Who can hit the hardest?

I

could scream a dictionary of your flaws at you

but you’d end up stripping me down

(no further than I should be)

Maybe I would sing

your bible of lies to you,

screaming your hymns to the heavens

but I’d be left with nothing

as you took me down the scenic route

of everything that should have been

blamed on me.

These two people,

two pieces of the same puzzle

two pawns in the same game.

A game of who can

hit the hardest.

Well, who can hit the hardest?

I never wanted to know,

and here I am,

last round,

and I guess it’s my turn.

Even angels without wings are too good for us

Feather by feather

my angels wings were

torn apart, plucked bare and clean.

What draws down

an angel from his clouds?

Certainly nothing

beautiful or good.

Is it his charges

singing electronic hymns?

Or is it the dance floor prayers?

Have you ever tried to hold the moonlight

between your two palms?

Or keep the morning dew

sparkling all day?

Then you'll know

nothing beautiful ever stays.

Well it did, for me;

today;

My angel lost his feathers

and they fill my hands

a million times over.

Never is a love letter an autobiography

This was never a love letter

when I wrote it down

But god knows

Nothing gold can ever stay.

Now I have no idea

as to what to say.

So give me some time

for when the river starts

I can't tell you when it'll stop.

I'm the

smoker

joker

midnight toker

who never knew

it could get any better,

so when it started to

I ran like hell.

Hearts&Stars

My heart is a map of stars

a canvas spattered in constellations.

Each blazing point,

a soul that touched mine.

Like stars,

some still burn

and some are long gone.

Still their light remains

haunting

like a vague memory

I never quite lost

or a sigh

stuck to the tip of my tongue.

Sing me some maybe's

Maybe

Just maybe

I don't want to say a word

but sometimes

I could sing the dictionary to you

and still not be done.

One word

just isn't enough

but

sometimes

a word is just

too much.

and sometimes,

words just

don't

come

out.

Like the sea man does

I want to write,

I want to sing my ink-words,

I want to weave my words

into skittery little nets and cast them

upon my blank paper-canvas,

imitating the sea man,

casting his net into the sea

far and wide

searching for tonight's catch

LIAR

I can't stand it,

hate it even.

Your resonating voice

spins a false web,

a cacophony of lies

pouring out of your mouth

staining your vocabulary black

like tar.

such simple words.

such vile words.

a burning throat you must have

for such words sting not only yourself.

further and further

into the spiders silk

you wrap yourself

singing a noxious song

you'll burn us all.

Impressions on a first name basis

Through and through,

you know me

but in a very real sense,

you don't.

Every word my soul can sing

you've read

but word for word,

our conversations are limited.

I would not have it this way,

but the choice is far from mine.

A lasting impression,

started so quickly,

I hope ends

not briefly

A note is a word is a song

I am an artist

to what caliber

I do not know

yet I will not

let my pen sing

my hearts melodies

if a note is missing,

unsung,

disliked.

I will not say

half a word

for its diminished value.

I will sing

loud and clear

every note that I am

for you all to hear

failure be damned.

My theme, my blood

my bone

my eyes

my lips

and the words they utter;

for i am a dance,

not a tune you can sing

with half the words;

so see them flow

dance and glow

like stars on a lake

the moon in your eyes,

water over rocks.

these words live in me

so without them,

I'll never be.

How many steps

In this city I’ll roam,

Alone

Cold to the bone

A chill I caught along the way.

Its creeping deeper,

The longer I carry this mantle.

It’s a shameful walk

setting the trend of my journey,

A shuffle beside the runner.

Cement, my only guide through

City smog,

smothering all stars, skies,

Glows,

Illuminating this spooky town.

Its an eerie pull that drives

Whatever's left of this tired body,

This old soul.

It’s a thousand times

I’ve done this before

and I’ll do it

a thousand more.

Scripts and suns

In silence and sorrow

I'll bury these words

and the power they hold.

Just another reminder of

what I hide.

Its a quiet question all of this poses,

but really

what chance do I have,

trying to answer every curve ball

thrown in my direction.

In the shadow of everything transpired,

I'll hold my own until a new sun is born.

Time

Time,

what is it?

a flick

a leap

a quick laugh

a kick in the face.

it stamps us into our molds

strips us down,

bare.

Target girl

You've got me

exactly where you

want me

so get the ball rolling,

this pose is

breaking my bones.

The strain is

rending me

apart

into a million little pieces.

A gasoline rainbow

Walking and walking

A summer day into a summer night

I dipped my toes into a gasoline rainbow

trying and trying

to figure it out,

why is something so beautiful

so ugly

when you really think about it?

Through a different lense

Maybe I'm looking

through a lense

and everything I'm seeing

isn't real.

It could be true,

but I'd rather not konw

until it all has to

change.

Sing song like attitude

I'm singing a song like

no other

a tune filled with everything

I can be.

Its a song

Its a dance

and

its everything in between.

Memories are

That pretty little

wind song that

plays in my head,

the melody that

creeps its way

up my neck;

For full effect,

dancing and twisting

across my skin

singing a tune

I once knew all the words to.

Feb 2009