I Thought About You

Per la mia sorella,

Outside, cold, under the broken stars with an open heart

Falling upward, through drops, I strove to make my wish spark.

It felt heavy, destined to doom from the start

I tried to reach the streaks of far-flung fires with my heart.

I made a wish because I thought about you

It was genuinely all I could do

I admit it won’t ever come true

So I sat silently in a horseshoed courtyard thinking about you.

As Miles swooned between us, I gave myself to this night,

Letting everything else disappear out of sight

So this roving memory would gain might.

Accepting finite certainty I gave up to this night.

I waited under the twinkling suns alone

Let it come true and be known

I don’t wish to glimpse etched stone.

I remained stranded in a yard all alone.

I sat starring, as the starry sky turned black

The thought emptied from my voice, as faith lacked

I wished maybe as a constellation you’d come back

Unanswered, my hope turned black.

Have Your Lips Ever Been Pressed?

Have your lips

ever been pressed against another’s

and felt the embrace of love

returned the same way it was given?

Do the cushions pushed together

help to remember

the reasons of conceiving hands

clenched in each others?

Has your lover

received your heart

the way it was intended?

Has your gut instincts reacted

to the suggestion

that his idea of love is perception?

His eyes glance at your lips

like obstacles to his intentions,

a loop to dance through, a hurdle to kiss.

Has his words lost there meaning; lost their bliss?

Words that are rehearsed

in the ears of so many.

Each of those many, lying down

to assume the chalk-lined imprint on a bed.

Have your lips ever felt the hold

of another who shares your vision of love?

Let lips fall on the same page,

with never needed worry,
wondering whether or not he would stop
if you asked him to.

Just lay next to me in bed;

with only eyes meeting on a pillow

knowing no physical touch.

No cares, no caress, no sound outside our hearts breathing.

Unity means so much more

when hearts kiss in the evening.

Forming a link that doesn’t care if it rusts.

Biting Words

I tried so hard to tell you off, but stumbled on my words. I could not outpour the hate I wanted so badly to say. Maybe out of good wisdom, I bit my tongue, or in recognition of my future crumbling, I wrestled with those words, I wanted so sourly to spew, but refrained. Either way, you never heard the honest truth of what I had stocked, buried cocked, with rejected memories, forever echoing silently. The vocabulary, burned in my throat and tiptoed behind my lips. The well-prepared syllables expressed completely, the person I hoped to never meet. I need you to stay at shouting space. Exactly, what I wanted to pronounce, when nothing but this odium of anger coursed in my thoughts. Increasing in distance from your ears, the monologue I swallowed is never explored, but was ready to explode. As I chose a higher ground, from such suggestions of inequality of human respect, these words, these sounds of utter detest, sat in lonesome squalor out of reach; finding themselves pressed to the roof of my mouth and dissolved to a bitter taste of defeat. My words, my poor heartbroken speech, in time will soon be forgotten letters I had in mind; wisely choose to never speak. Instead, I left you alone with your guilt and self-doubt, worse than any rotting discourse I could have spoke out. Tell yourself all the words I bring with my turning shoulder, happily alone without a sentence.

Simple to Dream

I now find it simple to dream.
Today I sat back and fell asleep.
Under the shading oak tree,
I buried myself in sweet slumber with ease.

Now I find it’s best just to dream.
Drifting away into a sleeping play,
I direct my life toward a different act each night.
Cheering on the floating lucid calm I find.

If I found myself swinging toward the same,
my naps will change,
Lulling myself into a new dream.
Letting the air swiftly carry me to the moon.

It’s fitting I find some rest.
Having worked all my love to death.
I relax with oak as pillow.
Finding dreams to be the solution.

Reducing activity from trying days,
life seems easier to portray.
Hazing drops of reality,
distract from painting daily pain.

It’s simple to dream!

Sun vs Moon

The cold persuasive stare of the rising crescent moon’s fleeting astral scowl,

a shivering passing glance during the recognized cosmic routine,

flies-by the fading feeling of the sunsets’ romance retiring.

A lunar revolution with the celestial twinkling stars.

Their guiding flicker anticipates ascension to the stellar universe’s heavens.

Deserting clouds wave away to the rays, as they help

shadow the falling heat of the sweltering sun’s dying light.

Silently retreating until tomorrows’ climactic beginning,

the heartbroken sun solemnly sinks behind the earths rotating body.

The sly illusive king star releases a misleading solar blink, as its radiance weakens from sight and dies for the night.

The overpowering moon shakes stardust from its eyes, and casts a snarled glare.

With galactic-gritted teeth it laughs at the remembered heights of victory,

only to selfishly fall victim to the ghastly sun’s warm and inviting morning smile.

The tricky embrace of false sincerity.

Screw and Nut

We both circle about,
clinging tight
through rough days and nights,
through rusting rains,
and breezing earthly shouts;
held together as one,
like a screw trying to be a nut.

Fuck Writing Tonight

Fuck writing tonight,
in the dark green color
of the pale moonlight.

Fuck singing voices,
in the poor pallor of
the lunar palace.

Fuck lyrical hymns tonight,
in the supersonic speed
of godly light.

Fuck beating hearts,
in the twine of
mutual thoughts.

Fuck poetry tonight,
in the visual symmetry
falsifying imaginations.

Fuck art,
in the assumption
any piece of shit qualifies.

Fuck this tonight,
in the very instant
I scribble it!
Fuck it!