what do you do

when your words aren’t powerful enough-

not getting your message across,

i love you-

or when the mountain comes crashing down

when the gods say that is enough

and strike the planet barren

it is you that i want to stand next to

hold hands and have a final dance.

i just want you to know

that i want that dance

when the firey temple comes to collect

it’s you

it’s always been you that i wan-

that i need

when the rivers run high

and oxygen is a premium

will conserve it together.

when the darkness comes around

like it always does to play its will full tricks

i’ll never wander- i’ll be the light

and count the seconds until

we are warm in each others arms.

was that- strong enough?

this one; is for you

yes you, listening to this

reading this

you know me better than most,

passerby will label;

boy girl man fag straight short quiet

but you have seen me

heard me

opened the door i led you to

and the key are the lines that you dotted.

thank you

for hearing me

reading the words that build up

in my blood and my lips

and that kiss was for you

the words that find me when people label me

the restraint felt then to find the paper now

to tell you, you’re not alone

you have me

and i have you

and we’re listening

reading together

drafting lines to sew up this seem when the world decided

to cut us open

our words will heal those who bled

and will remind those who cut

that we are not alone

thank you for listening

thank you for reading.

 

So cute, you wanna be like me

just a scrappy kid workin’ twice as hard

singin’ for a nickel so carefree

have the world on silent with such disregard

until, until, there is no longer

let’s get lost inside the clouds

and you, you don’t gotta work harder

I can calm you down, yeah

I wanna hear your song,

a quiet ensemble playin’

a beat, never-ending lifelong

just layin’ with you swayin’

hold me close don’t hold your breathe

that’s really your favorite, I know.

 

the ground you walk on

is red carpet.

a little sigh and the crowd will cheer

begging to be the one you call-

and i

just a mere paper boy.

only time I’m in your presence is when i read the front page

sometimes past the new shooting

but there you are

a queen.

you know i breathe but you don’t know i exist

walkin’ this earth (the same as you)

just not in your light

and what would the sun be without your beauty to shine on

without your beauty, a poet to rhyme on-

but i

just a mere paper boy

 

will work my route

spread your beauty

but i will keep one for myself

not just for the crossword later no

but because your mind is the treasure

six letters down and it’s just lovely

and little girls will read this

wanting to grow up and be just like you-

 

i like to dream that’s our little girl-

you can teach her how to act and speak and be proper

and i-

the perfect throwing technique of a paper

she’ll be unstoppable

It was sunny Sunday afternoon

when that call came through-

pleading it was not you, it was me.

but it is me, hands are not tendered enough to peel back

all those layers, not just any ogre- but my heart is a swamp.

Playing pretend so it doesn’t exist, a couple of cards up your sleeves

so we’re never playing with a full deck

but the odds are always in your favor

never a full house but get this straight

you’ll flush me away royally.

 

I dream of the day

when the deck is full

and we play solitaire

side by side working to work back

all the layers of the sweet cake-

the one we baked together,

push back the hands reaching for the first slice

no no no we worked to hard for this delight

and with all our might will be the ones

to take that first bite.

you’ll trust me to feed it to you

and not rub your face in it

we can’t solve the worlds cube

if we keep burning the stickers

off our Rubix-

 

and we enjoyed that game,

no hidden aces, chips in our pockets

side bet with the man with the side burns that belongs in the eighties,

we took it on

by ourselves.

I watched the clock

in admiration

still hands confidently knowing

that there will be

a tomorrow

Trying something new

a long-winded form

but I’m worried-

I’ll run out of words.

When the fountain of youth dries up

and I’m dried up

will the pen be at my side

like a lover in my final moments

or will it leave

like a lover in my worst.

These words are all I have

reading the dictionary like a playbook

like a menu of life

from the fanciest restaurant on this planet

and I’ll be the only alien.

These words aren’t just for me

I want them to carry

carry the ones I love over the threshold

to you reading right now

to drive over to see that person

yes that person the one you deny loving

because it is to hard to or they just don’t know

and tell them that this is for them

and they’ll see your beating heart in your hand.

I know the feeling-

her love to me is like a lightning bolt

entered without warning and left everything inside

melted and soft

but when she leaves it’s all

static

like a black and white tv after midnight.

So will train these words

put a headband on

turn a lap into a mile

so I can carry this fear in a pocket instead of using these two hands that were just meant to hold you

and these words will carry.

A lot of the time

I don’t know what I’m doing.

On the train reading Iliad realizing I’ve never held a spear-

fought for something bigger then I-

no I couldn’t imagine what that power would feel like

I would just say the steel tip drew blood

quicker then the pen could spill ink.

maybe it was poor choice of words

maybe- am I holding the right spear?

Keyboard warrior

fighting for the little guy

for me who couldn’t say a word

for someone like me now, struggling

this is your spear.

I do not blame you

left the door wide open

treats on the door step

clutter in the bedroom.

I basically asked you

told you to get the fuck out

I need you here

but I do not deserve you

you could be solving global warming

curing cancer

writing the next great manuscript

not worrying about what page I am on

did I send out those poems

did you pick up the dog from the groomers

(shit)

 

The world needs you

it would be selfish-

to keep that door closed

 

but, I will not close it behind you

selfish or not

I will watch you

rule this world

and I will write about it.

We watched the sun set-

it won’t be the last time either-

yet, either reality or responsibillity will break this spell

it’s one of those knock off spells

the lasting five minutes type-

but i buy them everytime

just to see the rays surround your eye lids

to watch your hair brush back without your hands

i fill up my mental sd card everytime.