Apathy spreads like Gingivitis
Swollen tongue with crawling spiders
Be careful what you swallow
Decorated exposition in the tonsils
A deafening circus in dark spaces
Be careful what you consume
Grit like vines wrapping around
the excruciating sounds of chipped teeth
Be careful what you speak
Roses are red
Violets are blue
So much to love
about sensational you
Full of kindness
and tender joy
Abundance of life
Glowing spirit
A wonderful gem
Shining and rare
Sparks dancing around you
A never ending spectrum
of spectacularity
Loving and embracing
the fall and height
All begins with
Roses and violets
in your remarkable eyes
Proportions blown up
But I see nothing in the dust
Recognizing depths of fury
But I only see shallow
Fragments disoriented in your fingers
But I see clearly your distortion
Picture frames of happiness
But I only see gray and black
We will never see the world the same
In a garden of remembrance
Under a blinking and winter moon
Our love shimmers and blossoms
Inhaling your joyful smile
Memories guiding me to your heart
Seeking a resting place of tranquility
In a garden of remembrance
I found a shadow and light that reveals your beauty
Our love sparkles and glistens
Exhaling your graceful spirit
Memories flowing like a river to your heart
Residing in your sensitive arms
Sentiments drifting in a box
Grappling with drops of emptiness
Reflections of glee captured
A gem restoring faith and hope
Polishing off the elegant rust
Refined and forever blooming
Treasuring the memoirs
A jewel gleaming in the dark
Unnoticed but yet unblemished
Speckless on the inside
Crystal vase held by miraculous hands
A ornament made up of untarnished pearls
Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana
I paid a subscription to your diary
I paid a fee to have a piece of your heart
I paid the gatekeeper to find the key
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the politicians to write a book of lies
I paid the servants to disservice the king
I paid the sinners to sell their crimes
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the witnesses to run away
I paid the fortune teller to paint a picture
I paid the artist to forecast golden dreams
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the hunter to kill the enemy
I paid the invader to seek out the truth
I paid the villain to stab me with fears
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
Skating on a thin transgression
Meandering on a wide back road
Falling through a tangled excursion
Uneven and disarranged chaos
Deflecting the indifference
Lightheaded from my shortcomings
Crawling in my untouched exploitations
Juggling white shadows and black light
Washing away the birthmark
Recognizing the drawbacks and faults
Tainted in your burnt eyes
Bleeding drops of anger in my own
Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands
Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs
Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism
Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter
A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka
Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins
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Life is full of fast twists and slow turns
Life is full of unwritten expiration dates
Life is full of stages that blend together
Life is full of doors that open and close
Life is full of endings and beginnings
Life is full of mistakes and lessons
Life is full of blessings in disguise
Life is full of dreams and nightmares
Life is full of shades and sparks of reality
Life is full of diamonds in the rough
Life is full of unfounded treasures
Life is full of tears of joy and sorrow
Life is full of memories that we create
Life is full of wishes and memories that we had hope to make
1/16 inch thin layers
Appealing to the saliva of the dogs
Overrated and shallow interiors
Claiming to be a superior
A rancid exterior to animals
Gritting my frustrated teeth
Recognizing a frivolous mind
Intellectually inept and blank
A lost Aardvark in the desert
Shutting you off like a valve
Lacking the ability to digest
Mad at myself for allowing you in
A crawling fool on the inside
Seeking depth and connection
Seeing an overhyped individual
Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms
Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons
Our love trembles and yowls
Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures
Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins
Our love shivers and screams
Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm
Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall
Our love bleeds and pulsates
Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow
Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune
Our love flinches and grovels
Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers
Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch
Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands
Hunks of rubbish
Scattered bottle caps
Lumps of fast food containers
Dried up cheese stuck to a
week old pizza box
Sour milk and pickle juice
creating a horrid lake
Spread out diseases disperse
like ants and centipedes
Horrifying stenches linger
Ashes expanding miles and miles
Mountains of a monstrosity
Lingering funk travels like a turtle
Baking and sizzling in the sun
Like a junkyard in the desert
Rusty carburetors and mixed bolts
Tossed out old relationships like
last years self absorbed garbage
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Love my blackened scars
Love my lopsided flaws
Love my fatal quirks
Love my enigmatic perception
Love my complicated essence
Love my simple comforter
Love my undying will
Love my quivering fears
Love my shadow’s tears
Love my effervescent soul
Love my conflicted backbone
Love my distinctive complexion
Love my colors of my being
She dwelled in the chair of the copycat
She fell into a whirl of mischievousness
Rotating around the word swipe
She watched the clock tick in exile
She twisted herself between lies and truth
Revolving around the word heist
She was smoldering among the thieves
She lost respect when she stole phrases
Spinning around the word hijacked
She viciously borrowed invincible words
She stood in the shadows of peace
Circling around the word embezzled
She wore an invisible crown of deceit
She vanished when others pointed fingers
On the other side of the sphere with crooks
Staring at your vivid portrait
Awestruck and floating butterflies
soaring in my stomach
Tingling sensations in my bones
Enamored with your animated spirit
Full of zest and enthusiasm
A wondrous and gentle endearment
Voluptuous from head to toe
Captivating to the delicate core
Amazed by your enticing hurricane
Hot blooded and seductive
Drawn to your language and accent
Gorgeous makes me crazy
Swamped in a fluorescent obstruction
Cornered in a sea of obscure glass
Dismayed by the faint watercolors in your pupils
Stunned from the 3:30am neon ablaze
Unwavering sounds of turbulent engines
Nervousness wedged between affection and tenderness
Marveled by the touch of your scorched hands
A rendezvous of an ancient wizard and a reborn artist
Playing with altercations and differences
Gasoline wasted like the dissention in the atmosphere
Barely tantalized by your curvature
Flexing the irony and wisecracks
Mocking jolted decisions and pointing out undersized flaws
Irrational sentences dispersed like trash on a uncut lawn
Ignoring her dyslexic and child like tongue
Once in love with the snakebite and tortuous virus
Abandoning a run down jalopy on the side of the road
On the left of me charades drift
Grandiosity shrinks in a bubble
On the right of me a cliffhanger wobbles
Sick brain twisters entwine
Like a stickler stuck in honey
Mysteries fumbling in the peak hours of the night
Reciting the sixty four thousand dollar question
Disguised by a painted enigma
Lost in a foolish pseudonym
Wearing a gray pompous suit
Insincerity rippling in my veins
A glass image shimmering in your web
Sleeping next to a facade
Making out with tossed to the curb excuses
Complexity and complication is a mixed drink
Tangled up in a maze
Lying in narcosis
Descending in narcissism
brushing up against controversy
Collapsing into the static
Toppling onto the obsolete scenes
Squabbling over a chalice of ethics
Between the upside down convictions
and the cone shaped postulates
The marrow of my identity cringes
Glaring at the nervous complexion
A temperament slowly dividing
Daydreams sorrowing in the cloverleaf
My sun has set, I dwell
In darkness as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
To him mine evil plight
This bitter night.
I will make fast my door
That hollow friends may trouble me no more.
‘Friend, open to Me.’—Who is this that calls?
Nay, I am deaf as are my walls:
Cease crying, for I will not hear
Thy cry of hope or fear.
Others were dear,
Others forsook me: what art thou indeed
That I should heed
Thy lamentable need?
Hungry should feed,
Or stranger lodge thee here?
‘Friend, My Feet bleed.
Open thy door to Me and comfort Me.’
I will not open, trouble me no more.
Go on thy way footsore,
I will not rise and open unto thee.
‘Then is it nothing to thee? Open, see
Who stands to plead with thee.
Open, lest I should pass thee by, and thou
One day entreat My Face
And howl for grace,
And I be deaf as thou art now.
Open to Me.’
Then I cried out upon him: Cease,
Leave me in peace:
Fear not that I should crave
Aught thou mayst have.
Leave me in peace, yea trouble me no more,
Lest I arise and chase thee from my door.
What, shall I not be let
Alone, that thou dost vex me yet?
But all night long that voice spake urgently:
‘Open to Me.’
Still harping in mine ears:
‘Rise, let Me in.’
Pleading with tears:
‘Open to Me that I may come to thee.’
While the dew dropped, while the dark hours were cold:
‘My Feet bleed, see My Face,
See My Hands bleed that bring thee grace,
My Heart doth bleed for thee,
Open to Me.’
So till the break of day:
Then died away
That voice, in silence as of sorrow;
Then footsteps echoing like a sigh
Passed me by,
Lingering footsteps slow to pass.
On the morrow
I saw upon the grass
Each footprint marked in blood, and on my door
The mark of blood for evermore.
