Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i know you,
i have read all about you from the books you have lent me
from the tv show episodes i binge watch every night before bed
front of the line for the movie adaptation that we hope will be good
and if it is not- i will still love it
show up early to your classes
stay after for office hours-
not worried i would fail the class,
just want to know everything
i looked you in the eyes
and i took your words as gospel
preacher of the light
the filler of void
an anchor in the middle of the ocean
and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason
that outfit you can wear during any season-
i pray to you;
before thy i kneel and worship the grace you give
the challenge in your eyes gives strength to those
that can’t will themselves from bed
that can’t summon the strength
that wish for change and are granted borrowed time from your generous hands
that you for the gifts wrapped in neat bows
an angel from below i thought sent to curse
to burn
yet you tend to my gardens
for i
for i am only a humble poet
a dancer of water for the moons wishes
a singer for those souls that cherish the moments that never end
and you granted my wish
for that;
i will love in my borrowed time
i will write about your words
about your beauty
about this life, from this view
chances are
i have seen the worlds true colors
bright amber in the morning
dusk ivy in the evening-
greed only calls in the night
at the door past 2am-
uses her key, the one i gave all those years ago
the smell of her perfume send me clawing at the wall
she’ll leave the next morning –
blood fresh under her fingernails, heels in her relaxed fingers
and the amber rays will watch the flesh
heal on the day
makin’ the day
feelin’ the day
here for the day.
steady hand
the god with the steadiest and he never misses
truth sight and a bond issued
we waited our turn for something this real
love this real
not the temporary they handout to appease you
they can’t be the one to please you
cupid has not found your one;
number forty-two thousand and ninety three-
hoping it is our turn, i will finally have my number called
not this year
or the next
others picked what seems at random
what is it that they have but not i
challenge them for the love that i believe to deserve
enough is enough and temporary handouts it is enough
they don’t deserve this as much as i
will hold hands in line together
and wait for our chance;
if i sold everything i have
i still wouldn’t deserve you-
it may not be true
but it is true to me
and i don’t deserve you-
but i’ll prove it;
the late nights let the past creep in
when the doors are locked and bolted shut
trespassing over my private property
and it’ll run a muck, yet,
everyday putting i will put in the work
from nine to five staying late working overtime
to prove that these demons don’t define me
and i will wonder:
i have brought myself from the darkest corner of hell,
i should have stayed and held that rope tighter
but i am here, fighting, so
does she deserve me-
and i see her working just as hard;
stomping her own demons
and i know we can survive anything
i can’t stay away if i wanted to
your hands melt my skin
leaves handprints behind like wet cement
i could never wash you away
like hunger i crave you
your lips against my skin
sends my nerves in to all hands on deck emergency
it is a power outage inside
body unlocks like an orange being peeled
and your love is the knife
i wanted to thank you
for loving me
i never make it easy
i fight like my title is on the line
but here you are
my defenses are only blanks
make noises and threats
jumping up and down to try to signal this jet from crashing
but you never do-
and i will hold you close
for i never want you to go
“The life you live is more important than the words you speak.”
-Mac
Chasin’ perfect and on the surface
I look so fine but really I’m
been runnin’ round missin’ makin’ somethin’ out of nothin’
catch twenty one- first time
I caught time it was fine until the lines
broken the goldmine. Please- stay a minute
will leave these spacesuits and fall back down
before you give me the boot. Curing clocks
just a gearbox we made to give a day meaning
just the same repeating all on coarse-
crash landing right on schedule to wake me from this faithful dream-
perfect.
it is easier to say you are a ghost
then to say you touched me
“They’re gonna try to tell you no, shatter all your dreams. But you gotta get up, and go and think of better things.” – M
Breathe- never fight it just let life in
an empty map not to mark it would be a mortal sin
meet your twin
out livin’ laughin’ makin’ love till the season changes
and it ranges but she is an angel
makin’ life worth lovin’ she told me
you can’t fight the feeling
never wasted moments been at my lowest
left with your condolence my own opponent
endless roaming and never frozen
but I was chosen through self demotion
can’t feel emotion just want to live on the ocean
through all the commotion I can hear her say-
you can’t fight the feeling.
you can’t fight the feeling.
Saint's Muse 