Saturday, April 17, 2010

Untitled

surround me in the greenery,
lay me down on swaying grasses,
where my heart is no longer quivering,
and the breeze around me passes.

surround me with twisting branches,
nest me in aromatic needles,
where my mind collects its snatches,
and any desire to leave... too feeble.

surround me under clouds and sky,
huddle me in your sun-lit hold,
where my soul is whole and high
    where you once taught me to fly,
and only my reach is bold.

Untitled

surround me in the greenery,
lay me down on swaying grasses,
where my heart is no longer quivering,
and the breeze around me passes.

surround me with twisting branches,
nest me in aromatic needles,
where my mind collects its snatches,
and any desire to leave... too feeble.

surround me under clouds and sky,
huddle me in your sun-lit hold,
where my soul is whole and high
   where you once taught me to fly,
and only my reach is bold.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Never Before (Mature)


she drew me like a siren,
harnessed me like a horse,
tamed me like a stallion,
rode me with a force;

between pounding me into submission
and stoking my fires deep inside,
she gave me something better
that I couldn't ever hide.

she gave me all this feeling
that never came to me before:
she took me on a trip
and all I want is more.

Together We'll Win Out


I'll be your bridge tonight,
if you'll be my scarlet robe;
I'll connect us as we dance,
you'll wrap me head to toe.

I'll be the rhythm of your heart,
if you'll keep pounding to the beat;
I'll sing you a new melody,
you'll find me twice as sweet.

I'll glow in your darkness,
if you'll save me from the light;
I'll drown out all the ugly stars,
you'll hold me with everlasting might.

Be Willing

Mature Content
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I'll show you where dreams are laid,
that's no mirage across the road.
give me your strength and your willingness
and I'll help you carry my load.

I'll show you where we'll be alone,
storm clouds the only blanket we need:
I'll uncover you, you'll uncover me,
and they'll rain a torrent of seed.

I'll build a new city for you
inside what's outside of us.
I'll build the throne and make you my queen,
just give me your willingness and trust.

Monday, April 12, 2010

How To Train A Family

however I try to prove myself
you find my methodology wrong,
try to fit your job to my style,
but I'm never allowed along.

however I try the right thing,
you can't see through my eyes;
I run farther, jump higher,
and you never watch me try.

I succeeded and you didn't see it,
too busy with yourself;
it took saving the world to change it,
and sacrificing my health;

but there's no damsels here to rescue,
no dragons here to tame,
no magic to bespell,
no heroics to my name;

there's nothing here to strive for,
but my own personal health;
if I'm never enough in your eyes,
your presence adds no wealth.

if your presence does me nothing,
I'll pack up and fly away,
or treat me as Who I Am
and in my life you'll stay.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Not Your Adulthood

you don't know what you've done to me,
watching me grow up---like this.
you don't know where it came from
   who I am
   what I am
      is not what you saw in your kids.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Broken Puppet

however hard you hit me
that's how hard you're gonna get,
pound your body like a xylophone
pull your spine like a marionette.

shake you shake you,
til the sun blurs into a line,
so fast, so hard,
it'll be your doom written in the sky.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Saved In Another Timeline


a butterfly hit my windshield,
driving home this very night,
squandered all that beauty
impacting in my sight.

a butterfly flew right by me,
and I biked on down the road,
pumping my pedals with my strength,
caught by my sight alone.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Choices Amount To The Same Thing (Mature)

Mature Content
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bend me over backwards
til I'm facing only sky,
light my soul on fire
    with a lick
    or a twist
til we spread our wings and fly.

bend me over forwards
til my forehead meets the floor,
hop on in and push me
    with a nudge
    or a thrust
and the world won't matter any more.

bend me around you,
bend yourself into me,
promise me tomorrow
    with a kiss
    so long a kiss...
and stay forever here with me.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My Seed Pod

sitting in my capsule,
all wrapped in green and blue,
comfy seat and interface
and too little work to do.

sitting in the captain's chair,
every control I could dream and use,
control all the world from here,
but no one to abuse.

sitting in my comfort zone
while my toys have all turned grey,
sitting here and waiting,
with nothing left to say

Ambush?


sneak up behind us
like you're barely even there,
we're caught up in our watching,
caught completely unaware.

you blend into no shadows,
stand brightly in the sun,
walk on heavy iron feet,
walk when you could have run.

maybe we'll turn and catch you,
maybe it'll be too late,
maybe we're doomed to die today
or maybe we're the bait.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Bartholomew

And Bartholomew burned.

Everything burned before any alarm could be given, and how the fire had started... no one could say. It was almost as if... no, it was exactly as if every tree was lit on fire at exactly the same time, along with nearly every house, mailbox, bush, and quite a few blades of grass. When the blaze died down enough for county fire marshals to close in and put out the embers, the city was a dead zone. Not even a war zone--a dead zone; there was nothing left to save. Arson experts were brought in and left empty handed and none the wiser. Bomb experts were brought in and left scratching their heads.

 The city of Bartholomew was gone, and all that remained was ash.



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Jorge carried pamphlets in his car. Most of them, he disagreed with, views too strong for his own taste, even when he leaned in the same direction. A few were so moderate, they could be called extremist-moderate without metioning self-contradiction or oxymorons.

He didn't read them, or pass them out to strangers whether they wanted them or just took them to get him to go away. Instead, he saved them for those who approached him, with their own views and pamphets and preachings.

Jorge, or as he introduced himself, Yorg, didn't smile much and kept to himself. He didn't keep a lover or entertain guests, didn't socialize at work when he could be found there, didn't keep or betray trusts, rumors, or lies.

His home was a small building, set apart from the road and blocked from sight by a small forest, though when he played music, a muffled echo could be heard by those passing by.

Jorge moved out of Bartholomew and into this house exactly one year before the city burned.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Off-Schedule Romance (Mature)

Mature Content
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when you work those late nights
and I those early morns,
don't be afraid to make me
your own bed adorn.

I'll curl up in your sheets
while I wait for you to come,
I'll stay awake 'til I sleep,
and when your shift is done

you may or may not wake me,
you may cuddle at my side,
or tie me down and play--
force my eyes (and more) open wide.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Only Lover (Mature)

Mature Content
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take a deep breath or it'll all float away
take a long gander from midnight until midday
make a deep promise to the moon's own delight
make a new beginning in the glowing, haunting light

unfurl yourself and absorb the glow,
no tan so great as when you show
the moon all your beauty,
the moon all your skin,
unfurl your soul and let the world begin.

lift up your head to the crescent above,
howl to the one that holds your love,
promise your body, your mind, your keep,
promise that one secret, and bury it deep.

dear Luna your lover, dear Luna your friend,
dear Luna, dear Luna, your birth-life-end.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

A Wild Love (Mature)

Mature
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come find me in your nightmares,
I'll taunt you 'til the dawn;
come find me in the darkness
that's filled me all a long.

come find me in the shadows
that hide us from the heat;
come find me and call me,
and you'll sweat 'til you taste sweet.

come find me in the dawn,
before the sun burns me away;
come find me, catch me, tame me,
and control me night and day.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Bridges

give me a doorway to reach you,
and a hallway to walk down;
give me a bridge reaching between us,
and a stairway off the ground;

give me a song to carry,
a melody that rings our souls;
give me a rhythm to follow,
a pounding connection that makes us whole;

give me the way to reach you,
and I'll hold you with all of my heart;
give me your hand... to hold,
and nothing can pull us apart.