Midnight's Dew (5)

i go back to the days

on the other side of may

and search for where i gave myself

suspended into powdered white clouds

sprouting free as the lusting seeds of weeds

stretching through open air

festering on the window sills

of the night time,

sharp wind flutters beneath my dress

i am quiet, and still

i look to God’s unchanging hand

with bare feet pressed to the brittleness

of broken glass, reflecting the blood stroked above each door

hoping to be kept safe here, away from the stark winds of the night time

i make myself open, i dare to bellow out and cry

because i gave myself surely

I am my wounded sacrifice

i go back to the days

on the other side of may

and search for where i gave myself

the waves have crashed

the river has turned

and the ocean has swung into gulfs

here

i sit barren, quiet, still, and numb

harvest time has come,

it is the brink of a new dusk

Sauerkraut (4)

i’ve got turned up cabbages

and a torn out harvest

protruding from my center

a place where i go to touch, sometimes

they hold me there,

trying to revitalized my dead body

the bareness of my empty

seemed like ghost had came by now

and got the best of my loveless kisses

choruses out in screams, and hair burnt white

touching me smooth,

stroking me deep

Devil makes a mean pot roast

wholesome with his full foot

i choked it down into swallows

i make me good and full

(it rains here sometimes, in autumn)

and i catch, with big wide open hands,

all my teardrops

careful not to drown

in puddles of my quick fear

careful not to land in the pit of broken leaves

that are soon to frost over

i can’t tell if the rain is clear,

or blue

and if i am still here

if i bellow out my destitute

will it diminish into depths

of sour tongues, coated over

with the sweet mornings of may

(Pastor dressed up on Easter Sunday)

i sat, and let the tears patter down

on the rooftops of my head

(i am coupled whispers)

the taste on dangerous lips

touching me smooth,

stroking me deep,

i am quiet, and still

cold and bitter

there are waves crashin’

sendin’ rivers turnin’

and oceans swingin’ into gulfs

where i lay my naked babies

in the water of an old song

easily lost in submergence

i admire their lifelessness- (in adoration)

i am quiet and still

cold, stark, and bitter

it’s the brink of dusk

harvest time has come

Afterthought (3)

Watch wistful white kisses

diminish down depths of destitute-

sing my rhythmic freedom,

i’ve got blood cuffed ‘round my neck

(rings of burnt lines)

sour hunger,

and ungratefulness

keep me like they taught you

with smooth touches and deep

strokes holding together, breaking honesty. 

The love of mine-

All gone, burnt up, far from

you now

real dead, deeply blue

keep me like they taught you

knives hung over pure white snow

rough ravished and touched

destroyed, like you

keep me like they taught you

haunting me, with chilled hot eyes

(choking everything)

swallowed up on bitter salvation

swung down, deep down

bitter, emptiness

it rains here sometimes,

in May

in no man’s land

i sit, and let tears patter down

on the rooftops of your head

i sit

you stand in puddles of quick fear,

and lust

keep me like they taught you

i feel coupled whispers round dangerous lips

touching me smooth

stroking me deep

i’m quiet, still

keeping me like

I taught you

Things I've learned as of 2014

to smile in the midst of the storm

to nurture the me that i am

to appreciate my reality

to be in control of my mind

to cultivate positive energy
in an atmosphere of negativity

to be thankful for what’s real

to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh

to trust

2 dance like no one is watching

nd write like no one is reading

to be honest with everything

to speak, up

and thank God for the unseizing downpour
of love  

2 be humble

2 be thankful

2 give

On a Tuesday

You just sat
        -on that chalk choked sidewalk
at ease, lost in your own bewilderment
                                                          -cooly
the sun kissing you sweet, dancing
on the top of your cheek bones
I saw you,
               as beauty
together- our heads poked in clouds
dreaming of change
making ourselves a catalyst
wrapped in one dream
exchanging new thought,
and fantasizing.
Smiling girlishly, bundled in laughter
-young
thirsting for the promises of life
appreciating our moment in time.

Wilderness

7-10-13

My mind feels so stale,
i can't write nothin' or feel nothin'

my round brown identity is painted on canvases
and laid over notepads

parts of me are stacked-high
spread frequently through powered clouds
i sat one day, thinking', heavily of a day
when sunshine would come covered in moonlight
blinding my unready eyes with God's idea of beauty-

you ever wonder if moonlight come before daybreak
and daybreak before dawn
and if limbo is our looping present, and if heaven be tomorrow-

i wonder on things
still-
contemplate moving
and my parts covered in chocolate skin
heated by the constant of sun breaking onto my face
at the sweet part of a bitter day

i think in circles

In love with you

I want to love you, self

ferociously alive like clovers do

green and plentiful in front lawns

and through sidewalk cracks-

I've watched you laugh

hurt bad too-

Get wind from hot air balloons

disguised as colored, rainbows too

spread across whipped backs

and broken oversized shoes-you

we've made it

 you and I-

self I'm falling in love with you.