Mine Eyes/ My Tears

Mine Eyes

Flickering lights

First color and white with shifting colors

Then a quick flash of darkness

But then everything returns 

Gliding on ice

My Tears

Minds are released

Salt pierces the wound

Fears become courage

The children gather like there is candy to be served to them

Yet only one at a time may receive the reward for journeying this far

Someone needs to count them as they leave

Each child exits

Running through the track to their destiny

Right before they disappear into the sun a man watches them

He reads children to find their behavior

There is always a reason why they were so quick to leave with their candy

Nonetheless he tallies each kid

Then in the forever night he will give every child back

Hugging every mark

Thank You

Raise a head

Look to the mirror

Bare naked

Oh the self worth is very dismal

It's never fair

Isn't ever

Small like a shell from a tiny snail

As useful as clothing for dead animals

Or pointless stacks of paper that would've saved a tree instead of an intention to save a soul

Don't forget the few words written or the feeling of the broken heart

In the end

the lungs still rise and fall

Maybe even bigger than before

In fact so much bigger that the heart painfully rests on the bones of the rib cage

Out & Vulnerable 

The Land of Dance

Spinning & spinning

The room turns but you remain still

Your body pulled close to the man you love

He leads you as he sings of love

Your eyes cannot leave his gaze

Your ears listen to every word he says 

I love you

The spinning world never stops

He turns and pulls you around but forever holds to you

There is a tug at you waist to come closer

His lips finally interlocking with yours forcing your eyes shut

Turning in circles

At no time dizzy

You only wish to stay in this spinning world

There is clearly nothing better than this

THAT'S RIGHT

Dirty wax candles drip into a jar full of rocks

Pearl rocks spattered with dark wax streaks

A child eats candy

colorful sugar balls stain his tongue

Pretty woman putting too much lipstick on just to leave a mark on his skin

Streaks Stains Marks

The black door is open with an invitation to enter

There's a lowly monster with grey streaked hair

A tongue stained purple

And bright red marks from the sun's kiss on its skin

To bad pretty views

Hollow Hearts & Weeds

A hedge maze in the darkness of night

This makes it harder to find one's way

Retracing steps

You feel you have returned to the stop you were at two hours ago

In resting a dandelion grows in the hedge that stands in your way

Defeat is dangerous

There is nothing in this maze

Hollow pathways crossed over a thousand times

Like the maze your heart becomes hollow

Empty space

Seeming so simple

Let the hedges take your body

Become one with the ground 

Lay with the dandelion 

You finally found the way out

Why

Blank eyes

Blank face

Blank mind

The heart yearns but no satisfaction

The body cries but no comfort

The soul ripped in pieces but no stitches

The aching wounds of the soul kill all other emotions

Now the heart and body are torn in half

but there's no glue

Stares close and the soul talks  

All that is voiced in the silence is why

why why why

Living Words

Diary filled with words pictures and letters

So many pages keeping the life of men

Words are made of feelings and experiences

Those simple sentences provide breath to the dead

Bring the dead back to life

Let them break the earth and become zombies

Old dirty decayed human beings

Those words bring people back to the earth

Giving painful birth to new ideas

Their souls walk within the brains of those who read

Words trap the soul

Forever entangled with fragile paper

Souls do not have a human owner

They belong to the pictures letters and words

The worth of words

Question?

Have you ever seen the sunset?
Have you felt the kiss of a lover?
Have you smelled a daisy?

Do you act kind to others?
Do you welcome death when it comes?
Do you feel as others do?

Are you aware of humanity's selfishness?
Are you going to make wrongs right?
Are you feeling troubled?

Where is your heart?
Where is your life heading?
Where is your Saviour?

What do you think you're doing?
What are you searching for?
What will make matters worse?

Why does time still move forward?
Why is love conditional?
Why am I letting myself breathe?

The Heart

Everyone has a red room

Bright red walls, floors, windows, doors, and ceiling

They are riddled with blue tones tracing patterns around the room

There is nothing in the room

Completely bare

Occasionally people live in the room

They do as they please

Dancing

Standing

Sitting

Sleeping

Anything

But if there more than one person

They cannot interact with each other

In fact they cannot even see one another

It's lonely inside the red room

Once bored in your empty space they wish to leave

They can't handle it

No

It takes strength of mountains to find love within the red room

Ceasing to give everything they leave

Out through the windows, door, or ripping the wall apart

They'll leave

The room remains

Bare and empty as usual

No Name

A chair

          In a town

                        Abandoned from people

Yet a person

                   Fills the chair

                                      Sitting in the street

Blank is her face

                         Nothing passes her face

                                                             Sitting still and quiet

Images flash

                  People appear

                                       A couple eating at the Bistro

An old man with more wrinkles than hair

                                                         Humble mothers waiting for the bus

                                                                                                               Busy men in the taxis

She opens her eyes

                             The scene is gone

                                                       Her mind contemplates their existence

No doubt they were once there

                                               But they are no longer present

                                                                                              Maybe the people will return

The woman remains sitting in the lonely chair

                                                                  Waiting for the past to be the future

                                                                                                                        May her wishes be filled

Sleeping On Blood Stained Sheets

When hope appears to be around the corner

Light cuts through the darkness

It shines on the unwanted truth

You see the bed as you sleep

Dreaming while swimming in your own blood

Your cuts pour out the emotions

One gash for every hurt

Life couldn't end sooner

Laying, bleeding, sleeping, dreaming

Hope only shows how tall the cage really is around your red stained sheets

Usually there is a hand to pull you out before you drown in your bodily fluids

but the hand has left

Abandon

The hand had better things to do

The hand closed the door when he left

Now you're choking on the blood yet your fate doesn't take you

Don't believe in others

They'll never know how it feels to lay in a warm red bath

They'll never hold parts of themselves

They wont feel it 

The guts that flow from your body swim next to you

They leave your body as fast as your loved ones

Yet there is no one to hold a hand out as you wake from sleep

choking on your organs

No hand will save you now

The door just closes taking its bit of light with it

You cannot see what is around you anymore

Darkness, a faithful friend

It was there before the light

You accept the abrupt embrace of black as you gasp for air

Now even in the black leaves you as fate takes you on its horse

Death is your end

Even in death you sleep and dream in your ocean

Guts and Blood

Only I is my Pain

Look upon my face

Stillness, sadness, anger

Razors gleam from all angles 

People see someone in need of help

Not one of them knows the depth

The deep is dark with graphite making it seem as endless as the ocean

Stitches can't mend the canyon that was split

As I let myself fall into the unknown I see that I won't leave this place

Free falling continuously through the narrowing passage

No one can catch me

I am safe in the air by myself

I lay in the air's embrace as it rushes over my burned skin

This is my endless content

For Twas I Born

Yarg parg arg

Maugh gah chisel

Dinnal dip dat

Far heep ninal nat

Piddle peep jep

Unargh feddle me

Kill justa drap

Nop please que

Neffer didda slap

Yelp Judea mame

Lepply lepply fornah fornah

Gave nigh mine nahha

Note: 

This poem is meant to be read out loud. 

His Nature

His brown hair shines giving contrast to the paleness of his crystal skin

He stands on water with arms spread open

His grave eyes stare down withe his eyelids nearly shut

You can't see those eyes but underneath their blue sweetness lies wisdom for he knows pain

As the sun rises behind his feet

white sheets rise up

As the sheets near his face he looks up slowly while turning the sheets into congregations of feathers

The transformed feathers shape into large wings spreading wide open

His gaze finally dives into what appears to be you

Those deep blue eyes draw a line towards your pupils

Connection happens from deep underneath the earth's crust

He lowers his head

the wings fade

Only his glowing hair is what remains 

He is the Guardian Angel

Resurrect in my Cathedral

Devil's demon breath

Black stones deep within the earth

Glass stained grey

Chairs yet to be assembled

Dark corners

Warm fires

Sleeping on ash

Sun beams shoot through the entry

Soot floats stagnate 

Water drips aimlessly

Dark walls sparkle 

Ash is stirred

Angel's breath is coming

Waking from the dead

True Friends

Look about the room

Find what catches your eyes

You see a clean room with no apparent faults 

Look closer

The curtain's tag is showing

Interesting

The boring room as a tag

Look closer

The tag has no words

It's very out of place in this empty space

This has to mean something

Look closer

The tag touches the outside of your eye

There is a tiny bug on it

It flies onto the bridge of your nose

Smack

Your face stings with the pain of your own slap 

The bug flies to your finger

Stare at the little wings

Show the bug the room

Smiles

This is a true friend

First Star

Who wishes

Who dreams

Brighter than any plane

Yuck

Only unreachable goals

Where is the difference

I close my eyes

mouthing the words I think in my head

You hear the movement of my lips

billion of miles away where they shine

The patience of a child is small

talking to a insignificant star seems useless

Give me what I need

stop stop stop STOP 

#1

Pain

No smiles without him

Gone 

Will he come

Lonely

No one can replace

Depression

Time doesn't heal

Hurt

Deep inside

Scars

Never will be hidden

Love

Only is true

Ignore

Don't ever forget

Healing

Wounds need stitches

Others

Never the same

Future

Prove it

Potato

As a potato you get used to the cold

I was born in the dirt

a dark scary place

Surrounded by worms that nibble on my skin

That was my humble beginning 

After months of pushing the dirt away from me

I was pulled out into the light

Broken from my mother

Washed in frozen waters

Then

as the rest of my brothers and sisters before me

I will be baked, fried, boiled

either way I am prepared

I will fill my nurture's daughter

She was born in a dirt house

She is used to the cold

I'm what will give her life to live

to grow out of the mud

and feed the greater purpose

Dear Beautiful Red Roses

Dear beautiful red roses,

You are given to women to make them feel loved

You smell and look pretty

but once you are put into the woman's hand you prick their finger

drawing out the very color of your petals from their skin

Blood

as it gets older it darkens in color

just like your petals so when there is no more water in your vase

Death

the very thing given to women to show love dies

Therefore illustrating that love does not last

As roses age they lose their scent and wilt
then they are thrown away om the overflowing trash

How do we save our love when it's bound to die?
We get another rose
another act of sharing blood with whom we love

Love will never last if no one gives
The dying roses that carry our blood take that one memory of love with them
They rest in peace in our body with the rest of our blood

So long my beautiful red roses

Oh the Clouds

There's a cloudly sky

Only sorrow and tears follow those clouds

They travel only to darken the earth

Everyone sees a time when the clouds cover the entire sky

Others have a time when they are swimming in its sticky embrace

If only clouds could die we could see the sun

For clouds are eternal

they just become different forms

The water we drank this morning was clouds

the air that fills our lungs as we breathe currently is made of clouds

The clouds run though our viens

The clouds give us life

then are clouds so bad

or are they necessary

For those weeping clouds give life to the man under the extreme heat

When the clouds cover our sky

Remember that without them

we would not live very long

Egg Plant

There is a line up to the office

You wait for your turn patiently with thirty others

There are cameras that slide around the room taking time to zoom in on everyone

No one talks

only fake smiles and nervous eyes

what are we all waiting for

You've been stuck in line for weeks now and finally it is your turn

but you can't remember now your useful anymore

The door opens

before you walk through you slap your leather cheeks in a attempt to wake yourself up

The inside of the office is crowded

filled up to the brim with people dressed in dull black and white uniform

You look down at yourself and see that you are wearing a purple dress

Clearly over dressed you look about the room

glaring in the robot eyes

you notice you're safe

these patterned people will be removed first

You'll live to see another day

Peanut Butter & Chocolate

It's a shame not everyone can enjoy life to its fullest

For there are things that bring salt into one's life

One of those elements is as simple as Splenda

Having an attachment to another by feelings of affection

 can be used to to trigger the liveliness in one's mouth

But it can become quite amusing when intense hostilityis introduced

For the once known element is now lost

as easy as food is removed while you floss

Lets introduce harmony

For there are many for many

but some for one

Embers smolder in the ash

The golden sun leaves the purple sky

They come and only stay for awhile

but there is one thing that will never expire

Peanut butter and chocolate

Green Apple

Look at myself

I'm bright magnificent green

Though the color is only my skin

but yet so much apart of me

My skin makes me different

Others of my kind are all submerged in red

I am the only one of ,y kind

For this one petite fact is what makes me sour

Both red and green are white inside and contain the same seed

If we are so familiar then why am I green

Was I divinely made to be unripe and tart

Being sweet is far better for sure

because no one likes a sour apple

Bacon

Sweat dripping down

Tears filling the blankets hugging my skin

Such a beautiful sight

How cruel to think

The people that love

Just see a smiling face

Coming and going

No one understanding

Filling up but never fulfilling

Can they ever get enough?

Cranberry Sauce

I sat at the table staring at these megger provisions

wondering how long the minuscule pieces of optimism will last

My body

weakened by emptiness

now suffering from angish as the early sunset ends the day prematurely

I weep within the silence of darkness

The memories are no longer satisfying