Poetry · Writing

grand reveal

i am constantly pretending

and now I don’t recognize

what is under the mask.

sly smiles and cheeky jokes

no one would think twice

but I thought twice

’bout buying a train ticket

anywhere.

the mask is cracked

and my tape walked out

glue left when it started raining

and the store is closed.

so what do you do-

when the light touches your skin

for the first time

reflecting on baby pictures

you did it back then

when love was free.

it has cost me an eye

just another sacrifice fly

and without the mask

forced to be unmasked

can see right through me

all the scars and the third degree.

will see who really will stay

when the monster is revealed

Poetry · Writing

5am on the water

bought a boat today

going to sail into an unmarked pier

and watch the sunset

i saved the receipt

i know it will let me down

hard to see the beauty through the pollution

i can hear her voice

could not find the words to tell her

beauty will always have pollution

but if we wont enjoy the beauty

we have lost our power.

i saved the receipt

because the beauty is not as beautiful without your beautiful smile

and i know you would like this

the reflective water catching the crimson rays

and i will not behave

i crave the engrave

of you

and a will to share the beauty

with a beauty.

Poetry · Writing

Opening the Airlock

We grew, together

holdin’ hands through pictures

mind the gap in time

I promised it would all be fine

just not all the time.

I know I can be an asshole

makes you want to leave to the south pole

couldn’t get you to stay

a little lost a lone stray

diggin’ a hole and it’s not finished

can’t put the shovel down or start another hole

and that’s a different story

flippin’ the pages it’s just too lonely.

Was always workin’ on me

but you were here with me

never stopped to smell the roses

hell couldn’t get you outside like a poem

missin’ the point it was right under our noses

watering the garden

but never saw it through

and now it’s through

through all in all you’ll still be the one

chasing but it was a hit-and-run

chasing running water

graduated from running college it’s my alma mater

but I’m still runnin’ never tired

writing this standin’ up always inspired

our song on the stereo

moving pipes Super Mario.

This is not a game

and I always carry the blame

punishing myself staring at the sun

watching the clock run

and I’ve never been that fast

day is gone now it’s overcast

and you’re still gone

telling me to walk-on

you’re so good at it now demonstrate

would be so easy a few blindates-

 

rather watch the clock

let it dock and I’ll walk

pass the cross walk

counting the days till we make the bedrock

again- but I’ll walk

sleepwalk

dreamin’ I unlock that mental block

shake the shell shock

no more double talk

never writers block

it won’t take sherlock

and after the aftershock

will be out-of-wedlock.

Poetry · Writing

Crash Bash

workin’ nine to five

just me and you lets thrive

put in the time to revive that sex drive

bouncin’ round like Crash Badicoot

there will never be a substitute

no one can dispute how good you look in that birthday suit

girl just sharin’ a piece of my mind

the world has been unkind

but here- there is nothing behind just focus on that grind

just me and you- nowhere else i’d rather be

no lsd- all here explorin’ every part of your sea

an start are own family tree with a little vitamin d.

Poetry · Writing

Missed Calls

Been out all night

just keep losing track of time

don’t think I’ll be home tonight

and you’re sick of it

it wasn’t the same

once that check came in

couldn’t get old sit waitin’ for them to catch me.

you just wanted me to be the way I was

before they knew me

before I kept breakin’ all these promises

will go on vacation when I’m done

I’m never done

one after another and you keep callin’

and you’re just not happy like you were

and I can’t stop

didn’t think I’d lose you when I reached my dream

all these missed calls- you go into detail

’bout how you used to love me

but I keep changin’ like the leaves, hell

go, you’ll be fine on your own.

Poetry · Writing

fairy

it is like i am sick to my stomach

twenty-three six and you are

catching butterflies in my belly

putting them in a jar for your amusement

and you will release them

call me

and do it all again

will you ever get tired

you must be exhausted

my little fairy

delicate wings

untested skin

i think about you all day

every day

wondering if you will come out

i would like to see you

go see a movie

incredibles on blu ray

watch dogs in the park

eat food at restaurants

see a play at the central

kiss on rooftops

but you like catching butterflies

poking holes in jars

dancing where it is safe

but i know you want to come out

you do not need it

but i will protect you from the sun

and pick food that you will like

you might not think so

but you are worthy of love

this love

so come out

the butterflies will not go anywhere

they only come out for you

Poetry · Writing

lilypad

been there and back with you

cold shower in our apartment

using our silverware

sleeping on our couch

feels like hell

being this close and so far apart

but it’s the love that keeps me here

rooted to this couch

waiting for you to let me back in

i have done all the crosswords out here

seen every movie

watched every single episode of how i met your mother

twice

i need my lilypad

you will push

but i am not going anywhere

only going to pull you closer

i need my lilypad

a pause button would nice

need your fingers to feel my brain

your body to leave the cold night behind

pancakes in the morning

never get enough of you

refills are not free but i will pay every cent

this is our pond

and it would not be home without you

Poetry · Writing

Lotto Tickets

winter time

frozen tears in my eyes

all out of juice

something like a tin man

need a little loving to feel my knees

wagging my tail at the sound of those keys

just as foolish as that good boy

never got any warmer three coats later

ever seen a goat in a coat

you’re about to see one walk out of here

nor here nor there gone in the wind

maybe in kansas or colorado

always been a little rocky

but that river still calls to me

like jumaji those drums beat for me

crossing in wind and snow

with nothing to show

a bag and a book

a fool i was called a not a spare second

the keys will rattle

and echo through my brain

three states away

will you find me

or is that a pipe dream

are you even looking

or am i out buying lotto tickets

will you take that chance

or turn the heat on