it proved God a liar.
You kissed me and set all the demons ablaze....
February 2011
2 posts
My love - that dormant stone, laid still and cold in flesh and bone and then came home, burned in the fire that is now my love.
I never thought I’d see perfect, Never feel that everlasting, unwavering, unconditional love you taught me. But here we are, and here we’ll stay ‘til perfect’s not and unending does.
September 2010
1 post
You waited in the light - Not for me, or at least what I was, But someone like me. Someone that I craved to be, Longing to step into the light Once and for all.
April 2010
1 post
Attempt to begin writing a short story, take 1.
I dipped into a dim alley and quickly removed my “I voted” sticker, delicately placing it in a trash can under what I eventually realized was a condom wrapper. The horror and disgust faded into a muted sense of amusement at the cynical juxtaposition of voting and fucking. Or, to put it more crudely, and accurately, getting fucked.
March 2010
3 posts
Healthscare
Angry, swollen faces are proclaiming waste, abuse, and fraud as though it’s new, novel, unique, and special.
Sure, cry for the liberty, and for the freedom of your unseen children and grandchildren. Just don’t get me wet.
Please don’t make this about the money. You might as well argue against “collateral damage” as a shameful waste of bullets.
There’s that worry, that demon, that seed, That fire in my mind burning time, Making kindling, and then nothing, of what I want, And leaving ashes of what I don’t. Up, down, left, right Then up, down, left, right, left, down, right, up, Etc., etc., etc. Time to sleep, and rest my worry, But the time’s not right, or is it? Things aren’t fixed, or are they? I’m not...
Perfection lies in wait. I call it love, others use fate, But we agree on the damage it does to our hate.
January 2010
1 post
It’s from you that I can feel forever, That I sleep in arms where dreams reside. The thoughts of you are always with me, My heart is yours, and so abides. The sound of you resounds within me; I’ve sight, and touch what I adore. My hero’s love, my one true purpose Belongs to me forevermore. At last, the roar has never ceased, My eyes turn black for only one. Your hands return my...
October 2009
3 posts
i wake every morning with the all-too familiar aches and pains, look over, see you, and am healed, saved, by love
we were always meant to be together & love each other & be unique in that way that only we are we just didn’t know it yet
My eyes have never seen better, and my lips have never kissed sweeter as when you, my love, my passion, are their object.
August 2009
2 posts
I can triage acrophobia, so long as you’re the height above Cloud 9 and the light behind my eyes; you’re that heat that forged me. Not a flight of fancy, but a feral fire, the impossibly possible, Cupid’s arsonist, and I’m no longer ashes.
You are therefore I love you: Beautifully human, simply consuming, Consuming my breath, you’re beautifully true. I was therefore I sought you, I am now, therefore I love you.
July 2009
7 posts
The stars are thankful for their rest, These eyes have turned towards brighter light. Heaven heaves its blackened chest, Succumbing to aphotic night And granting eyes their rightful sight, The sight of her, of love professed.
The endless thoughts are swirling Mental tempests wait to pour My careful sky unfurling Tensing to release once more The nights, they seek to stop us Only the pale moon guides The heart, which follows as it must Has nowhere left to hide Heaven storms down on tired souls Braced fearlessly, horizon-bound Lost and in love, the moon consoles The lovers whom its light surrounds The thoughts, stuck...
You are a sight for briefly-sore eyes; The stimulus that wakes the numb, The light by which the darkness dies, The kiss that turns mere breath to sighs, The love by which fear comes undone.
Would that I could feel forever, But I must sleep...
Love seeks out what life doth miss Thine eyes, engorged in view of this: My reverie, thy burning kiss
Beauty seeks what truth provides Thine heart, in my hands never hides From sleep to dreams my word confides From dusk to dawn my will abides
Measure twice, cut once Or measure not at all With nothing left to push, then There’s nowhere left to fall When it rains it pours down And it rains on all Seek what hearts define Never lose the small
Hell-bound and heaven-sent From melted wings I came and went Upended doubt and reverence For martyrs, priests, and covenants Why do I do this: Rapture, rapture? Catch and release it Then commute and capture Never at one, yet never alone In a chamber of fire, in a castle of stone
February 2009
8 posts
Conflagration
We should know better. We deserve more than worshipping at the feet of thieves, Honoring the long-dead slavemasters who Sent women, children, and the quote-unquote savages down the memory hole. This isn’t change. This isn’t freedom. This isn’t forging a new future. This is poison. This is arson. This is composting the past: Using the idols of yesterday for tomorrow’s fuel, But we’re all still...
Braggadocio
I’ll kill you with indifference ‘fore you even hit the ground My silence is so violent it will bury you in sound I’ve never met a word I didn’t like to throw around I’ve never had a thought without a fight to keep it down
Listen Such is the sound of suburbia; the call of the mild That saccharine silence between insomnia and drifting into safety Where we lock arms to trap ourselves in dreams We sleep long, we sleep hard, we sleep proud And we look askance at waking
Parched
Parched eyes, they scan the sky - We’re slaves to normalcy, you and I, We’re craving clemency, you and I, We’re hungry, all, and don’t know why. Parched eyes, they scan the earth - We’re hungry arms with seizing thirst, We’re drowning from our seizing thirst, We’re desperate, all, for best from worst. Parched eyes, they scan the sea - We’re slaving towards becoming free, We’re all at once becoming...
To the Instruments of Empire
Out of the pot and into the pan One day a boy, the next day a man I sit in this hole with a gun in my hand Sizing up bodies whenever I can Out of the cage and into the flames Stoking the fire that taunts as it tames None of these children have any names None of these corpses know why we came The bigots guffaw while the patriots grin As everyone changes the meaning of “win” To a syllable loud...
The Absurd
Shrill shroud sounds, Abundance abounds, Mere, marked mortals merely Fertilize the ground. Wise-worn words, Abnormally absurd; Crass creature comforts cause A culling of the herds.
I’m on tyrannical sabbatical, Conspiring to inspire, But my mealy-mouthed malevolence Leaves much to be desired. These narcoleptic nothings, Just like sleep, devour the hours, And still I sit and waste a breath Pursuing weeds instead of flowers. I’m feeling fairly feral and I’m finding that my future’s fading Frivolously faster into Decadent disaster. I’m fearing freedom’s folly and I’m following...
Tailor-made
The social fabric needs a trim And I’m the one to do it The center’s worn, the sides threadbare But someone beat me to it We’re ripped and torn ourselves to shreds I’m sure you thought you knew it The social fabric needs a trim But someone beat me to it