Monthly Archives: August 2013

Roots are Uncomfortable

Maybe I think too hard, rhyme too much, dig too deep.
I can’t find my cigarettes, my surface streets
To shut up the doors, dance in the dark- wild and free.
Where are those familiar surface streets?

Opium for the masses, or the comedown?
Should I wish to swim again on solid ground
So I’m not standing in a ghost town?
I got sick before this solid ground.

Nothing to lose, toes to the edge,
But you can’t build a life on the ledge.
I can’t bring two lives to fledge
If I can’t step off the ledge.

So bury the gypsy in a shoebox near here.
If I make it back this time next year
I’ll dig her up again, I swear,
Unless she finally disappears

Somewhere no one needs her.


Quotidian Versed

The wind an elegy
Turning from ash, to flesh, to ash,
Time chipping away the reef,
Degrading like trash
And I keep my doing.

Pleasantries and obligations,
Mixing and feuding mundanely
Late nights to early mornings
Fervently, insanely,
I keep my doing.

No more words.
Let that wind sweep away
The debris of impartial thoughts,
The debts I never repay,
So I can sleep uninterrupted.


Diamonds in the Rough

I remember watching the dark,
Pressure from all sides suffocating
Until I couldn’t breathe, no spark,
No light waves undulating,

But that’s how diamonds are formed.

Then there was the volcanic activity,
The heat and the burn,
But that expelled from captivity
Leaving no bridge to return,

Then I was found.

You chipped off the black coat,
Cutting and shaping,
Until what You smote
Filled with Light escaping,

And Light indwelling.

Once ash, now resistant
To the taint of impurities.
Once buried deep and distant,
Now You’re my surety,

And I’m Your treasure.

Your light dances as my fire,
Designed to disperse,
To conduct Your heat higher
Until the world is immersed

In the wonder of You.

Broken to adámas in Your hand,
Like Superman. Are Your streets
Just plain settings of gold bands
For Your work complete?

Your diamond souls.


Noble Sins

We found each other in dream again.
Amongst crude, ambitious men
Two classical souls cause sparks.

You kept a secret from me,
But I could plainly see
You had no malice.

Perhaps you are an idol of the heart,
A thing to tear down, and tear all apart,
But that’s smashing the Pieta.

I’m tired. I’ve done the best I could do.
Insufficient next to you,
But the rise and recede bring no comparisons.


Intelligent Design

Made wonderfully complex,
As the broken decays
You transform, resurrect:
Love displayed.

Made for a purpose,
One working member.
I wrestle with this-
How do I surrender?

Made for the essential,
Equipped before I began,
But these things consequential
All shaped by Your hand

Seem a bit grand,
A bit hard to understand.


Lunar Excavations

Troubling dreams, but you are there
As some protection, or relief.
It was your nature to care,
When fallacy sprang from my grief.

But those lies and strivings ceased.
Motionlessness ever abides.
Your ruins, abandoned in peace,
Unearth round all sides.

A warm and familiar keep,
But always unspoken.
It’s here while I sleep
I see what you’ve woken.

You gave thread as a gift,
But I realized, bereaved,
Somewhere through the rift
I’d forgotten the weave.

I am diminished by and by,
Even as I advance.
The girl who never said goodbye
Never stood a chance.

Her old bones would dry and dust,
Chalk adrift in the wind,
But these waves refresh what’s lost
And threaten to emend.

The gypsy wasn’t in my blood,
But in my motivations.
After all these tiny floods
Crack weakened resignations.

I buried my head in your chest.
You wouldn’t have me cheek to cheek.
So much of me is laid to rest;
The ghostly tune rings bleak

An echo from dream to dream.


Fade In or Out

Fractured
I confused
The guilty, the accused, the
Forgotten

Aimless
I wander
Through poverty, and squander, and
Appetite

Desire
I implored
For less, or more, or
Different

Eager
I persevered
Becoming the mold, the feared, the
Elegy


A Wall is Made of Single Bricks

I said forever was too long,
Too many variables to calculate.
I get my math all wrong.
I don’t believe in fate.
I said forever was too far to say,
But you can have today.

I said I don’t, I won’t, don’t ask.
I’m high-risk, low-return.
What hides beneath this mask,
Babe, you don’t want to learn.
My tomorrow is withering away,
But you can have today.

I said don’t fix it, just stop trying.
This record always skips.
I’ll drink until you’re dry and
I’ll pull until it rips.
I’ll burn it up, I’m burning anyway,
But you can stay today.

I was always skilled at treason.
I was always on the take.
I thought we could still break even
If we could still make a clean break.
I forced our futures on the scale to weigh,
But not today,
I kept today.

Who knew you could build a life
Somewhere inside each single day.
Now I’m a mother, and a wife.
You never listened, never strayed,
And in that gift you gave
Every day, another day,

Another everyday miracle.


A Cool WordPress

Silence cease.
I wish for words
Like jackhammers
To force release,
To bleed the fever
That burns the brain
But I live constraint:
A true believer.

I cultivate silence
But when it settles,
Like cooling metals,
I threaten violence.
I stand on an island
In ebb and flow,
And only waters show
What I have penned.

Is this the end,
When will it begin again?


Genesis

In a moment life began;
A fast inhale, free laughter,
And in the communion a taste
Of happily ever after.

In a shaded garden, a lie
Whispered, prevailed,
With sticky sweet drizzles
Over death exhaled.

The Self-Existent planted
His own seed of life
Into rotting mankind,
His chosen wife.

Pregnant still, with all
Resolution and restoration
A labor pang away, birth
Seals our sanctification.