A Poem Poets Wish They Could Live

You’re smile’s are wide

as the stretching horizon.

It warms my heart,

like the first time our lips met

and kissed.

It’s the last thing I think about

before I descend into dreams

that remind me of you.

Hearing you say that I make you happy,

makes my knees weak,

and turns me back into the shy bashful boy I used to be.

When you find a poet that

has lost all his words

you know that true beauty isn’t far away.

Published in:  on December 11, 2009 at 2:06 am Leave a Comment

The Man in the Mirror

There is something that happens

Every time I put a pen to a piece of paper

Or my fingertips hit keys on a keyboard.

It is when I write I see myself

It’s like looking into a spiritual mirror.

I was born without knowing myself,

And as I write I see this figure.

Tall, bold, noble…

But also broken, unrefined.

Something that hasn’t been quite finished.

It’s every time I write I see myself

In some type of conscious incoherent dream.

I see a noble bastard…

Like all men of the earth,

Both sin and flesh.

I find that I am the hardest person

For me to love,

Because I know where I’ve fallen and

Who I have hurt,

But somehow when I write

I see the same acquiescent figure…

FLASH!

I see just a glimpse of this mysterious man,

And I feel as if I know him,

And I realize this is who I am becoming.

I’m not sure how or when or what will happen

To make me this man… or even what this man is like,

But I find a comfort settling in myself

When I cross T’s and trace the emotions

Letting them flow from my heart

Through capillaries, veins, and arteries

And spilling on a page

I paint what Picasso could never say.

I know that every heartache (yes, even you too),

Every cross I’ll ever bare,

Every mistake I’ll ever make,

They’ll all bring me closer to…

To the man I see when I write

So saying this to an ex lover,

YES THIS IS ADDRESSING YOU!

So listen up and hear what is truth.

That this is spoken from a man broken by nature

Yet who is made whole by that of which is not of this world.

I BOUGHT THE LIE

THAT YOU TOOK A PART OF ME

AS A SHINY TROPHY,

AND I WAS LEFT WITH SWELLING

EMPTINESS THAT CRUSHED ME

AND I NEVER THOUGHT I’D EVER GET THAT PART OF ME BACK…

THANK GOD THAT WAS SUCH A LIE!

LIVE YOU LIFE IT’S NO CONCERN TO ME,

BUT KNOW THIS,

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO CLAIM FROM ME

FORGET MY NAME…MY FACE…MY LOVE

IT’S NOT YOURS

Yes I am broken,

But I’m fine on my own.

I’m the man in the mirror,

And I’ll become him all on my own.

Published in:  on November 25, 2009 at 6:08 pm Comments (1)

Displaced Deposition

What is there to fear in the darkness when you’re blind…loneliness my friend. It’s the separation of light from your heart. But at last we are all politicians with our own agendas. Poets with expired warranties. This is a state of decay, because I can still smell you lies even after they’ve been divided line by line.  And I still feel like you suffocating me despite the six degrees of separation that keeps us apart. There were just so many lies, so many unspoken promises that were broken; yet when I think about it we weren’t really unbroken when we started off. But now we’ve reached the end of the game, we walked a mile and we’ll you didn’t last. Take you sandals off and sit, scowl, and scoff but as for me I must continue my walk.

Published in:  on November 23, 2009 at 4:22 am Leave a Comment

Duality

Declare holy war on yourself,

because your greatest enemy

is the only man who is afraid to look in your eyes.

 

Your Enemy is you

kill your pride,

and breathe anew.

 

And you know the nights

when you lay you head down

but thoughts still taunt.

 

You tell yourself you don’t know what keeps you up,

but you know its a lie,

 

Fear…

Shame…

Anger…

Insecurity…

 

It’s all war all the time

with sirens blowing

screaming for you to watch out,

because here comes anther air raid.

 

But there’s nothing left

you’ve destroyed your enemy

and there’s nothing left of you.

Published in:  on November 22, 2009 at 4:06 am Comments (1)

The Waltz of Dante

We are all stick figures dancing around Hell’s circle’s

 

Because we all have temptation in or life,

but be weary that temptation becomes your life.

 

We are matchstick men feeling the friction of this life,

and in this world men’s valor is repaid

with anger and vengeance

that’s cocked and loaded

packed like black powder that’s ready to explode.

 

You know who these modern Ulysses’ are

because they have nothing else to lose

and they walk around with a coin clutched in both fists.

 

The only thing left to do is to ride the ferry

and return to a place were they won’t

have to fight so hard.

Published in:  on November 20, 2009 at 10:18 pm Leave a Comment

You Just Came To See Me Again

It was my funeral and you gave my eulogy, not about how much of a good person I was but instead you wrote two of the most painful pages you have ever written. You explained how how my kiss will forever haunt you and remorse will always be the flavor on your lips. I haven’t seen you in nine years; what made you come back? Your words are empty, just like how I felt after I gave you that one last kiss. It took my death to teach you that holding a grudge only supplies the heart with the greatest of  debts.

Published in:  on November 19, 2009 at 5:34 pm Comments (1)

To Ponder Stars Again and Again

Maybe stars are just orphans in space using flashlights to signal for someone to love them.

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The Sky, A Spring of Pleas

Stars.

Since the dawn of time

man has been enthralled,

with the shinny wonders in the sky.

Futility reaching for constellations

with eager hands;

but failing

to attain the gems that

they fitted in the sky.

but he didn’t know that

their origins are

really  from pieces

of his ex lovers’ souls

stolen by Apollo, and

placed on high.

And there is where they plea

asking to take his heart for one last,

dance

before the dawn.

Published in:  on November 17, 2009 at 3:37 pm Leave a Comment

Every Cliche’ is Rooted in Truth

Oh the woe of a straving artist,

The people hear are to deaf to his parables,

But slip in his bleeding heart…

 

We all recovering alcoholic,

Looking for the next heartbreak,

So that he can once again feel in between,

Death and life,

The inferno and paradiso…

 

Is it possible to blindly love,

and to find the X on the map?

 

I’m looking for you Some One

And you are the only one

Made for me

 

Everyone else just occupies my time,

But in my heart there is always,

A room waiting for you…

 

I once thought you were,

just a lie that evaporated,

maybe because I held on too tight,

squeezing the dream between,

my forefinger and thumb…

 

But I know you’re real,

you might be miles and miles away,

but I know I love…

 

I don’t need to see your face,

know your name,

hear your giggle,

to know that,

I was made to love you…

Published in:  on November 14, 2009 at 3:37 am Leave a Comment

Do It…Just Jump!

Don’t be a slave to the world today

Live a life that’s worthy living.

 

Don’t throw it away

 

If you don’t take chances

All you’ll ever know is loss

Isn’t taking the leap worth all the costs?

 

I remember that night where

My heart was running like a child

Lost in a department store

 

And I closed my eyes

And we met half way between

The stars and the sky

The earth and the moon

 

There are lips met

Like the water caressing the shore

 

Maybe love is cliché

But that night with our lips pressed

There I confessed

And we shared  communion

 

It was the North Star led me to your lips

And there I spoke my peace.

Published in:  on November 13, 2009 at 8:33 pm Leave a Comment