Yup

It does

it's job

easily

&

readily.

For Savannah's Mother

how

wonderful it is to

find each other again

after this long

absence.

Bullets

What is beautiful?

*

Drag the pain through your eyes

and wrap them in cellophane.

*

your heart beats like a broken metronome.

*

how callously they lust after you.

*

all this nothing

*

more everything, less nothing .

*

fuck your expectations and learn to live in the moment.

*

make your own drum, make your own beat.

*

drop cloth casualty.

*

there are many ways to live.

*

understand that there are always more than two options.

*

Sarahphim

*

Snakecharmer

Venomous fangs sink into soft flesh,

injecting their poison deep into the

bloodstream. A waterfall of sweat

drenches to the bone as limbs tremble,

convulse the form like a dying marionette.

Landscape blurs as the body falls to the floor.

Desert heat rises with the eternal essence.

Silence In The Modern Home

If you sit in silence in your home,

the peace will only be broken by

the low-level hum of the currents

running through the wires. We

never escape it, we can only forget

its presence buried in the sounds

of our lives. It waits for you as sleep

evades and sanity lingers far and away.

Warning

they always bark against

madness,

death,

or

evil

at three in the morning

(or just

early enough

to wake you from your

sleep on a weekday).

they are coming,

don't say you

weren't warned.

Non-Constructionist Stance

I can't let you in

any closer than

you already are.

I can't trust you

to not destroy

this glass house.

Only I can wield

this hammer.

Wonder

The mind

can't help

but wonder

on all the

things it

can never

have.

Dropping Gazes To The Floor

the gaze in your eyes

dropped to the floor.

I stared at it in disbelief,

you never could explain

the pain away. it breaks

so easily, it breaks more

often than you care to fix.

those orbs grow empty,

as clammy hands fidget

fitfully. it broke so easily,

it broke too readily.

you are never ready.

Obsession

Release me

from your

grips.

This velvet

noose

strangles me

oh so perfectly.

Another One for B.S.

You look

every

bit

The Goddess

framed

in

Black

& White

fits

He spent more time waiting than doing. This night was no different. He barely

even knew her.

Words fueled by alcohol circulating the bloodstream.

Sitting atop the booth seats they spoke through the volume

emanating from the stage.

They had met and spoken before but

this felt a little different,

less business,

less guarded,

more human.

He could imagine her being in a film by Fellini.

It made him wonder.

It made him wonder.

Gemini

Gemini dear,

why must this

be so?

Gemini dear,

we will

these words

into being.

Gemini

be mine

(oh so sweet

and briefly).

Do I? I Do.

It could be

YOU.

It could be

HER.

It could be

the girl

at the gig.

It could be

a mutual

acquaintance.

It could be

the girl

holding my

drink last night.

It could.

Many Masters

Opal eyes

gleaming from

endless lives

stare through me,

speak like the

waters of styx.

A serene paralysis

holds me as history

flits across those orbs,

lives all too strange

and familiar to be

anyone else.

That hand closing

my eyes, gentle

and eternal.

This now is forever.

Life (etc...)

The answers are

never easy

but

neither are

the questions.

Narcissus

how easily

we gaze into

the mirror,

trapped by

our own

visage.

The Tides Are Racing Against Us

Oh(!)

we grow so

old

in our youth.

Making Choices

What shall we make

of these cliffs

collapsing

into the

water through

carelessness of

the elements?

Should we

stand back and

allow them to collapse

or, should we

intercede in the

natural course?

Like Miners In The Goldrush

the tides

in your

eyes.

_____

we never

said it

was right,

we only

acted

as if it

were.

_____

you may

have been

right

saying

my desire

is based

on our

inability

to be

together.

_____

let's never

fall in

love,

lust will

do just

fine.

_____

I want

to taste

the inside

of your

lips.

_____

the soft

sea gives

way to

the hot

desert.

_____

eros in

the

modern

age.

_____

a kiss

that kills.

_____

we

poured

drink

after

drink

after

drink

down

thirsty

throats

until our

lips parted

and met

once

again.

_____

we both

search

for

something

neither

can

provide.

_____

Gorgeous

I still

think of

you when

I am here

(missing

you

dear).

_____

days

become

numbers

as we

cry in our

sleep;

waking

we

wonder

of our

unease.

Pursuit

Our ambition

taunts us,

tests us

every step

we take.

It will not

relent.

It ensures

we will not

as well.

History (Recent & Otherwise...)

Bodies

twisting in

the dark

confines

of an

enclosed

space,

do you

remember?

do you

remember?

Rearview Mirror

The past

never

forgets

us.

Certainty

we drift

downstream

so easily

as the reeds

bend

in the

wind.

Optimist

This

perfection

washes over

us so

easily.

derniere nuit

a promise made

is a promise kept

there is no room to

forget.

Character Actor

You kept telling me about him that night. All I could do

was to sit there listening.

I'd heard this story far too many times before.

It was always the same.

Always.

There was no surprise in my actions, a dull repetition of thought & action.

How boring those moments of feigned intimacy had become.

You held me tight as we parted

but I was anywhere but there.

That night

it was I that left

it all behind.

The Well

Two summers ago the water began to dry up in the well. It was all they had to drink, bathe and cook with. He couldn't look into her eyes without a deep sense of shame, as if the drying up of the well was his fault, was a failure of his as a man.

They began going to the homes of their neighbors which were some distance away, to ask for water. They would carry the precious buckets of water on their shoulders joined together by sturdy branches that could sustain the weight of the journey. They would arrive home sweating and exhausted, feeling as if they were cursed by God for some unknown trespass.

Each drop was precious, a divine gift to be cherished.

It continued this way for months. They could sense the pity of their neighbors through their charity. It was never spoken but, it showed through their eyes. Each look felt like a thousand suns burning his back in the fields, relentless and unending.

She never complained but could sense his unease late at night as they lay in the darkness. He would stay awake for hours as she nestled against him in the dark. His anxiety turned to fear, omniscient and constant. Each passing day of this ritual killed part of him just a little more.

Why them? Why him?

It kept him awake for hours each night.

It wasn't fair, it wasn't right.

Where is the fairness in this God?

Have I not served you well?

Have I not been a faithful servant?

There was never any answer.

He began to sob silently in his sleep.

She would be awakened time to time by the sounds of his whimpering, the tears streaming down his cheeks in the darkness.

At dawn he would never remember and she would never say.

The curse continued.

Each sunrise became a sentence of shame and humiliation.

He lowered the bucket into the well one more time on a beautiful summer afternoon, hoping against hope that even one drop of water would taint the dirt.

It hit the dirt easily, the slack grew when it hit the bottom.

His heart sank to the depths of the Ocean.

Deep sobs welled up and escaped his chest, knees buckled,

he collapsed on the ground, limbs laying prostrate like a dog.

After a moment as infinite as space, he raised himself up and walked to the house.

Each step was measured and deliberate.

His pace quickened as he neared the door.

She heard him burst through the front door and bound up the stairs to their room.

He pulled the dusty lockbox from beneathe his side of the bed and opened it in a fury.

It lay before him, gleaming.

If he didn't know any better he would have sworn it was smiling. It felt good in his grip. All the power of God wielded in one instrument.

He stepped out the bedroom into the hall, approaching the stairs like a soldier ready to ambush the enemy.

He stood there at the top of the stair case looking straight at her, frozen like a doe.

Eyes that professed undying love could now only gaze in shocked confusion.

He drew and fired.

One lucky shot did the job as she fell back against the hardwood floor.

A silence as deep as space swept over him.

He began to shake uncontrollably as if in an epileptic fit. He dropped to the floor, cursing his name, cursing the well, cursing an unresponsive God.

He lifted it up by the weighted handle slowly.

There were still five chambers ready and loaded.

He only needed one.

It went off like a firecracker in the dark.

The muffled sound of an empty carapace hitting floor echoed through their home.

A silence as deep as the rivers flowed through the emptiness of their home.

It rained that night, the water flowed freely like blood through arteries.

Gorgeous(for B.S.)

This radiant sun

illuminates

the heart

so purely

as to be

divine.

Let us

become one,

oh radiant sun.

the final silence of the night

it does

one thing

and

it does

it well.

heart

body

and

mind

sailing

down

to the

edge of

endless

waters

Ask Yourself

Waiting

for this

moment

you always

wondered

what it would

feel like.

Well?

Another Night For The Books

the

glass goes

empty

as

we find

peace of mind

once

again.

Darkness

If this night never ends

will we ever see the light again?

Mother Night

We

(your faithful children)

always come

to nestle

in your

arms.

Mother dear,

take us home

then back

to the

light

again.

A Constant Concern

How readily we spill invective from

our mouths into the open air.

Our tolerance and love are matched only by

our capacity for intolerance and ignorance.

Where is the hope we are all looking for?

Happily

...and then we were married. It was beautiful,

the two of us

standing there

waiting for nothing

but the ever present moment.

"Then what,

then what?"

Violence

Cutting out

the violent

tongue

does nothing

to end the

violence of

those words.

Recuerdo de Anoche

En esta oscuridad

la uniqua persona

que yo puedo

recordar

es tu.

Asme Un Favor

Olvidate

de los de mas

y buscate

solamente

aqui

conmigo.

Orgullo!

Que libertad

yo ha buscado

con esta

lengua!

Si la repuesta es si, despues que?

me asusta,

pero

yo pienso

que alomejor

estoy

enamorado

con ti.

Sera (donde nos buscamos esta noche)

Escuchando tu voz

y viendo

tu belleza

esta noche,

yo busque

que tu

(o alguien

como tu)

eres la

uniqua cosa

que yo quiero

de esta

vida

mi querida.

Tail (Or ore Or?)

these seas

are too vast

to dwell

on the lives

of two fish

swimming

the depths.

How Beautiful You Are.

y

o

u

make

my heart

sing.

Cadence &

C a s

c a d

e. I s

i t e

v e r

e n o

u g h

?

Hunter/Prey

Lioness,

where will you strike?

Lioness,

when will you strike?

Llevame.

2 Thoughts:

1) The Isolation of Power

2) The Power of Isolation

}__________{

The Numbness Of You.

________

The Restless Anxiety Of The Day.

________

We Were Until We Weren't.

________

Talons Like Hands.

________

Cracking Ribs To Breathe.

Free/Way

a mass of

blood, bone,

flesh and fur

crumpled on the

asphalt.

Entrails burst out

of the abdominal

cavity.

The form

once living

now

disintegrating

beneathe

every passing

tread.