Fire Never Lasts

To something beyond pain,
the yearn that tears apart
all sense of hoping wonder.
Pandora's box within your
chest is the thing which
your heart beats against.
There is a slow burn,
a purification when passing
through the atmosphere
the comet for a moment
is bright and alive.
Fire never lasts.
Passion brings pain,
its ashes fallout that
infect the soul.

Oort Cloud Diamonds

If you had betrayed me
this wouldn’t have hurt.
Your silence is consent
to harm, withholding
closure and everything
you said you wanted
that I could give you.
I lived a month with
a few stolen hours
I sacrificed for.
Why not years, and
stealing all time?
My heart would gather
the diamonds in
the Oort cloud
in all the thousands of light years
it would take to have them
if I knew I could steal more time
with you.

Changes

Something of late in a changed smile,
half-hearted emotions, and a list of pills
that can cure you. It all rains down,
a hurricane of thoughts in your head.

We're missing verbs and nouns,
all the comprehensible parts
of life and speech and reality.
But, we have changes still.
To bring us pain,
to break us down.

The Runes On Your Iris

We finally made our bed
but, couldn't sleep in it.
I guess we never sleep,
anyway.

You asked for the future,
I only read your past like
something written in your
face, on your cock.

I am not in your dreams,
like I am only able to see
my love bursting, old friend's
parents dying in my dreams.

What does this mean?
The Fish and the Whale
circling 'round each other
looking for a way to stop.

I'll never tell what I saw
in your eyes one Sunday.
I could read your future
with the runes on your iris.

Poppy Fields

Bees upon the buds
I wonder if insects
feel the ecstasy of
opium in their veins.
Forget the slights of
blood and old loves.
All I want is simple
existence, dreaming
of the easy to attain.
Give me something
to help me forget.
Like the bees in
giant poppy fields.

Ancient Things/You Are Modern Art

I've studied old things
so much of the past I
know nothing of the present.
If your body was a ruin
I'd know every part of it.
Instead, with the modern
art in your chest hair
I've got new things to learn.

Ancient humans, their songs,
their buildings, their art I've
seen everything that's left.
But, you are something,
another way to erase addictions,
a thunder storm freeing ions.

Something quantum in your gaze
says I do not know where we
are headed, and history may
not repeat like a book written.

Half Way

Hope I do not reveal too much
I will bury it in the Earth.
Some elemental hide-away,
where my heart will go
instead of saying words I
might regret tomorrow.

Too many times things
have been on my sleeves,
and I've learned regret
from being honest, not
from hiding away like
everyone else seems to.

I've longed for the river Lethe
to come and bring some rest.
Cure some illness, restless
part of me that I cannot
seem to hold back.

Everything I write seems to
embody a restless spirit I
have not learned to control.
I've never done things half way.

What the Mountains Said

I wanted to write your name in the stars

standing on the shoulders of

the mother of the mountains

she said, there's no way to reach Orion.

I've been a wounded winner

for far longer then I knew.

Grasping for you, like everything,

if I don't let go, I lose again.

And here's the lesson I won't

learn, though they say I must.

We're all separate beings

and I can't melt into you.

But, what if the only thing I want

is to repair your broken heart, body,

with some care that never before

anyone knew how to give.

You have known far longer than I

how to die, when it comes time

I have a thousand things to learn

from you. I know I shouldn't think this way.

I know I should have other things to dream.

But, the mother of the mountains whispers

“You don't need them - you need him.”

She must be right, but I don't know how.

The Mother of the Mountains

Speak the Name
of the Mother of the Mountains
and you Shall
know her Face.
Before ancient Stone,
before Air vibrated upon Air,
she drank from
Creation.
Stillness within Stillness.
She captured the Moon
with her lovers-gaze.
To see
something you cannot hold,
that is the tyranny of time.