The Calendar

This value has receded
into banks of goodness
it has faded

Lifetimes of courage
inside minds created

January's December
looked onto August

Leaves buried in the sun

Smoke and ice's fire

the letters of November

the insanity of May

the kisses of July

months, minutes...

Gone by

Him

You are in my dreams.
You walk in… constantly
Like a shadow blocking the sun

You engulf me
You are overpowering
Like a dominant king on the run

You settle in me
You supersede everything
Like all numbers delivering one

A Man of Substance

There are days
when the sun beats me
with its rays

There are times
when all I want to do
is decline

But if there is a sweeter torture
it is yet to be found

For you, of you, with you
I am forever bound

You are a life, a lie, a truth
But there is none
as consistent as your pleasure

You are a life beyond skies
found in heaven above
where birds soar

And I find no greater pleasure
no greater stance

Than when I am carried
between your hands

And if this love is a lullabye
I will make you sleep too

In an endless slumber
I will love you

Behind Eyes

The road of a thousand roses
facing the thorns life poses

Reactions of being understated
walking the paths to be fated

Shores of unseemly conscious
doorways of hated conscience

Green

There stood the hickory tree
leaves of life falling to the ground

There flew the bumble bee
torn wings making no sound

There is the shattered sea
shore rocks the water has found

There I see the bribery fee
metal and paper thrown down

There I find my rusted key
a lock so smooth... so round

Papyrus

Words...
They evade me
Running from me
like clouds in the sky

I cannot touch my pen
so hot and scalding

The paper so treachorous
It pleas and cries
"do not bleed on me"

Fear not my dead tree
I have no ink to bleed on anyone
My will is gone
You will not be injured further

Find my peace, paper
Perhaps I will bleed on you again...

The Beauty of My Pen

Black like a raven
Wet like the ocean
Smooth like a serpent

Temperance

The forevers captured far away...

Que Sera Sera in an age of races...

Thinking only before counting paces...

Distant in the quantums of emergence...

Revelling in pain of akward penance...

Sordid smoke mapping past figures...

Fragile glass shaking cement borders...

The foolishness of now begging to stay...

Misanthropism

No use for sorrow
Self-apology so hollow

Forgetful is what I am
Among memory I stand

I cease to bleed
No worries left to feed

My hand so empty
My heart removed fully

Fumes now instead of gas
Weary of been and has

Beautiful Endings

Conceptual is the artist
An artist of letters
These sounds synchronized
In soulless epiphany
Wishing in dreadful melancholy
Where to go, what to say

It's all the fateful chance of luck
Nothing concrete in this world
Water upon water
Soaked in minds

A world of surrender
Immersed in alphabet
Written to be read
and not set

Where can I find
This hard solid
world of mine

Perhaps in my own eyes
Perhaps I am solid
and what was water
has now become stone

Simply Put

Let’s take a little journey
You and I
The kind that traces the sky

We start on memory lane
Feels right
I’m finally going sane

It seems to be melting
Again
This heart of mine beating

It’s okay to be scared
Really
It’s something to be feared

I love you and you love me
Truly
Let’s make some memories

Ayla

What's wrong little girl?
Did someone bruise your mouth?
With kisses too difficult, too tender

Stole your breath away
With sighs drowned under

Pretty girl, cold and shaking
You know it well
It was time for your awakening

It was a course set from the start
Pretty girl with the heartless heart

You make locks and keys
Opening and closing

My poor pretty girl
I look in your eyes
with pools of sadness
you can't disguise

Come to my embrace little child
For I am misery so cold and warm
I'll hold you against your heart's storm

My poor pretty girl
with the heartless heart...

Candid

I see red
do you see me not?
Must I curve in liquid blue?
Watch you break in steel gray?

Is it my own fault
or ours to hold?
A burden shared

What life is this?
Taking all there is to be taken
Mountains breaking to awaken

Candid sores
I find them here... torn

Perhaps a train out of here...
up in the atmosphere

"Here" They'll say
"Here's your ticket to nowhere"
"Here's your pass to time"
"Here's all you don't know"

Regret

You are sweet sorrow
"I am bitter hope"

You are the Past's lies
"I am the present's cruel jokes"

You are helplessness learned
"I am lessons taught"

You are Life's whip
"I am its chariot"

You are a destroyer of faith
"I am the hand of mercy"

You are the enemy of time
"I am its champion"

You are pitiful
"I am courageous"

You are memory's angst
"I am the future healed"

You must leave us be
"I am all that's left behind"

Anger

You create sadness

"sadness envies me"

You are the tears of poverty

"I am luck's anguish"

You cannot withstand time

"Black hearts give me shelter"

You have befriended hatred

"It is mine to own"

You are petty

"I am justified"

You are a murderer

"I am the victim's family"

You are a curse

"I am a broken heart's blessing"

You are our enemy

"I am this enemity"

You cannot be escaped

"I am the prison and the prisoner"

You will never leave

"I am the key and the lock"

You are not forever

"But I am its end"

Temperature

Touched and untouched
like cries echoing

Cold and hot
like metal freezing

Up and down
fingers on my skin

In and out
a burning tongue sins

Touched and untouched
like fire's ice

Cold and hot
burning twice

Catastrophe

A world away
in another day
sighing catastrophe
in lingering epiphany

This light I find
in dark locked mind
a bloody key
smeared with catastrophe

For peace I search
in dark forests I lurch
Where it is, in time
Is all beyond this rhyme

This is my catastrophe
shining for all to see
surrounding these chains
blocking freedom's lanes
sadness gripping joy
life's convoluted ploy

This tragedy infused in me
therein lies catastrophe

Branded

Seldom is the way she cries

Beautiful are all the lies

Rights read to those convicted

Masterpieces of emotions exiled

Blinded senses set to be addicted

Dreams taken upon awakening

Fears that leave her laughing

One hopes when she tries

Memory will tear iron ties

So sorry, So hollow

It's her pride she must swallow

Kindness an unafforded luxury

Fate, a battle she won't follow

No more pain! Are the wretched cries

Branded... onto her golden lies