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