Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it is in our dna
like a skeleton in our closet-
we were made through violence
the quake in my clench fist
was the same in my past life;
it is not what i am here for
to lay down the sword and wield a shield like cap
i will use words to diffuse
this fuse and the only bomb that will drop
are f bombs to clear the fucking rubble
history only outlines today
but will still build an empire
an euphoria haven of shields
cutting fields of old patterns
burying violence in a grave marked yesterday
i prayed once-
like a message in a bottle i threw it in an ocean of many
they clinked together like after a toast-
or a prayer
i do not know if they will ever get to mine or which god answers the phone
maybe it is like the lotto system and we are all on hold
waiting for our number to be called like the dmv;
the bottle was ordinary but the paper was special
out of a journal with muses on the cover
thought they would get a laugh out of that-
whatever god; he she it just know i was in a dark place
darkened scribes on a windy night
saying hello to the moon inches from a fall-
i would not bother you guys
if it was not important
was hoping to get into the priority lane
but i have missed church a few hundred times so i get it
just need something to go right-
anything;
challenge and admit
never one to quit
just on you-
on the full moon you showed your true colors
broken bottles fury nights slashing fights
knowing worth is not measure in dollars
just broken windshields
chasing night and day
like a dog on the freeway
not after a bone
looking for something i found and not ready to give up
the time has not come
just a chase;
worth every drip of sweat
blisters and speed bump-
for when i catch you
time moves at a reverse pace
your hand pushes the clock backwards
and moves mine forward
towards her on the tip of her chin
lip breaches her timid skin
surprised i caught her
but the chase only made time more valuable
she said she missed the old me-
the one with the funny jokes
and the unbreakable smile
never hanging from rope just above the tile
the version of you that never updated
who told stories of full hearts
standing- never wavered
now tells stories of death through fine arts
sit high like a king with his chalice
and below his subjects full of malice
switched from meat to salads
bought a case of m light and you were at wine palace
remember when we dropped acid-
where – did – you – go
( who walks in the shadows of your once peculiar self, the tepid demons haunt and talked their way into your skin to walk a path of coal never meant for your loving feet- they trashed you and colored your eyes green so you can profit and all i- we want is to banish and summon the cozy knight once more )
insults are like rain
the day couldn’t get any worse
the sun will never rise again
but
it washes away the next day
you are a trampoline
for everyone you love in your life
bouncing high in the air
while you slowly sink in the ground
you are a relic of the home that once was
aged with time and vine while they sip wine as fine divine
but i will save you from the museum
not a treasure to worship
but a dancing queen to worship
a treasure on her own pirate ship
sailing and everything rounding her finger tips-
and will frame that trampoline
every great story has a beginning
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.
not one to fall flat
inflated with dreams higher than ceiling
but every once in a while
i will diminish
shoot across the room
fall flat in a carpet swirl
and that is okay
i will fill longer and fly higher
for i will never pop
Saint's Muse 