Saturday, September 17, 2011

You're Half The Man I Was

I believe I could be made of dreams
and you're half the man I was when
I was your age trying to become
everything I thought I wanted, now
I know it's better to believe than
to have anything you've wished for.
I haven't seen the movie you were making
back when we talked every day.
But, I'm sure it was good.
Sometimes I think this heart
was made to regret the best of times.
And, I want things that no one could make
despite all attempts to reclaim our
innocence we've only found some
new ways to hurt.

(You Are) Drinking Me Like Wine

You've never really been
beating your heart up again
for everything it lacks
the way it was made
I don't know why you fight it still

I will not be
the place you can
recover again
I'm tired of
everyone thinking I'm
the only answer
they can speak

There's another iron
the fire didn't spit out
are you ready to retreat?
I've been changing all
the locks on my heart

I can not be
what you think
it is you need
another soul
I don't know
drinking me like wine
"Maybe this time"
probably not.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Summer Air

The twist of Summer air
meeting Autumn mid-month.
Drink some coffee,
watch the leaves turn dead.
Slow air is a torture,
at Persephone's depart.
Like love abandoned,
but necessary.
Hold emotions at
arms length.
The only music to hear
has drifted away.
The wind chimes have
all decayed.
The twist of Summer air,
an exhale of life.

Silent Movie

His tears were the taste of a silent movie
and holding them in my hand I began to
see my way through the haze and smoke
of his old, leather heart.  He only wished
to find someone to love, like me.

But, his black and white visage spoke
in words I could not read on his heart.
Mine is too broken to see that far.
Eyes beholding only sad dreams,
bitter pills, numbing agents, flames.

Exploritas Corpus


If you’d given me a month
I’d proven it to you.
Every part of you,
I know with perfect truth.
Exploritas Corpus

Now, I want something
that I never had.
You’re not gone, but
you’re missing from my bed.
Exploritas Corpus

Your hands, your lips, your heart.
Exploritas Corpus

I miss every piece of you...
Exploritas Corpus

Monday, August 29, 2011

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.