Hold

I hold myself; with all my might

Begging dark hearts lights shine bright

Change yourself

You are in dismay

Do something more audible in more ways than pray

A million souls won't hurt you

A million souls will

Like keeps marching

This is loves bill

Stop

There comes a time when beauty stops caring

The lights turn red

End is it

Fragility begets eternity

Where? I'm starting not to care

These swamps of sadness sink me to the depths of that bottomless pit; a curse has reminded me of a  past my right hand did not touch.

Anger is my fire.

I will torch these thorns before this rose withers and dies.

Paint

I painted it when it was like ice.

My heart, my tears giving the art a slice.

Why my pie?  Why my eye?

I've missed you as you've fallen

I be mad and sullen

Don't break, bend

Be the man I want

Because

I am

Marks

I like my lips to leave black, not red or pink marks

Like the cold frost left upon the trees

I am not cruel

A darkness just creeps like the evening

I will leave you like lust upon dawn

This is me. For now.

Like the moon or the tides that ebb and flow

True love. Do I?  Will I ever know?

Basix

Remembering the basics of childhood coloring...

Stay in the lines.

Commit no crimes.

Tell no lies.

These a pretty picture do make.

Do the guides make me fake?

No.

My scribble might scramble.

Create some fucking scandals

I'm grateful for the guides

It's just me...besides...

Askew

With your fresh tattoos and your eyes askew

I  wonder; if we knew?

The now is it, be your best

You're not like the rest

Become my bedrest

Caress our wounds, tender mercies lie

Like our tattoos across our lives

Tell your story, sing your song,

Just be sure...I will always belong.

Without

A life without you, this, that

Be that.

I'm enamored with myself.

Learning that a penny is a thought.

Enough is enough.

These seasons make me tough.

What lies wait at the end.

To you my heart I send.

Me, myself and I.

Laugh or cry.

Is okay by me.

Until the day I die.

In the Dim

In the dim I see the best

No outdoor/indoor distractions fetch my catch

Of my eye

The eye. That dissolving, vulnerable, give-away part of me where I can't hide

From my past, present or future

So I glide; on His wings

My friend above

He's got my back

He's in love.

Bar

There was always so much placid; sopping time in between the notes

The stillness became sadness

Then spring came and summer and rendezvous

Time supersedes reality in the climaxes of the soul

That hand is not his or hers but moves just the same

around and around...

The contiuum is not reality based

The alarm goes off; the snooze button is pushed

Like multiple orgasms

and goodbye baby translates into-

You'll never see me again

Line

It starts with a line

A line of some kind

Prayin' become mine

You're looking' just fine

What's your available time?

Can't keep up with my rhyme

Oh, that's my crime

My jailor is me

I intimidate through art

Makes my old man fart

It's a lovely gross.

I just wait for a king...from Winter to Spring

Rox

Was this strength a slit apart's curse?

She felt like she could conquer oceans

It scared the mates; frightened the crew

What she hated was they still wanted to screw

And throw her off the plank

Because she made them feel blank

Still getting a piece

The girl lacked her peace

Hello

It was in the imprint of hello and the tearing of goodbye

My eyes given the sight of you leaves me with a high

It's in the drying of the tears of my eye

It comes out in my art; out of my soul

No matter what the reality of the mess was

It became a glorious work of art without my authority

Glory be.

Beat the Sun

The cold wrings me out

Reminds me of bones

Stripped and shaking

I know a change will come

In the air, the trees, the birds and the bees

Time is the conductor in this orchestra of life

The seasons a continuous metaphor

For all of life's strife

Nature's Prince

Earthly delights caress my feet as I trod this path...

Sunlight enters my face

I find God.  We talk.

A creek bubbles pass; dancing in between ferns

A bridge fills my gap

I have found my prince charming not in tall dark and handsome

But in the tall pine trees

Songz

You ever think the best music is silence?

A relief from some catastrophe that shows us how to live.

What about our roots grown deep?

Listen trees; what are your roots telling you?

Come to the water

Come to the fire

Feel the wind

Come to the forest

Return to me; Return to me is my plea