i think i've found myself a home
a place for life to take ahold
my roots have found a water well
the sky pulls up, inspires growth

the road grows wide
___my fingers, toes
______dig through air
what matters most
___uncertain breaths
______are in the past
_________and in the future
______they will come back

But here, oh earth
___the smell is sweet
I lick my lips and lift my feet
I praise my soul and know that deep
under this spot a rhythm beats
___and keeps
___me here.

never been home

The road finds my feet.
My secrets kept
the space between.
Not wide nor thin,
just enough to miss.
Taste of breath
replaced the kiss.

As comfy as it seemed
there's other wheres to be.

If you'll agree
then walk with me.
We are free
to come and go.
The world is big
and draws me in
but nomatter where
i have been
I've never been home.

My poems desire flow too much
raised on rhythm and dr. suess.
Rhyme and passage of time and such
effect the words i pass to you.

When tones control the waves of time
and music not meter gives pace to the lines
then i can avoid the obvious rhymes
and perhaps say something meaningful.

I love like wind which loves the tree
my hidden strength removes your leaves
intentions masked by peaceful means
I leave you shiv´ring violently.

Sedated by my subtle touch
convinced i haven´t asked for much
your leaves believe they fell by chance
while air blows through your ev´ry branch.

Feb.8 2007

we are the children of the earth
born fast in a quiet revolution
where our hearts beat louder than our drums
we are the twisted sisters of sorrowed hearts
who are born alone and die alone
we live not for religious pain or agnostic hate
our fatherless watch is our freedom
our tasteless food and ragged hair define us
more than our riches ever will
we laugh and love and make love
and fear not those who will rule
for the only shackles that bind
are placed heavy on the mind
but our chaos is designed
and our disgrace is truth
we bow only to beauty
we speak only in grace
we don't long for freedom
we are the children of the earth
freedom longs for us.

success

be a good person and the admiration of the people who love you will be at your feet;
be a successful person and the admiration of the people who lust after you will be at your feet;
mutually exclusive they are not but if success and glory and legacy are life's goals,
to whom will your bell toll when the time comes?

snapshots

hard and fast,
barely distinguisable from pain,
grabbing and pushing,
a knife sliding over skin,
opening up, moveing pulsing organs out of the way,
bodies sliding over one another,
breath hot, reflected,
an ocean crashing,
thrusting the sand back, slowly retreating,
fingers sliding down the back of a neck,
bursting out atop a mountain,
looking down, survey the conquest,
quest complete.
fuck.



(that felt post modern HAHAHA)