I keep finding myself alone

never far from my home

its in my chest

in my bones

poems rattle out of this shakey cough

without a plot

like if I could talk again,itd start a walk

one that turned into a jog across america

I think it scares us

the people you still cant see

who am I to encouarge me

I still haunt these city streets

like the portrait of an old fool

its as if my love were but a clue

back on my feet again

Its as if I never knew

come/sleep/dance in dreams with me

tell me how to breathe

so I can live again.

Overwhelming thought

Of a whimsical nature

No prophets,only profits for

Pay scales

I kept the change jar rumbling

As if I had something to say

Meet me in my dreams or breathe

Away the days

I think I’m falling asleep

At least I pray

It seems I’m getting more religious

In an indirect way

“Let me witness to you”

Let me see as I’ve seen through

Blue lakes I was born to lose

Maybe my next life will be beautiful

Copper pot eyes and weekends I lost faith

Moon set over the mountains and the bay

But not tonight

The country lay in waste

I feel upstaged/glorious patriotism on display

Discouraged that I could never see things in such ways

I just take people at their word

For what is the world if I can’t hear it

Sing its pain

If I lose humility

Then I am faithless

If I lose humanity

I can become faceless

These words act like a taste of destruction

How one can become misplaced

Yet as a mere act of self preservation

We become innate with not only our actions

But our paces

In spaces i sparkle

Sometimes I’m dim

It all truly depends on the moments in which I live

Aren’t we all but rotating souls

Hell bent on setting goals to feel

Some adaptation of normal

Or anything at all?

As I loose myself

I trust in the fall

These broken bones will keep me

True to my faults

timberwolf blitzer

needed a spritzer and some seltzer water

I imagine them in a garder

what are gender roles anyway?

I think I saw myself in a negative space

some sort of safe zone

stay out of the cancer verse

richard ryder of the poetry.

I wanna go supernova

malpedi and I are sharing our home

which happens to be a bench at the moment

a pinch of magic in the are…another evening at innisfree

a simple love note to boulder

Im getting older

but that dosent mean I cant

always fall in lust

my days are spent in bookstores

& libraries/

life is merely absorbsion .

I keep hoping to find more of myself

in these stories...portions

portraits of my many facades which torture.

I spent the better part of my youth

wrestling with concepts

more so I was afraid to realize them as others truths.

I used to be a muse

then I was missused

so I attempted to do the same...but now I understand these blues.

genetics

circumstance

and kisses from you.

If I was to never win

then I wouldnt understand

how important it is to lose...a wild heart on the loose.

I keep finding myself alone

never far from my home

its in my chest

in my bones

poems rattle out of this shakey cough

without a plot

like if I could talk again,itd start a walk

one that turned into a jog across america

I think it scares us

the people you still cant see

who am I to encouarge me

I still haunt these city streets

like the portrait of an old fool

its as if my love were but a clue

back on my feet again

Its as if I never knew

come/sleep/dance in dreams with me

tell me how to breathe

so I can live again.

serenity is ministry

simple coincidences

I see you like 17th century paintings

dark with renaissance in your symphony

I have valium rattling around my skull

watching the spike of art as epiphanies

like everything I inject has soul

so blessed to have a fear of needles though

others don't

I watch belts hang around their arms

I guess its better then their throats

probably the same difference I suppose

I see her as the morning sun glows

and my kidneys rumble from the tussle of the night before

every drink feels like a water hose

every speck of sunlight reflects like a rainbow

I know where the pain goes

right where you need it too when the moon glows

that's why we stare into the sun

just to feel something...anything for once

I sit here drained from all the drugs that Ive done

but they've all led me to the poignant muse

life isnt beautiful if its misused

sacrafices of the un-bloomed

I was born to consume

die

and fuse right back into the gloom

and destitude...love is but the truth...as lust is the movemnent

meet me in the restroom

will snort lines

and tell each other what makes us love fear

what makes us fear love...what binds us to human