Sunday, December 27, 2009

I wanted to sail the sea,
but i became an anchor,
now my chains rusty and weak,
and my few few friends are starting to
see it in me,

they're all going to leave.
my hearts pointing north,
but my feet are heading east

and i see the shore,
but i'm not sure
it's the shore,
that i'm looking for.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

both gifts we give, shed to ours departed.

How deep;
You, and the ocean sink,
While golden gates assume;
Eternal rust. Isolation in
Jubilance, through blackened streets,
Once shadows and webs-
A dust settled rose;
How admired.
Wince wings of wax,
My lover flows, higher.
Breathless bodies, deep and slow
I among the sleepless (sinking) slaughter.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

playing house

So many secrets we share,
Groomed by glances and soft,
Small smiles.
Tucked deep away, hidden by our
Vocabulary of weak knees, quick nods and
rosy cheeks,
How I wish I had a lover whom never had to hear me speak.
Who’s kisses, not unlike a sunrise call for
Drapes to be drawn,
Who’s eyes invoke chapters, inspire stanzas
But read only mine.
While heavens glands may soak into the sea to breathe,
As I glance, she reads
My Dear, after me.