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some of my recent poetry...Ema told me i should write more...so I have been again:
hmm...interesting
wood chips in my cake
i can't shake this looming conviction.
feels like i have wings fastened to my back
crafted for mocking in that certain kind of
self deprecating humor that only leafless trees
and frozen oxygen conjure on hazel evenings against
lavender regret.
grace is a word that when slips from my mouth
full of razors feeds on the memory of misdeeds
nestled in my mind in their minds.
lying warm in my liars bed...i can outrun myself
beneath the sheets only until they are burned away
and i am left cold and honest and scared
with the memory of fire.
** Father, it's one of those days...I'm stuck and I give it to You.
I trust this is working as per Your purpose...
Give me the strength to not simply ease through but to conquer
and raise blazing flags of triumph over my insipid moods.**
wutduzitmeen
men in suits buttoned up past their glazed glances
grasping for scraps gasping for tact
unraveling in fact
like ribbon and reason in a season for fools
feasting and scheming
breeding and teething
bells and string tangle in grins
perched above chins chattering hymns
like breaking porcelain plates against each other against your ears
the way its always been...
a conversation between coffee shop prophets
"I'll brandish this new badge of self absorbed
questioning. My right to understand my right to
have the weight of the world spoon fed to me."
"i know now what it was my florescent former self
was calling 'in between.' The glass, the past, His
existence, birth on a wing and death beyond an instant
and now the present: where I'm incapable of hearing
the beating fists of a voice just like His as young as tomorrow
and aged with dust and miracles ever farther outside my
theorized sphere of inaudible warning."
"is it evil to relish the fact that you wont
be sharing eternity with certain people?
i think so...
I'm a damn vampire"
"you are?"
"i watched the cedars in pieces fall...the blanket
razors singing psalms...
and i watched the world set fire
and bask in the temporary warmth...
we all glow so beautiful."
"wait...you're a vampire?"
"and i glimpsed a jewel from the kingdom across the water...it
captured me."
the battle between my natures
an open hand washed with shadow
a sympathy soaked dress
eyes follow wings that catch feathers ends
and burst into hopes, wishes, desires and friends
friend's eyes carve with ageless skill
and the sound of heavy feet on the moaning
planks of gallows crawl from their lips.
words like rope and gold.
words that choke and shine bright with my face
in reflections
my deceptions...
all i want to do is go home.
and the path is straight and narrow
covered with stones and broken glass
and i will walk it...with bleeding grateful feet
hmm...interesting
wood chips in my cake
i can't shake this looming conviction.
feels like i have wings fastened to my back
crafted for mocking in that certain kind of
self deprecating humor that only leafless trees
and frozen oxygen conjure on hazel evenings against
lavender regret.
grace is a word that when slips from my mouth
full of razors feeds on the memory of misdeeds
nestled in my mind in their minds.
lying warm in my liars bed...i can outrun myself
beneath the sheets only until they are burned away
and i am left cold and honest and scared
with the memory of fire.
** Father, it's one of those days...I'm stuck and I give it to You.
I trust this is working as per Your purpose...
Give me the strength to not simply ease through but to conquer
and raise blazing flags of triumph over my insipid moods.**
wutduzitmeen
men in suits buttoned up past their glazed glances
grasping for scraps gasping for tact
unraveling in fact
like ribbon and reason in a season for fools
feasting and scheming
breeding and teething
bells and string tangle in grins
perched above chins chattering hymns
like breaking porcelain plates against each other against your ears
the way its always been...
a conversation between coffee shop prophets
"I'll brandish this new badge of self absorbed
questioning. My right to understand my right to
have the weight of the world spoon fed to me."
"i know now what it was my florescent former self
was calling 'in between.' The glass, the past, His
existence, birth on a wing and death beyond an instant
and now the present: where I'm incapable of hearing
the beating fists of a voice just like His as young as tomorrow
and aged with dust and miracles ever farther outside my
theorized sphere of inaudible warning."
"is it evil to relish the fact that you wont
be sharing eternity with certain people?
i think so...
I'm a damn vampire"
"you are?"
"i watched the cedars in pieces fall...the blanket
razors singing psalms...
and i watched the world set fire
and bask in the temporary warmth...
we all glow so beautiful."
"wait...you're a vampire?"
"and i glimpsed a jewel from the kingdom across the water...it
captured me."
the battle between my natures
an open hand washed with shadow
a sympathy soaked dress
eyes follow wings that catch feathers ends
and burst into hopes, wishes, desires and friends
friend's eyes carve with ageless skill
and the sound of heavy feet on the moaning
planks of gallows crawl from their lips.
words like rope and gold.
words that choke and shine bright with my face
in reflections
my deceptions...
all i want to do is go home.
and the path is straight and narrow
covered with stones and broken glass
and i will walk it...with bleeding grateful feet