Sunday, January 24, 2010


Walking with a handful of Tylenol in pocket, feeling lonely
Wondering if this Advil will help me prevail
Bones ache, teeth itch, limbs gumby

Searching for antihistamine to induce dreams
And a wandering aimlessly for a beauty with fair victorian skin to star in them
No wings neccessary, just two passive windows to the soul
No more soft stares.
Long for gazes
Her pupil blink, flirtatiously
Steady, steady, eye contact

Darkness of hair contrasts face
Vision blurred, holds value to nothing
Two eyes
Like the human body after one, or two pills

Ease, comfort, familiarity
Eyelids relax
Sweet dreaming? No.

Not Really a Poem

Aspirations of a lost cause, desperations of a depressed man
Pizza boxes piling up beside the trashcan
Sleepless nights mixed with sleep filled days, dazed
And wondering if I will ever make it up out this maze
This portrait is different as if Picasso graced the frame
Distorted vision of living, this life is insane
Women are to blame, men create bloodstains
And enslave their fellow man in a new world order
Can you hear me?

My life is like question
Will I succeed in greatness?
Or succumb to life’s suggestions
Life lessons
They will come, and I will grow 


Lemons drop on the window still
Lemonade mixed with liquor
Theory is with time hearts heal
I would beg to differ

Strawberries on her face
Sugar on her lips
Feeling that she is faded
By the motion of her hips

Pomegranate in her iris
Taken for granite are her pupils
Peers gaze fascinated by a girl so dilapidated
And photographs never change but feelings do

Daisies grow from concrete
Sign of hope for the weak
But greatness seems to prevail
From those with pockets deep

Rose pedals and thorns
Pain with pleasure
Hearts beat
To a rhythmic measure

Thursday, January 21, 2010


"I used to have
Peace, serenity, teaching divinity
Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies
Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin' to be
This, that, and the third
Boy did I learn, tables turn" - Blu

Lies, lies, and depth
Disguised behind mannequins
Victorian skin burns with thrust of passion
Four fingers on an index
Categorizing that emotions are distance
Failure to accept a love that is truly non existent
Eyes touch, the soul of a homeless man's shoes are filled
No longer in need of the hold of Cupid's weld
Heart shielded from the passion
Emotions numb from injections 
Of musical abrasiveness from the mouths over trumpets
Ignorance dumb spit, the cure, confidence self sure
As the mind mills and it wonders, runs miles, ponders
Escaping the in decisions, heart a martyr
So currently heartless with the exception of chain
That bares an atrium, the replacement is not the same
And I understand that flesh can return like the phoenix
But I have sealed shut all the doors and burned all the kleenex
Dandelions unwanted, cracks cemented
I don't need this, these weeds dress as flowers
But when indisposed they are thorns with no rose
Naked while in clothes
Blouse, denim, and maroon lipstick
Lips thick with lies, lies, and depth

A kiss is only the passing of a breathe