Wrapped up tight ( Read more... )

let me take out my mind
for you
Can you hold it?
Will you watch it?
Be wary, it's tricksy
but I can't be
with it right now.
Don't you see?
I have to do this,
and it will hold me
back
I know it will
it radiates fear
and panic
so hold them for me..
I'll take it back
but later, when I'm better.

When I look at you
I have a dream...
We're as close as
Two lovers can ever be
But this time,
instead,
of you standing on my soul...
I'm gripping your heart
in my tightened fist
I squeeze it,
once,
twice,
blood flowing with every pulse
down my arm
to the floor
soaking the earth
Oh, I have a dream

There is a beast in me ( Read more... )

When you touch me
I fly apart.
Myriad pieces
soaring on the
back of wings
larger and greater
than I alone could be.
Tangling my hair,
stealing my breath.
Shivering, trembling
with heat instead
of chill...
I flush, the color
of desire bright
upon me,
beautiful...
When you touch me.

Be brave little boy
Don’t weep man-child
Think of me as your judge
And this is your trial

When you broke her
And bent her
And threw her away
I watched you.

When you lied
And postured
To act like a man
I watched you.

Just remember my sweet…

Be brave little boy
Don’t weep man-child
Think of me as your judge
And this is your trial.

Bone weary
ground down
feeling so close to
the earth
it just might
eat me up

Watching little pieces
Of you
Fall to the floor.
Littering the ground;
Some shine greatly
Others are matte black.
I can pick them up
But nothing in me
Knows how to
Put those stubborn
Little pieces back
The puzzle seems...
So fluid.
I cannot find the border
And don’t know where
To start.

Walking through the trash
that collects as it will
in back streets and
alley ways
looking for something.
I thought I saw you..

Chasing a shadow
that meant the beginning
or was it the end? I can't...
Can't remember.  Then again
does it matter?
My knees scabbed over
with every little fall from grace.
toppling that pedestal
that you were so fond of
placing me on.
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In Dreams...
I watch you. Ever
the sly trickster
listening intently
for that bomp,
bomp, bomp
that tells me you
are with me.

Miwok, or Mai -
you whisper my
sacred name over
lips moistened in
fear and anticipation.
You know me
when I am here.
I will bring you
trouble, excitement
fear, and joy
In Dreams.