I’m fond of contemplation, curiosity, self awareness, imagination and strange things. I consider my style to be dark surrealism poetry, usually about the human condition, and often about love lost. Tragic, haunting, graphic, strange, heart-wrecking sorrow calls to me, and so; I write. I believe there is beauty in sorrow. I’ve lived it, seen it, felt it, know it. I hope that my words create a Universe of their own for you, full of visuals and contemplation.
I apologize if my blog has technical issues at times. I am new to formatting a blog. I edit and fix things as fast as possible. Is it just me, or could creating a site be a bit easier? It’s probably just me… Anyway, thank you for reading my words. I hope that you enjoy.
Naked in the clouds Voluminous sky cocoons wrapping our perfect imperfections Our lovers wounds Blooming into tendrils of lions heads, demon wings and angel eyes That frolic in our naked curves, valleys and secret gardens Bequeath our skin with shades of violet aphrodisiacs, transposed over the rise and fall of our innocence – Breathe irous flames into our fire, burst life into our loss, drip down our chins with the sweetness of late summer cherries When hearts drink in the suns nectar and the moons mythical silvery glow… You are standing in my shadow Metamorphosing into my souls similar Perching in the treetops of my mind Caramel eyes focused on visions of my dreams and distortions, my tortured denials of myself – My raptured longings of my ancient, dusty, dented scales falling away… To reveal beauty beneath the dreadful Your knowing eyes soothing the burdens of my doubts As you watch the movies in my head, tender spots where I’ve named my demons – Named myself… A malady of misery seeking a savage rain in the desert, to wash my damages – To birth my blood red flower This turmoil beneath the soil, these roots of stagnation and anemic stems that starve my seed – Corrupt its flourish, desecrate its season and pluck its bleeding petals to grind them on the riverstones Where the hell hags slither, sway, gyrate… beneath their winter black veils Their weeping mewls incantations to torment the dying – Shadow pigments of blue, turquoise, purple and grey cascading down the trees While the hillsides melt from the gaze of these haunted eyes I call to you, and Your sweeping wings carry my miseries, lift the deadweight of nightfall psychoses To soar into star points, where an aperture of silvery light pivots and warms – Slender fingers of radiance that reach into my blistered bones Capture the inception of lost illusions, grind them into pastel remnants, and toss them Into a starless night skies cavities where they paint a devotional rosary… Embellishing my skull eyes with shades of garnet hope Anchoring my heart to loves adamant depth in our celestial equinox burning wild A harvest brewing, where we dance in rose-jeweled fields Our consonant hearts like moon corridors – Leading to where dreams are eternal flames that never sleep But soar between stardust and spectacle on fireflies lacy wings – Our seeds of love ripe and plump, brimming with luscious verve As we stitch all constraints into ropes of passion Our naked souls shimmering in each others eyes Skirting the skies wispy blue fields like dragonflies frolicking On the cusp of magics luminous audacity Free falling over the edge, arms wide open To catch the stars, scoop up the sublime from the galaxy – Drench each other in our transcending love
Does it make me weak or strong? To love despite the hurt; Betrayal? To be a steadfast island in your sea, when all you give me are tempestuous seasons? Looking toward heaven, sending my dreams back to the sky Soul littered, rows and rows of shallow graves Tender spots, tear-stained words, loneliness and questioning the scars… are rooted deep Fingertips softly trace the raised edges of the ones that can be seen The reflection in my eyes is hard to swallow; Am I meant to be alone? Just a shadow in a corner, just a hungry ghost? I despise myself, now that you’ve shown me how… I thought that I might become Your true confession The music in your heart and the warm, blue waters in your soul The meaning of your words, even the ones that went unheard… The wild abandon, passion unashamed – The desire of the fire in your eyes, naked and untamed My name the only one on your lips, breathy in my ear, curving against my neck… You; Falling into my mysterious unknown with savage abandon Cursing whatever gods had kept you from me, while you ripped time from the universe – Demanding that our reincarnation be reincarnated… I thought that I might become Your medicine Your ceremonial prayer, your spiritual communion The keeper of your deepest secrets Your last breath But you spun me around until I forgot who I was Walking backward in the mirror in my funeral dress; I became Your greatest secret Your concrete valentine Your last choice Your loathed prison Our poem of sorrow, an ending without a beginning, still I;
I wandered along your cliffs Pushed against your storm, headstrong and defiant I explored your caves Dug up your secrets, with softened eyes I rubbed your anxious brow with feathered fingers Heartbeat placed beneath your hand I held on when no one lingered A constant star in your starless sky
I want to be your chaos, my hair your silky blindfold, my body your garden where you wander, my eyes your only storm My skin where your mouth lingers, my mind your favorite playground, my soul your spirit pony, My heart your only home The nightmare in your dream just to keep things interesting The red streaks on your back, after you let me taste what death is like When you said my name; I thought you called me Heaven I thought you called me Beautiful I thought you called me… Mine You build the fire, then lead me to it, hold me by my hair, until my skin crackles, hisses, runs down my bones I am your boredom, your ambivalence; You wanted all my suffering to outdo your own You want to see my pain, it lulls your wailing demons The moon told you to wait; Take care, there lives no love in bitter fumes Walking the veil between two worlds is a mad mans foolish choice The ones that play with fire are the ones that are consumed… Ghost eyes, you cut the mirrors from your face But shadow always follows soul Naked anger licking flames, seething, writhing, pent up wrath The skies on fire like the ground below Your indifference is indicative of a mangled spirit – Best to tend to your overgrown soul Pull out those piled up weeds from your polluted soil Those noxious thorns when the sun lays low Those weeping wounds by the roots; Toil Claw and dig with shovel or hoe Before your humanity becomes inhuman Cornflower ghost dance on a waiting grave – Reluctant fallow shadows beckon Faithless deeds for you to reckon Wrecked pupils dismember my weary heart And there’s no more left of you to save
Cutting deep, desolation and despair You’re the one I want to keep but this may have gone beyond repair Our conception born from words, far into the early morning hours We eagerly devoured the lovely chaos swirling round in our minds Creeping through feral, demented forests – Sometimes running blind Diving into madness… Are you there? Can I reach out and tangle my fingers in your hair? All these walls with busted corners All these windows with no view And the bells are ringing near the hill side While the crows perch on the pews Osteomancy underneath a nightshade sky – Brittle bones born to die… Sliding through fingers smooth as glass Knocking on the stones, spilling our mystery Sucking the rain into their cracked, dusty fragments To expel our story – Sticky and messy, gritty and reserved, scraping and tearing… Like trying to hold fire in a cage The unfolding of our becoming… or undoing… Lust lovely, love… bite the savage, sweet and sinister. Listen to them speak – But the winds run dry and the bones won’t cry – This vague shadow as empty as a scarecrow – a riddle swallowing itself A feast without the famished… Time cannot collapse destiny like water carves the stone It’s been a long time coming, but now you don’t have to be alone The color of our truth is blue It sounds like your whisper in my ear It smells like September It looks like the gentleness in your fierceness It feels like your heartbeat beneath my palm And it tastes like laughter in tall glasses There are glimpses in the valley now… traces, running down badger like Indian ink – Compilations and coffee rings in the Underground… Melting roadside tragedies on the Queens gate… Indelible scriptures That give way to the Sacred While you surrender your burdens to me Surrender your anguish, your pain Let these wretched things fall away late at night in our musky catacomb Where we tangle our bodies in luscious disarray And your shoulder tempts my lips The soft heat of you, ink and scars, delights that I find… your bodies lovely ornaments – Priceless frescoes that are now mine to seek with euphoria, trace with awe Desire with madness, taste with rapture You are my poetry, whether written in blood or ink Whether smudged in dark decadence, carved into my own skin, pouring from my wounded mind – Or seeping from my tortured soul… Layers upon layers, woven together, waiting for the sunflowers to anoint our rusted time Your eyes are questions to my answers Your soliloquies are my memories Your beauty stirs me… makes me weep with desire Steals the angels innocence and makes them swoon Come be my sweetest lover, my deepest sorrow, my darkest moment Lets stray to Where our madness devours our sanity Where our love is fierce and wild Where home is in each others eyes Tonight, come into my dreams and take me into yours…
