holds more truth
in fewer words.
holds more truth
in fewer words.
for you, that you got to learn
how to take care of yourself
to worry about others -
But I think
I am more lucky
to have learned first
how to take care of the people
I want in my life.
And as he took his blade from the throat of the felled the leader,
he asked if he had words for his last breaths.
"I do. You may think of me as some villain, I cannot change that now. Just know - it is the larger wheel that steers the smaller."
It was nothing but a snake’s venom, still spitting poison as it’s head is severed.
But venom is true.
We were on that beautiful market road,
the one lined with trees, speckled in light.
We turned off and down the alley that took us home,
and that’s when you put my hand in yours
- for the first time -
- I smiled -
But when my eyes opened, there were tears in them.
My hand was still in yours, but it meant something new.
Something so far away.
It was daylight and your eyes were as sad as mine.
You had just taken my hand and already,
it was time to say goodbye.
The heartache was enlightening,
I finally understood what it meant to be timeless.
My mouth opened and my tears were forced to leap my smile.
I laughed and my sobs drowned in it.
- And just like that, I was back -
We emerged from the alley, still hand in hand
and headed home. I had finally found eternal peace.
Because I know now, it will always be you and I
walking down that beautiful market road,
the one lined with trees of light.
An empty room needs no people
to be a dance floor.
Just a lick of colour
- a toe tapping
One light blue, one light red, a green one too
- bodies, sweat, throwing themselves about in slow motion
A reflective surface, brought to life with white light
- her smile, the way I remember it always
How she loved to dance…
It was a rain that reigned over streets
of young women whose collective
favourite colour was just that,
rain over streets.
So were they not just
as guilty as he who once asked
what their favourite colour was and what it meant
He who once asked -
‘cause he wanted to know what it meant
to be them.
Maybe they didn’t even know
maybe they just said grey or a darker shade
But he knew, in those cobble stone streets
he knew that they all wandered them late at night
because they wanted it and their favourite colour
was just that.
So he reigned over the streets
at night, he brought colour
to meaning and meaning well.
He brought meaning to the colour
that he brought to the streets.
His name was Jack
their collective name was Jane.
His favourite colour was blood over rain
over streets -
and his favourite sound was rip,
for it sounded like please.
"The Demon Within"
The Man lies in his bed, unable to sleep,
As an empty uneasy feeling begins to creep.
His knees feel hollow, his body lighter than air
A vacuous void of childlike regret and despair.
The sensation feels wrong, but he focuses on it still
Emptiness spreading, removing his worries and will.
He tries to fight back, but he can’t move a limb.
All he can do is watch while something takes over him.
As the thoughts flood his mind, and become all that he sees
He thinks “Those thoughts aren’t my own; they aren’t really me!”
But the hollowness takes over, and an Entity steps in…
Filling up the emptiness where his self had once been.
The body now a prison that he can no longer control
The Man remains trapped forever, along with his soul.
Uncanny relationship to one of my earliest poems “The Devil In Me”
There will always be feet
after your shoes -
always be dicks inching nearer
your love -
other’s hands reaching
for everything you want.
So you should probably just go buy a gun,
now that I’ve told you wear to aim.
So I killed the fucker,
and you were there for me.
Together we chopped off his hands,
his feet, pulled out his teeth,
and wrapped it all up - head separately.
Together we washed the blood off the walls,
Cleaned the glass off the floor,
and the flesh off the stove.
Together we drove 80 miles
just to dump the body.
I shovelled, you shovelled -
and covered in dirt, blood, and sweat
we sat gasping - staring at the grave we made him.
Then I looked at you, and you at me
and together we said -
“I really want some chocolate.”
And above all else, that is why you’re my friend.
She took steps
but she moved with her arms -
she threw her beauty away,
in all directions -
but as she turns
away, it all flies back
Only to be abandoned
and again -
She was dancing
on the hearts of the audience,
only stepping lightly -
but leaving them broken nonetheless
Toe tapping city living
in sock feet.
Change rattling city living
in hard rain.
Hand clapping city living
"What do you see?"
"What do I see?"
Cortez looks confused “Well, I hope you don’t judge me for being too literal, but I see the stars and the moon. And… I’ve never seen them like this before. So far away from everything else. It’s amazing.”
Nebuchadnezzar smiles “You figure?”
"I do. And I think we should swim in it."
"This sky is only like this in this one place, in this one moment, once a year - and I don’t imagine the sky is always this clear and the water this still."
"I’m ashamed to say, I don’t follow you Cortez. You want to go swimming?"
She smiles “Yes, in the sky.”
They sit in silence and she stares down the night as he looks into her -
“The water is glass, undisturbed - and it reflects the night sky. They make one another brighter as they do in day - only, in this light they give us the power to decide which is the sky and which is the river below. Don’t you want to fly with me Nebuchadnezzar? We can rearrange the sky together, but we only have this moment to do it.”
"I love you Cortez. But you’re wrong. We can have this forever."
Cortez looks scared, but she stands - never losing his eyes - and lifts her dress over her head.
She stands pale and nude above him, he rises - and together they strip him of his clothes.
All night they crash through the water, the ripples and splashes igniting in the light.
I often think about the possibility of my world overlapping with another’s. God is a lonely idea, and men are but thoughts. I wonder how I would communicate with someone who had also created everything they have ever known. Would I see them as they saw themselves, or as I wished to see them? Would everything they said be automatically translated into how I would understand it best? How could they describe to me what they saw? There are so many uncertainties - that I fear we would just pass each other by, blinded by the intersection of light.
You should never have let me see the skin on your back. I had fallen for your smile, your hair was something I thought about everyday, and you have a great ass. But when I saw that sliver of skin at the bottom of your shirt, what free will I had was lost. You became mine and, as guilty as it makes me feel, I cannot fight it.
He felt more alone
than he was
in this quiet
temple of love.
Amidst the spines
where his breath - his sweat