Take It. [poesy]

Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…

Self-Musing 4 (poesy)

Strong Applied liberally to others But like the root that dies To give sustenance My tongue fell out of my mouth Upon looking in the mirror. You don’t know of the grace with which I’ve maneuvered through the darkest paths to no fault of anyone but the trumpet who so loved its very own existence,…

immolation [a poem]

Immolation from the inside; out – The searing of bridges aflame yet can’t be burned Indestructible bonds White hot brandings Against the interior of ribs Breathe (deep): into the water dive – wait it out on the  ebb and flow   of the universe’s directives time will cool what destiny forged.

[autoimmune]

You look And I feel my skin crackle just beneath the surface I’m aflame from the inside Mind providing the kindling I’m losing sense of — You look at me And the chubby china doll face splits open But no sound comes out Save the snapping of heat filling my ears On fire from the…

on the power in one (excerpt of a poem)

’tis the season for lighted candles and much reflection on the year’s end. Does your flame flare with intent to ignite or are you just running to the end of your own wick? The small flame Illuminates the waxen still corpses Magnifying the shadows ominously of the sleeping Beside it, like a friendly, taunting threat…

I was only kindling to reignite your heart

I danced amongst the flames To melt away my flesh Gave light to soul and mind Then fed those too to the burning of our art, See my skeleton pass under the moon These charred dancing bones, the ever wandering keeper of this Fevered, blistering heart Moving with grace and guise Of one with nothing…

throwback: fire

Fires Under foot Ignite the heals of my heart These words I gave to you No use for them on my tongue now Keep what you will I walk away on ashes and coals Letting the pages burn

The Burning

Mistaking her warmth for love, He wrapped his arms around her fiery limbs, Burning with what he confused for passion Being blinded by the ash of his heart burned alive, Breathed her in, filled his lungs with smoke and the fumes of dying soul Extinguishing the hopes of others And choked too late trying to…