Q&A

Do I cross a line 
Perhaps…
Do I push up against the walls
Yes…
do rules bend at my will; with my desire
No…
Yes..
Sometimes…
Have I lived
I thought I had at one time! I was too young to recognize the power of my sex…
And now
And now what…
Are you living
Oh darling,  I’m just starting…to awaken

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randomness…

giving in 
surrendering
to the mood
inside the elementals
failing to reason
just lunacy of thoughts
flow
ebb
flood
recede
flood
recede
and so…
downloaded 
uploaded
randomness 
weak acts of words
without explanation 
take them 
roll around on your tongue
Absorb
absolve
whatever words be
sweet
Sour
salty
whatever…
it is always
ever the worse
beating
on my end

words rest…fire again

words rest
after the fire 
hardens their form
representing
the human condition;
breakable clay
Fallibility…
nothing unknown
since the age of reasoning
and in truth I err
I am flawed
saturated
portions I pour
words
to burn
to rest
fold into
soaking in tears
only to start
a fire once again
…and 
again

of fire and water…

There’s this color
I avoided my whole life
it seem to be everyone’s favorite
yet for years I wasn’t 
attracted to it
I never saw the appeal 
it was too light
too spring
too typical
maybe I thought I was odd 
never falling into
the “like it” category
maybe “normal” was
way too harsh
I was surrounded
by this normal color
a general blue 
yet I was drowning in fire
shades and shades of red
dark and bloody
warm and poignant 
low lying
brightly aflame
and I burned and burned 
but time began to erase me
I faded
damage changed my pallor
and I was no longer red
and became worse than the 
normality of blue
I was gray days
which turned into months
which turned into years…
something happened though
after years of living shut tight
my flames as ever long veiled 
hues of me hidden under clouds
although red was still deep in me 
I began to churn and groan
clutching blue waves of a sea
I stretch and sprialed 
surfed with my
perception wide open 
I could feel me 
the rise of flame 
the spray of salt
from the deepest parts of me
I spilled out 
poured ink
waterfalling
drowned in an ocean
died inside midnight
drank in the sophisticate
bathed in the wildest of these
embraced the storm 
fought the sky
tasted the river
choked on the prettiest of poetry
and within the reservoir of me
this ebb and flow of 
wounding shades
this found substance of 
torrential rain & exposed flames
I am…
weaving spells
kissing anarchy 
bleeding  ink
of heaven & hell
and clearly I see
I am…
everything of both
…fire and water 

a lingering red…

i thought
it possible
I could
run the
sin out me
I tried tonight 
the steam rising
in the huffing of my breath
my feet pounding
music pumping
Bloodrush through my veins
yet…
it was there
in my mind
in my heart beating
in my breath
in my soul
sin embed 
a stain
this permanence 
raging
a lingering
darkening red
And I soak in it
forever slain
a written tale 
in the book of
life…

so I walked instead

Current mood…

Sometimes you just want to scream “F” off world! And if you don’t understand this desire or ache or troublesome way then you probably shouldn’t be reading a thing I’ve written…oh and “f” off, you and your judgment!

(1)

Turn Around 

her eyes
turn away
hush
shove your
mouth in the
pillow darling 
suffocate
surrending sway
the rear view
such a sight
to capture 
to use

(2)

Murmuring

tide
ebbing
sea
sullen
warring
cu*t
cunning
siren’s scream

(3)

Slanted

tilted
edging
bitch
that
she
be…