Fly Me Away

The little drops and laughter flutters
how my heart dissolves
my legs begin to shake.

This wet cold atmosphere can become a major problem
once I return I don't think I'll turn back.

One time I heard a man singing from the apartment next door. It was awful and out of tune. I never thought I'd meet a person who willingly sings and expresses themselves like that, until I saw them on the street. The voice was a kind, youthful tenor. The body was a sluggish, older, black man with a white tangled bird and a black streak racing down his chin. His eyes looked sunken into his skull and his lips were chapped and red from dried blood.

He willingly sang while I took a drag from a cigarette. Once I passed, he coughed and snapped instantly out of his immense dream. He took one look at me, grabbed the cigarette from my lips and snubbed it out on the curb.

"Don't do this to yourself." He said.

I froze in instant shock and terror.

"Our voice is one of the finest gifts a person underestimates. To pollute it with such filth and disgust is like spitting on a blind beggar. "

With that he started right up again and slowly gimped away.

Prophesize

The sun, the moon, the beautiful sky
in no way reflects my deviled eyes.

I wait and wait, until it's done
what beautiful motions, what terrifying light.

It rains and rains
but won't get wet.

We cry and cry,
with immense regret.

What happened to those days
when the sun would set?

Now stands a cloud of smoke,
red purple mountain majestic death threat.

Here we are with nothing to lose
the green grass slowly turns.

The milk curdled over night,
the glitter from our pours disintegrated.

What mortal fight is alright
can become the ultimate retreat.

The wonder of this world,
the everlasting regret
becomes the present
the present folds into the past.

With one breath
one blow
dust will cover the earth
everyone will be silent
marveled,
malignant
magnified
and
magnificent.

What, What?

I know now what I was meant to do long ago.

For it was told in the old testament and I'm a man of my word.

People used sacrifice as a blessing, but to me it's self pity. While it might be right, I still feel sick about it. The swirls in my head, the cold shudder, the harsh gravity of the situation pulls at my heart knowingly haggling my dreams. It's whether or not I want to step forward and leave it all behind or face the music and hope for a blessing in disguise.

My faith has long been denied, my prayers barely answered. The God I believe in sometimes becomes a genie substitute that I don't fully respect until I step outside my bubble, my love, my life, and evaluate the entire situation.

What happened to my confidence? What happened to my happiness? I never used to whine about the same things. I never used to worry about making a name for myself. The savings, the life I arranged for myself was pretty straight forward, and yet, almost two years later I've dug myself into a hole and am struggling to get out.

I feel at one with the earth and hold nothing but positive light in my soul but it's my mind that blackens the heart. The negativity, anxiety and stress hold me back from any chance at a real life.


The rain cleanses the earth
but the mud dirties the pavement.
What else can you do but watch as the sun hardens it into clay.
Eventually that clay is scraped and removed
but it's inevitable
it will rain again.

Wet

The only sounds you'll hear are the drip, drip, drip.

Bound and gagged, while lying face down on the dirty cobble ground I contemplated the fight. The inevitable struggle to break free, to sit up or to even find new view but instead I lied still. The heavy rain pour contributes to my prisons soundtrack and yet I'm more over joyed than unhappy.

Here in this small dark cellar is my home for God knows how long and I may never see sunshine but it's okay because I know that my family is okay. Specifically her.

The ground has slowly eroded around my body and the mud between bricks seems to be seeping through the cracks. I don't know how much longer I have before it sinks but I do know one thing. The man was right. The man with the dark shroud. The man who brought me here. Who sought me out and decided I was the right candidate for destruction. The one who warned me vicariously that the last sound I'll hear is the drip....drip....dri......p.

Bufferfly And The Bee

A butterfly flutters while a bee flies, but who says the flutter doesn't bite?

A rose is a standard, a dandelion is a weed, but which one is more beautiful against a lovely green?

To hide is to weep, to love is to creep.

Tye died, and tongue tied, I looked up and saw a smile.

Quick to anger and easy to please. Who says you can't hold the world in your palm?

Angelic, holy, lost and lonely, dark over comes light while it slips through the cracks.

Smoke, a bar, french music, so bizarre, I stumble and I fall until I reach the other wall, I can't seem to see, my words are much to weak, but somehow I luck out. Entwined in mine, his hand.

Broken Words

Wooden rattles,
stick and stones,
hyku's and broken bicycles.

These are the moments of truth.

When snow and dust,
cloud into one,

Nobody's ever really safe.

The beginning melts,
the end is near,
trust your instincts,

You'll never be the same again.

Jumbled words,
leak like rabbits,
tears on pillows,

Remind me of the sabbath.

If this planet ever really cared,
we'd all be miraciously bored.

Throw your trash,
eat those souls,
pastors preach,
but it's nothing but words.

Eat the rich,
steal from the blind,
a rotten apples just as sweet,
but dollar bills get you by.

Once more, cried the lame,
no more, cried the crowd,
but as they stood and watched,
the man became more powerful.

The dogs howled,
the wind blew,
but nobody heard her screams,
as the man wrapped her nylons around her neck.

A cigarette lingered,
the trash was pungent,
berets and horizontal stripes,
baguetts and faggots,
oh the life of a normal society.

Black eyes,
rosy cheeks,
blue lips,
pill popped.

Her firey hair,
the alagash white,
I knew she was in for a fight tonight.
Little did she know I had a ring in my pocket,
that was until she stuck my dick in a light socket.

Pro's,
ho's,
know,
by,
now,
how,
the,
little,
red,
girl,
got,
home.

Anxiously I walked through the woods. There, I saw a man who had been beaten over the head and possibly raped. Never do you see a man with his pants around his ankles but in this case you did. My first thought should have been police, but instead I couldn't wrap my mind around the people who would have done such a thing. I wanted to scream, but instead I moved closer and touched the purple body. It was like an icecube, hard and clamly. His fearful eyes glared up at me as if they were screaming for sympathy. So I pulled his pants up, shut his eyelids and kissed him on the cheek before I went my own way.