Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Namaste

Change is everything.

It is science, unyielding

and a benefit to the device of time.

The universe will settle the score

as I become more aquatinted

with this fumbling clumsy world.

I promised you to my regret

our love I would never forget

because you have been driving around corners

alleyways and curves

advancing upon my house.

Winter's heavy in her retreat

and scrapes her shapely fingers

across the rippling city limit lights

flashing bleary rainbows

in front of my parade

down the rioting avenues of reclamation.

I chose freedom from the start

living with yourself

is half soul and half smarts.

Like the stealthy midnight phantom

I float as I enter midnight pews,

all the prayers and all the songs

but it's blasphemy I ensue.

Let me dance in the incoming tide

because I'm blood and water and ink inside.

So here comes the part

where I want to believe.

Your mind is a landscape

and I don't want to leave.

My ivory angel promises nothing

remember we are tigers in the fall.

We are nothing but dust on old books

and the self consuming fuel of stars.  

Star Catcher

Don’t Read the Past

I should read your last letter again

to unlock the gates and comprehend.

It’s been hell to know letting go

is the only way to save my soul.

I couldn’t ignore you if I tried.

Memories are weight that can mean too much

as we fall victim to faces we touch.

This love is scorned like a woman,

and hell hath no fury 

like the insidious nature

of violin sweet memories

that became the paradigm

of fire lilies and treachery. 

My good intentions were poisoned,

caught in the tendrils of temptation

deep in the clutches of a mastermind.

The trees have been changing,

hues of my life again rearranging...

It’s all I can do to keep moving on,

I pray like hell to the statue of capture.

Wanderlust and drinking with strangers

can not distract me from your rapture.

Rough Draft

A wander-lusting peace
beseeches sea glass collected on shores of solace.
I find myself soaring
on the backs of these silver winged doves.
Shake me like a freight train
and break my plate glass skin.
I brush off the dust of an alternate reality,
where’s love’s tumescent course can be promised
not just meaninglessly predicted.

It’s a lost place that never should have existed.
It’s a message in a bottle,
glass contained and lost at sea.
The iron eye in my mind
it sees the glaring truth
and ruthlessly calculates
as it becomes undone and unravelled.
The sky flinches not at the stones we throw.

Look back with the hindsight of your eyes
and not the tender of your spirit.
Life here and now is the rough draft;
be the beauty and the savage beast.
The sweetest air’s outside ourselves
and forgiveness starts in the blood;
don’t rip your own heart.
Brechen Sie nicht Ihr eigenes Inneres.

Whispers

The whispers are now hunting,

bear into me the night is cold.

I'm the fallen cast down from Heaven;

an archangel only you can hold.

In the ink of tattoos

I search for you,

behind every curtain

beneath every pew.

Tapping in time with the rain,

giving up the ghost and remains.

I can't save you from yourself

but I'd crawl through glass to taste your health.

Rockets shoot across the sky

we no longer wonder why;

what we entertain behind the scenes

is what makes the madman scream.

The whispers are now hungry,

frost kisses every blade of grass.

my names are many and one in the same,

all you have to do is ask.

Worth the While

There are points of redefinition,
and times to cling to the very fiber
that holds your soul together;
the bear fiber of who we are.
Know thyself.
Don't rip your heart.
I am a fucking riot
a phoenix that jack knifes mid-flight.
We all know where good intentions lead,
but sometimes the moments travelled
make the whole story worth it.

I want to fly away through the haze
one day upon the griffin with the midnight wings.
I slide into cobalt,
swan dive deep through the crimson velvet
and sew an evening gown of halos and clover.
I then slip into a tuxedo
and go dancing all night with the moonlight skyline
as ivory doves sing satin songs.
It's those serenades that made it worth the while.

The Fallen Angel and Phoenix

So this is about a time and place that resonates in me
from the fibers of my soul,
and has yet to still happen.
It's a story of solar systems, 
murmuring photographs,
ink,
scars,
highway milage,
overturned empty bottles,
purple sunrise,
echoing kisses that whisper "follow",
fallen angels,
and conspiring demons of fate.

It's a poet's humble testimony 
and the phoenix's song of passion and rage.
Being baptized by that great love,
like I have,
is something beyond a lifetime
but transcends volumes of history
and centuries of the tempest.

"I can only hope tiger still watches from her night into the lifeblood of my words."

Union

Calmly caressing the night tigers mane, I fill myself with the breath of the stars. You once told me of how we were must be ardently slow and with caution but desperate wanting took us over like a goddamn hurricane. I understand now. We reached out to each other, but only brushed fingertips as the star crossed tides ripped us away to ensure survival. A heart can't live without the body nor the body without the heart... And there are times and places beyond this life we are destined to relish in the elation of the union of our souls.

Moon Hanger

You hung the moon

in slivers circling my eyes,

I close them to feel

your descending breath on my cheek,

as you tumble through the dark

burdened by heavy wings.

You, my private Mercury,

smother me in eloquence

as I rest in the lunacy of us.

Build

To build upon the smoldering remains
of fallen night empires,
by the light of candles and fireflies.
I touch with a tender stroke
and hope rises from the ashes in a violet plume.
The streetlights burn unevenly
like the azure flecks of your eyes,
gazing across the canals,
and longing for a deep rain.
Lafayette is painfully quiet without your engine
but I still feel,
by no mistake,
that low rumble.
You're a vandal to my walls
and my quickly fading thief,
in riddled moments of need.
Thunder is promising of a lusted deluge,
drumming on the rooftop
as I lay awake one more time
against the sheets of our empty bed.
I've kept your nest changeless
for over a year,
because it's so hard letting go
of everything everywhere I look.
Black tie, black coffee, black Monday-
oh take me like a bullet
into that velveteen abyss
and through the hearts of many
do we share the forsaken kiss.

Hurricane

Fly with me through the hurricane,

I'll cover you from all the wind and rain.

Stoke the flames and watch me spin

I'm the fool shamelessly dancing for your grin.

Tell me the secrets of your pages

written on your skin for all the ages.

I trust the heavens of the sky

more than a flicker of the eyes

and you have so many answers 

but you can not tell me why.

Come away with me at shotgun

as we run this red light district,

we grabbed the vine

we drowned in our wine

because time is cruel mistress.

Fly with me through the hurricane

and nothing will ever be the same.

My inhibitions go topsy turvy

for a Venus long a curvy.

Unread letters from my fingers slip

to the floor as I rush your grip.

I trust the heavens more than most

as I move around your noisy ghost.

Our ship went down like a cannon ball

but the sails still keep to a devoted hope.  

April 19th

April nineteenth and clouds circle tight,

the sparrow flies above the storm front.

I learned I’d be learning life half alive.

A grey rain in my bones

and a silver arrow to the heart,

I wanted to go in glory

but God only knows where to start.

Some blood in my mouth,

some sweat on my brow

and a train station love affair.

Somethings remain unclear

no matter the angle

or how hard you stare.

My night dove goes with you

as you slip out reach once more,

It’s because of our gravity

and a paradise lost

we were last to explore.   

Tigris Fortiter