Words of Creation

Blowing flowers
maybe willows
maybe poppies
or sunflowers
spreading seeds
that grow ivy
around iron gates
that provide beauty
to casted elements
from all life revolves
and all life evolves
just without adaption
playing with the words of creation
cohabitation
lacking
in sustentation
but this is neither
salvation
or damnation
just seeds in
the ground
of iron gates
blow just to wait

Yellow

Yellow kisses
on the top step
getting misplaced
by facial hair
and stolen
eyebrows

Though I want more
because it has been
a while with
a light in
these dark times

So we try
to see the
sun in the
clouds
but the skies
are getting darker
and it is
about to rain

Maybe one day
we will not
make our
would be lovers
referenced
by colors
but they provide
us with
a spectrum
to get through this
lifetime
forever

Heartstrings

Agony by numbers
finally able to see
what others could
all along
I do not belong
here nor there
having left pieces of my heart
everywhere
though I try
to hide in saturnine
nature
it is getting harder to hide
behind smiles
because even
though it is trite
the sadness comes through
these eyes

Someone said that,
that first love
did not count
and he could
be right
but I am hoping
not
because it leaves me
in no man's land
with emotions
I do not want to
confront
and friends
I know I should
desire to see
but I just
want to be left alone
because no one
deserves to be
with someone
whose heart
is without heartstrings

Societies and Civilizations

Able to walk on stilts
more then swim in water
without waterwings
but it takes more then
soul searchers
of deal breakers
to bring
dams to break
and let water crash
into societies
and civilizations
that would soil the earth
of pollution
and love
gone to waste
but this isn't a cry
for help
or a call for realization
this is sounding off for others
to see
love has made a mess
of me

FUBAR

I fuck myself up
about every other night
on bottles
but sometimes boys
and even when I get screwed
I realize I screw myself
because I allow them into
my pain
by hiding
the hollowness
of being
without the one
that made sense
of this life of being
Fucked
Up
Beyond
All
Repair
I'm hurt,
and I cannot show my wounds
but who would want to see
but who would want to hear
me repeat
Black and Blue
Black and Blue
because no one understands
since they want to see Brown and Red
but I sort of see the Red
because I'm bleeding
and there is no proper way to end
this

Unreachable

With lies laying on paper
Laid to rest
with chrome hinges
to rust
on the top of shelf
with legs cut off
so these days are unreachable
But there are not enough lies
to tell the truth

Around the Corner

My dreams
keep telling me
how things should be
instead of how they are
and it seeems so simple
in these fantasies
when these people come to us
instead of searching for them
it seemed so real
that it made it seem
like they are just around the corner

The Whore of Washington Square

Without you
I've been come
the whore of
washington square
constantly looking
and letting people
get away
with anything
just to try
to make it seem
like I want to try
to get over you
and I do
but not at
the rate
it is taking
because
it is taking too long
and the past is gone
so I've become this whore
and it is boring
because I never
get what I want

Sticky

I hear bugs as I go to sleep

from time to time

and I feel the sting

of the bees

as they surround me

with their honey

and I do not like it

because it make me sticky

Dear Mister Adams

Dear Mister Adams,
I would write to you
on a typewriter
but now is not the time
nor will it ever be
but I hear you now live overseas
and I've taken your post
in NC
for you sorrow has
influenced
many people like me

Dear Mister Adams,
I wrongly kept thinking
everyday
I understood
your crazy
fucked up
brain
but I
understand
today

Fool's Gold

It is so easy for me to live, love. and let go
I am not so sure why it's hard for you
to do so
It is not like everything we touch
turns to gold
so it should not be hard
to realize
you were fool's gold
and you would be a fool
to think otherwises
so
it is easy for me to turn away
maybe you should look the other way
because there is nothing here
maybe there never was
because I have moved onto better places
better men
and better love
because I am done

Seas of Green

If you would look into my eyes
you would see jade
that reminds people
of the emerald seas
and who I used to be
before crashing into
society
and in
reality
my eyes are blue
but I have made them
green
for
pirate thoughts
and
a petty man
who
I keep crashing
crushing for
because life was once
worth living
in the seas of green
within brown eyes

Geppetto

Who is going to take care
of the person that makes everything better
if he cannot make things better
for himself?

Coal

They would throw bread at our wedding
instead of rice
if there was a wedding
but neither of us will ever
wear a suit
and I have been told
to keep pretending
things are ok
for others
but I'm sick of
pretending
for my there is no
heart
where it used to be
for it has been replaced
with coal
without the power
to burn

Tumbleless Seasons

The fear comes rolling in
like tumble weed
during huricane season
but I am thinking of the past
while living in the future
what a fool
only my present
does not fit yet
in the future
others
used to
so I am trapped
in limbo
in the crack between spaces
but hopeful
of timelines
for
tumbleless seasons

Welcome Mats

Like a welcome mat
feeling stomped upon
but these moments
there is realization
as to why
the mat is there
for displeasure
can be pushed away
for opened eyes

Welcome
to what is left
and the
hope of what is
to come
for mats
are by doors
that open possibilities
making mats
not just something
to stand on

Carolyn

Can you hear them
Carolyn
the cries of millions
of screaming children,
the people that want it all,
and the serpents that
wallow in the deep in

for they all want
your wisdom
your control
or someone to
look up to
instead of being alone

Time has passed
and you cannot care for
the one
that comes
from
your womb

You must keep giving
what others dare not
Carolyn
because
everyone now
is your child
and you carry a burden
of civilization