2 Thoughts:

1) The Isolation of Power

2) The Power of Isolation

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The Numbness Of You.

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The Restless Anxiety Of The Day.

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We Were Until We Weren't.

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Talons Like Hands.

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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.

Broken Glass

When the glass hits

the floor

there is

no going

back

to the

form

it once

took.

Yes. Yes, We Could.

We could drown in this indifference

if we let ourselves.

Home By Any Other Name

In the city

every room is a madhouse.

In the city

every head is a personal hell.

In the city

every street is paved with good intention.

In the city

all the madness becomes normal.

Why?

Because

we need

each other

far more

than either

of us would

care to admit.

It's A Long Way To The Beach

There is a certain kind of silence

late at night that most will never

know. The sound of bodies resting,

breathing at a relaxed pace which

their normal lives exceed. You can

hear the cats copulating in the alley

much to the nuisance of those drunk

and trying to get some sleep. By the

beach, if one stills the mind and body,

you can hear the water gently lapping

the sand like a lover nestled between

thighs tightening in late night rapture.

Cars pass by intermittently as restless

minds stay up wondering about the

sounds of the restless city by the beach.

Evening

evening comes close

and touches my hand.

she tells me

everything

is going

to be ok.

Esperanza

the light shining

through the crack

in the darkness

illuminates

the path

enough

to keep

us going.

The fairy tale came true for you.

The glacier cracks

thunderous

as ice rains down.

A newly born

white leviathan

slides into the

sea. A journey

far and away

to temperate

waters will

melt the giant

into the sea

from which

it came

Disappearing Act

I slipped on my mask as I walked past you,

hoping you wouldn't notice me coming near.

I breathed in deep and held my breath. You

never looked once. Such strange creatures we

are. I looked back only to see you join the

crowd like a grain of salt falling into an hour

glass.

Dudes & Damselles

Sitting in the rusted (out?) wrecks of ourselves

We share meals at long tables

Like Mexican royalty

As they bring our plates

Of chile rellenos,

Burros, huevos y mas.

Our blood is primed

From drink, our lungs

And skin resonate

With the smoke

We’ve inhaled.

We laugh,

We share

The burden we’ve willed

Onto ourselves.

City lights glow outside,

Humming loudly

But drowned

By the rhythms

Of the tires

Passing by.

Plantlife

tender tendrils touching

the spine, crawling across

skin like a lovers caress.

green fingers tousling hair,

taking hold, taking over.

a hundred fingers over your

mouth. muted horror.

Over Turning The Rock

Turning over the rock

from the grass in which

it is embedded,

the moist

dirt teems with life

squirming to hide in

darkness once more.

Do we return the rock

to its place

or leave the dirt

exposed to the sun?

RE: Words

Do you just throw them out there in hopes

that a few will get your point across? Or, do

you meticulously pick and order them for

maximum effect? Perhaps this has never

crossed your mind until now. If that is the

case, what is that like?

Genre Jargon

Hello lover,

can we forget

each other?

Plate Tectonics

Continental plates grinding,

shaping and reshaping the

known world. Oblivious,

we carry on as if nothing

were happening beneathe

our feet.

Post

She will forget us

once we have left.

Seasons will turn

in our absence as

the years return

the land to a

natural desolation.

the Why.

we

carry on

not through

some

Winston Churchill

like devotion,

we carry on

because

what else

could we do?

The Final Meeting

Like all the great masters

you worked and

worked until

the very end.

As it approached

your gaze never

broke with its eyes.

Body collapsing,

the spirit raging

within. The time

had arrived at

long last. It wasn't

the women,

the alcohol,

the madness of our

world that brought

you to an end.

You asked

"why me?

why not?"

breaking time

gathering sand into a glass.

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The sky grows dark

as the clouds gather

to bring us rain once

again.

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The metronome slows down

as its gears grind to a halt.

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Conclusion Written In The Middle Of A Bottle

After everything,

the night

became

beautiful

at last.

Small Kindness

It's

the small acts of kindness

that keep this world

alive.

In

the face of abysmal odds

or

encroaching responsibility,

these small acts

keep the soul believing,

keep the body moving.

Kindness,

so small,

how large you loom

in our continued

existence.

Essential Knowledge Of The Western World

The

Blood

Flows

When

The

Money

Goes.

A Smattering Of Random

When the silence comes

will you hear what you’ve been missing?

Your tongue forgets

what your hands remember;

isn’t that

always the case?

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In these dreams we become the beasts

we had always hoped to be.

_______________

This lust blinds us.

_______________

Driving the madness away and back again.

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Communion

We share this communion

bathed in sound

under the cover of darkness.

This pain is meaningless

when we join together

to drink, laugh and

live our lives

in a manner of our

choosing.

How beautiful

we are as one.

this Demon

this Demon resting on my chest

as corporeal form rises above

this place of rest. chest tightens

as space displaces the contact

between the known. sinister

intent broadens its smile.

muted mouth cannot speak,

cannot scream. thoughts stream

in terror as only one answer

emanates. laughter, I fear

nothing. not you, not this.

so it ends, space closing,

coming to rest once more upon

the bed. a fitful sleep.

The Creator Has A Master Plan

Unseen fingers stirring tides onto shores

where water laps the sand upon which

you rest. A constellation casting its light

down upon your eyes, removed by space

so distant and dividing. Wind speaks in

tongues so ancient that language forgoes

words, aims straight for the heart of the

soul. Gifts showered on us like torrential

pours, skin inhales the succulent taste of

stimulation,vibration. Each heartbeat a

sunrise of endless gratitude; night and

day prosper in endless harmony. Your

hands touch the water lapping at your

feet. Harmony in creation, life found in

the essence of essential vibrations.

The Creator Has A Master Plan.

The Creator Has A Master Plan.

The Creator Has A Master Plan.

Crystal

Crystal tears shattering on pavement.

You no longer buckle beneathe heaving

gasps of breath. Tears long past and spent.

Photographs

Pretend

who you

wish to

be care

fully.

Girls I've Known

We all grow older

with the passing

years. It is a fact

incontrovertible

to any other

mode of thought.

Seeing the faces

of women I have

known; watching

them age in still

pictures, the years

reveal themselves

slowly, spreading

through skin and

smiles. Youth, so

fleeting; how quic

-kly you leave us.

This Weekend Wasn't Enough

Your name is on my lips

as I seek to bring them

close to mine. Thoughts

of you dance fitfully in

my mind as the midnight

hour closes in. Let me

take your breath and

feed you with my kiss.

Little Ducks

Little ducks

all in a row,

holding hands,

walking down

the street.

Within Grasp

This life flows w

ithin me and thr

ough me.It feeds

the pulsing veins

in my hands as t

endons and mus

cles grip, grasp a

nd manipulate th

is world one digit

at a time.

Wine/ing

The wine flows

like blood through

veins into arteries,

pumping through

muscle, turning

skin electric.

Eyelids drop

as consciousness

rescinds its gift

Pieces Of The Past

If I could I would

this time around.

Hesitation banished,

only one thing left

and that would be to

"____________

______,

____________."

But is it true?

Everything Is Present.

Nothing Is Absent.

Weathering This

And through

this tempest

we will find

our way.

Restraining A Blossoming Flower

Let us consummate our sin

in amber glasses

of paraffin.

Factism

if your mind

is open

you

will always

see the truth.

Exquisite

waves crashing on this shore,

your hand resting in the sand.

blue eyed beauty

moonlight reflects on your porcelain skin.

the beat has ended

as you rest peacefully.

blue eyed beauty

beneathe the moonlight,

what can you tell me tonight?

Fresh Tendrils

TENDRILS

snake UPWARD &

pierce skin,

searching for veins to go in.

Gently & Tightly

they coil upon limbs,

a velvet touch

waiting for sin.

Razors Razors Razors

Scar Symmetry

Butterfly Fingers

I know I'm alive when I'm in your thighs.

Your Honesty Always Turns To Lies.

You're peculiar, You're familiar.

Weigh the pain away into another place.

I guess you could say

it will always be this way

I guess you could say

cut it away cut it away

A Hummingbird lost in a valley of Mockingbirds.

Free Write #1

find the form and then abandon it

beneathe the weight of your expectations

we drown steadily and easily

it never occurred to us in the brief passing

moments embers burning til morning

the sun illuminating the tragedy we make

musk with our midnight bravado

peeling skin like onions it always

makes you cry baby oh baby it was

like this but it never was trust me

tryst me baby one more time like

lime in the quarry we never worry

about the artifice our lives concrete

plugging up ears eyes & mouths

original thought kept or stultified

yes yes no no more more is what

she said she said she said she said

before the screen ate her face and

ran into hiding from the law less

ful(?) such violent violet running

down your leg red oh so red but the

it was is then because if you could

then were wasn't here or there it

could just as easily be anywhere

but but but but but her e or is it

me me me me make em we or turn

the page and spread the tune and

make it viral like a video or an std

becomes your choice freedom of

choice free dumb of choice our

free dom our free dumb of choice

Splatter The Wall With Red

Cut The Crap And Fuck The Facts

Pastures Of The Abyss

I'm Gonna Go Where The Violets Grow.

In Heaven

and when our time comes,

our heaven won't be filled

with clouds, harps and angels.

it will be dark, quiet, and the

only sounds you will hear

will be far off into a distance

you will never reach. you may

think that doesn't sound like

heaven at all, or is it?

Helen Oh Helen

Helen dear

heaven in life

Helen dear

heaven is here

Helen oh Helen

where did we go right

Helen oh Helen

where did we go wrong

Helen oh Helen

Helen

this could be the bitter end

to a sweeter age

Helen

what have we become

Helen oh Helen

this thread is undone.

sc old

put those words away.

you never know what

they mean and always

act the fool. you silly

boy, always dreaming

those foolish, silly

dreams.

Who and Where?

I can't stand to be here any longer.

I hope you understand.

It's not anything you've done,

I've just changed.

Don't cry,

it's not easy for me either.

Please stop, you know I can't

stand to see you like that.

I have to leave.

There's no going back.

I'm sorry.

the sound of a door opening to cars buzzing by,

the wind blowing through the curtains,

a door latch catching,

a gentleness one cannot repair.