Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Trigger



Thunder's a trigger
that unlocks the decades,
time's not a harbinger,
change is a shape shifter
that strikes in an instant
turning something to ruins
but I am resistant. 
No,
I don't wither
waiting for no one at all
it hasn't failed my burdened heart yet
but can't deny that I still fall.

Under the Thunder



























Sunlight struck me
in the middle of the night
it woke me in a fury,
unaware and prepared to fight.
Like a vision leaving my mind,
dreams drifting on lightning road
leave me amongst the adrenaline 
as my heart reveals tales untold.

I carry on under pure silver armor
now unafraid of a taste of hell.
Artifacts of a love extinguished
and scripture no one lives to tell.
Your reflection in my constellation,
across broken glass and icy sea,
you don’t know me anymore
but under the thunder you belong to me. 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Halo on the Lake


























Time should have warned us
of our ultimate shipwreck.
Dammit, I can still feel
your superficial hand upon me.
I have never seen your eyes
but I can feel the shine in my bedroom
You know we were cheated
and our love unrequited.

I graciously let go
to lies guised as love songs.
Looking back now,
I don’t know if it was worth it.
But I don’t know if it wasn’t,
I don’t know answers,
just questions by the dozen,
time’s turned me into
something able of feeling nothing.

Time should have warned us,
of affairs of the heart
lovers become strange
as seasons change
and faces flicker in the dark,
nothing ever stays the same.

There’s a halo on the lake tonight,
and music from open windows
vibrate the fine strings of my thoughts
as I search my pockets for a light.
I’ll be a lingering interval,
a moment reflected in moonshine.
We make the most of what we take,
and the things we learn to leave behind.

Capers



Talons sharpened and drawn I wait,
in the smoldering 
but still living remains.
There’s unnoticed ashes
drifting undetected into your vodka.
I never thought you an angel
but God knows how I wanted to.
We see what we chose
and shut our eyes tight
as we willing free fall
into the clutches of lost causes.
Night again is my sentinel;
she arranges tokens and offerings
inside etherial music
echoing from this poets ink and scars.