Let me swipe away all the tears, So that my own replace their presence. I know you’ve only needed one droplet To fill a void. Because, the next scene Is when I consume all those who stand Between us. The next act Of our play…
Is life this Piece upon piece, of open and ripe imagery In the whispered moments, Where I dreamed to hold you beside me? Do you still dream Of every love gone right? You would still like to Roll among the fog and embers Beneath the…
Unbolt the feelings That take precedence Over the future, where I will continue to wallow In the murk and mire, Drenched in the dark blood Of many nights in caress. What times I choose to feel, And place a palm upon my chest To hear…
Walk through The long hallways, Where feelings break And cellars quake Along the broken symmetry Of his old and frail heart. Walk through What youth Deemed to relive, And never forgive. Because, all for hands to sift Is the burned images Of something not yet…
The blackest air,The disease,Was never enough to truly see youIn your time of plight. I kissedA song down into your throat,And drew a curtain asideTo see you even more. Love sleepsUpon shelves made of mahoganyAs an endless storm of books,Captured of each detail. Look upon…
Sometimes, When life looks in both directions, And can staple itself Against Hell’s ceiling And Heaven’s floor, We can realize we’ve stepped over stones that float Atop blood and marrow That swim in the heads of those ambitious Enough to follow their own voice. Oh,…
Split upon the image Of two destinies apart, from the other In time. I have loved a woman Lost deep in a landscape, A fire, A bloody mire That was as old as the tomb that shakes her form Down to its core. Love writes…
When life holds together Broken hands and broken fingers, The connection of pain. From the open mouths of crying widows, To the sung and sorrowful dirges Of impoverished children, Still can the brokenness find a path To a certain world, Where futures find shelter. To…
Just a taste, Just to implore You, to not move On the scale, where tall winds will tell their tale On your frozen form. I have bent What I have kissed, Your form, the exquisiteness Of everything I have ever missed From my life, to…
We often speak Too much on success. For the world has eclipsed All the puddles of love. All the tears that stay on the ground And do not raise themselves as a reflection Of what toil considered To be ever-more As the one to create…
