when your lips touch
telling me your coming home
like you never left
key still works
bed still made
lies still heard
when you walked back i knew it would all be the same
still
this bed never felt the same until you walked back in
Tag: Symbols
brunch
a cheese danish:
all the walls with the same wallpaper
found probably a walmart just like the paint
built in the 70’s, an older building on a newer street
a record among headphones
word processor among laptops
a cheese danish among iced coffee;
an older soul; at this foam party
more cardigans then sentences
yeah, i counted,
counted all the stars on the wall
the phones in hands
waiting;
waiting for tomorrow to wipe away this old building
these old records
but not this cheese danish;
i am gonna eat this
rocks and stars
i wonder why you wait;
on hands and knees
for the rocks to shift into stars
once the star has fallen, it’ll never glow
rise, it might shine for a day
roll around in the mud
but return.
oh baby you’re the star everyone wants
but no one can be
glowing steadily
wishing for a god
to bring your star back
she’ll listen
but not even she
can bring back what has fallen
honey flavor
it is a need
without second guessing or thinking
hands lay in yours
head in your lap
everything on the table
no where to hide
all on the line-
vulnerable;
in the eye of a lion,
weak and exposed,
in the eye of you
i found something new-
safety in fear
fear that this is a dream
a dream i never want to wake from
rating and reason
to hate;
i hate that i see it through these lens
with a rating and reason
never a smile and love.
bashing ripping tearing
screaming what do you mean
down a shallow hall
sending it back like a fastball.
instead of putting up your feet
having a beer
watching the game
laughing,
prison built of habits
guards wearing suits of routine
leaving the building on a scholarship of toxic purpose;
the one who judges
master of soup tasting
blender
it swirls inside me
nothing i can do;
locked in a room and nothing but a light-
hearing the blade swinging round and round
a powerful swosh like top of nike hill
falling;
shaking with floating pieces of a being
i can’t make out
and everything goes black-
falling to pieces breaking bread with an unknown substance
racing the floor punishing like grapes meant to be wine
it’s not fine the blade has spoken
a mango blast
a tango last
caviar verse
jumpin’ off a building with a blindfold on
never feared the bottom when the lights go on
changed my id when light turns to dawn-
and jump;
-battered brain loose feel it ridin’ goose
–sailin’ true never lied or held the truth
—this is that moment it was never stolen (took you long enough)
like what’s up danger
i’ve been waiting for you
the miner
i challenged you;
further then i should have
the cracks are showing and your hair is thin
and i blame myself.
never told you when to stop
showed you how to quit
just a brick and a pedal,
and i only watched.
i should have asked what you were thinking;
what was the miner doing in the deepest part of your thoughts
was it gold he was finding or coal
but seeing your eyes i know what he was finding.
your hands were clean
yet your body ran red
the miner never quit
and you payed the price
and i blame myself.
i could have stopped you
maybe saved you-
now i search the miners left in the dark
the miners left in the dark
a legacy – burning down the old ways
set fire to the original;
on the top of a pedestal
down into the roots ashes run wild
anger in the streets,
before the new;
the new way
a new pedestal
and a new match
yes.
should i?
wander around this empty room reading the same lines until they are burned into my brain
should i?
sing it in a different note feel it bottle in my throat read it write it on a different note
should i?
read about it on the front page kick it into another gauge feed it all into my road rage
should i?
show up at your door let you know this is meant for more i’ll never leave this is what i stand for
should i?
Saint's Muse 