Category Archives: poem

Short/ Long Term

get a spurt of adreneline
for the short term
a dopimine rush
sugar rush
click, flash, upload
oxytocin
bonding to the dissipating
fall for the maniquines
coupling with a ghost
perform as the harlot
for more then dozen
gouge out my eyes and throw it away
oh you want it physical
up the ante to critical
hell is  digital
with everything accessible
at my finger tips
but didn’t God touch us
and not give us a touch screen
live for the short term
spurn the long term

shutdown, sleep, hibernate
black out, unplug
I wanna live
and breath
for more than an upvote
for more than a like

more than a digital clone

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balance

a curiousity
pins drop in succession
a rumination of distractions
carefully poised for picking
individually sold for sinking
a matter of an overexposure to light
a melancholy overattachment to nothing
forty days, forty nights
what a strange rite
“multiply” he tempted
“simplify” I countered
finding balance in both chaos
and order

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humble

no sea to shining sea
these curtains will fall
like the Berlin wall
see a ghost cowering in the corner
I’ll be grind into dust
by the powers that be
but they’ll never take
an ounce of your true identity
oh my life
oh my soul
why have you abandoned me?
why now doubt
and turmoil
these thoughts coil

and make us

—humble

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Lumps

Maybe I get more depressed than you think

you flutter those lids and i’ll be wafting away

say it like you thought it would matter

say it like you wrought enough armor

I’ll pretend that I’m listening

while we do a bit of soul searching

what kind of glue holds us together

does it weight us down like a fetter?

we can waste some time

rewinding cassette tapes crimes

and watch these sure hearted faces fade

but dial down on my fiery presence

I wanna open my heart and the floodgates

but I’m not sure how  to be brave

I don’t wanna avoid  this anymore

and be a double edged blade

you’re just drilling all these doors

and me with these breakneck confessionals

we  get used to lumps nesting in our throats

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Relief

Fake it

until you make it

until you break it

all those pillars you built

that ground that you tilt

an inward sigh, a relief

a retreat

life’s essence is in the catch and release

inhaling and exhaling

letting go of all the excess

the inessentials

and grasping hold of enamored ones

and graveyard shift friends

tapping into the pulse of life

indwelling in imagination

finding that line

that only seeks

the well-being of all men

finding the source of all that is good

and leaving it  here to give birth

to more, more,  and more

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Create

 

rev up this engine
pull in the reins
maybe I’ll be cause for ruin
conclusion or cause for confusion

maybe the next fix

I’m a incongruent expat
a pocket universe to uncover
how this bird flutters
melting into butter
a million sighs we’ll surrender
fill in the blanks
that you wrap around your neck
an inkling to

create

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Berkeley

i hope that you can forget
as if we never met
your intj mask showing
a warm body to grow on
she don’t smile too widely
tries too hard to be wallpaper
walks forward without hesitation
but you’re going to Berkeley
and me becoming clergy
what’s the point of pop infatuations?
when you’re confusing reality and fiction
and maybe you are only a codex
I could never find

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Inner most

i am that echo
silently singing
slowly writhing
always conniving
simple addition
chemical affliction
life is birthed
in closets and attics
and pantomime
each movement and representation
a chess match dance
always resting on the cusp of…
a fallen angel
or an uncharted territory
reaping where we haven’t sown
treading into danger
unheading suspicious strangers
wandering into the outer reaches
until we find ourselves resting
in our innermost being

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catipillar

heaven knows how far gone
the swing sways
the school bus delayed
in this ungodly hour
how we cower
and bowing to wood and stone
on top of these pillar of bones
how I longed to see your face
one last time
simply beyond this pixelated mess we’ve made
did you have even an ounce realism
or am I lost here in cyberspace
in all the search and seizures
that tracked my history
was it lost in the silence?
all I wanted was you for myself
is that so selfish?
am I bound to sulk in this echo chamber?
until I molt into a catipillar?
nibbling, biting
never swallowing

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