Waking Up in Winter May 11, 2009

          I rise from the bed of sweat so fast the beads rolls off my skin, shaking clean bad dreams bleeding from me. In the midst of summer I’ve found myself curious with the heat trying to remember what the cold felt like, and who, what, how I related to the frost between my toes. [...]

A Few Cards Short December 2, 2008

In the past few days I’ve relocated my strained self to a more relinquished place. I can seem to find time laying down large hordes of green blades and turning to wrap my body in cool, killing shade.
Is my existence at this exact moment the place I should be? Is there something different I should [...]

Pushing Me November 16, 2008

I can hardly hear that slight whisper,
waiting, wishing, wandering around,
begging me to stay.
I am pushing in
staying here to shed my skin.
I am calling in
fading where the ending begins.
You shouldn’t stand there
steering me,
this isn’t what I had in mind,
slipping back to the little
piece of my time.
The greater taste
is exactly how you described
yourself to me.
Now, I’m awake [...]

October 27, 2008

I’ve got the bitter taste of sand grit and wine in the back of my mind. Small licks to the side of my lips keep me from speaking anymore than I need to.
This is suitable and reasonable or maybe defeating in the sense of drowning out my own style. In recognizable stories made of folded [...]

Her Wit Released Me October 7, 2008

The water is so mundane -
infamously drained of spirit,
carrying my tongue to a place farther
away, in comparison of moon to
God’s solemn sun.
You want to talk about
every bit of it,
I can’t figure out where to
start before identifying
where it ended or began.
Leave here now,
my throat is sore from
a sleeping cough blaming
the fragile, silk air.
When I caught you
I [...]

She’s Found My Sleeping Tree September 25, 2008

A collapsable lung is not a disposable drum to beat against like the heart believes.
A radical pace of passion cues me in to where I want to be (in such time of need).
A retractable tongue will keep my lips calmer than “silence” spoken into the wind.
Trees will contract around such mechanical sounds delivering us to our [...]

Separate to Find Realism of True Marks September 16, 2008

I find myself inside
out of the inward pause
asked for,
and I play for keeps
never the need to follow
everything you’ve ever done.
In silence we become
saints -
the flawless rippling thought
taught only by drowning out
the soundless, or further
from here you may find more.
I won’t try to hurt
you anymore than before
the days I knew you less.
Everything you do
is exactly the [...]

In Ancient Ruins I’ve Found the Future September 2, 2008

I feel that there is no such thing as wasted time when the conscious mind is wrapping itself around another logical finding, foundation, supplemental vibration of sensation.
In a god we shall trust our hands to sprawl, be manipulated by pulls and heartless throbs.
Together we piece together our spirit beyond a countless clarivoyance, a supernatural beast [...]