Saturday, May 26, 2007

Middle Bedroom

And in my travels,
alone on the road,
I see the seat beside me,
and know you can never go home.

There was a time,
when I'd enjoy going anywhere,
tribute to a better time,
when you were with me.

There was a place,
innocent in love,
I held your hand and kissed your face,
with you still with me.

Now I know I don't know,
much of anything,
don't know what tomorrow brings,
but I know I loved you.

Time. Never enough time,
to work it out,
scream and shout,
or think and find,
a way to make up.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Pine Trees

Is it alright if I just lay here awhile?
I seem to have lost all my will.
I don't have any place to be,
or anyone to see,
nothing but time left to kill.
So I'll stay right here.
No dreams of endless possibilities,
no forests just the tree,
and a place all alone.
Alone among many.
Perhaps I can get my mind off of me.
Still if I was a tree,
what tree would I be?
But of course I'd be a pine!
I made that too easy.
I'll keep talking if I can hold you here.
Is it alright if I keep you?
Do you have someplace else to be?
Didn't want to remind you,
but I enjoy the company.
Is it sad to cry alone?
So I'll repress the feelings,
the ones I never lost,
I'd hope they'd wander and go missing,
that the sharpness of it would grow soft.
I wish I knew what you needed.
What worth am I now to anyone,
how might I attract your love?
How desirable is a broken soul,
and promises of what was?
I'll give it all again soon.
So much tender,
awaiting just a spark,
so much pain to burn,
alight my stubborn heart.
I'm only fooling myself.
So I've struggled with my frustrations,
against sleep and thoughts of you,
and now sleep wins again,
at least in my dreams you're true.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

You Alpha Now Omega

They were your favorites
not I, not I.

No longer your favorite,
not I, not I.

Memories of favors,
I sigh, I sigh.

Pictures torn now rid of it,
I lie, I lie.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

I Hurt Myself Today

Torn at like a piece of meat,
snarling mouths, hands, and teeth,
I am not a man, but a side of beef,
take it now, come have a piece.

I don't care, no morals guide me,
no thought beyond, having you inside me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I give it up, with reckless glee.

Empty now, just a hole,
a piece of meat, without a soul,
rounded ass and rigid pole,
orgasm is my only goal.

No thought beyond, having you inside me,
I don't care, no morals guide me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I give it up, with reckless glee.

Filthy whore, nasty pig,
I feign disdain to your dig,
your dirty talk make me hot,
sexual repartee is all I've got.

No thought beyond, having you inside me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I don't care, no morals guide me,
I give it up, with reckless glee.

In search of the time before,
when love stood where now is the whore,
when that was I'm no longer sure,
I've closed those thoughts to endure.

No thought beyond, having you inside me,
no regrets, free ride, no fee,
I give it up, with reckless glee,
I don't care, no morals guide me.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Ripped Levi's

Beautiful pictures.
You asleep.
I dreamed you dreamed of me.
I still think that to this day.

I took the pictures,
unashamed.
Secretly amused,
musing at my own internal thoughts.

Thoughts of being loved,
and loving you for it.
So inconsequential now,
the loving is gone.

When loved, I fear the loving will stop.
I welcome that fear,
when it reminds me,
I have something to loose.

In The Mourning

Black and white photo of old barns in the state of disrepair.
When the mourning wakes you,
and the tears roll down,
disoriented with sleep.

When the fear takes you,
no one else around,
alone you weep.

No dreams of immortality,
death's around,
In death's service you'll keep.

Chained to your body,
pulled to the ground,
just out of death's reach.

Not gone yet; still here,
not gone yet; still; fear,
unreasonable,
at such an early hour.

Unreasonable,
and still.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Pop Rock Candy

Strawberry Pop Rock Candy Package
Memories,
Of my youth.
Memories,
Of you.

Too sweet to consume,
Now in old age,
Knowing better,
than reckless sugary ecstasy.

The unobtainable high,
The addictive rush,
Fools folly,
Can't keep the high forever.

The rush gone,
Crashing, crashing down.
In my youth I could ignore it,
But now I avoid it.

Still occasionally,
A taste,
Sweet memory,
can't remember,
but never forget.