Birthday Dedication

A birthday dedication dance,
with heavy feet and hindered thinking
crushes the nimble soul of joyful music,
and leaves me to the beast.
Your magic still knows me best
You bring razor exactness
to my counting.
You make my midnight
as bright as sunrise;
And I struggle to dance for you?
dance for you this night of ringing spirits?
Forgive me, my love
For it is not for lack of joy.
You have created pools
of joy and love song
and daylight
and delight.... deep within
the inner workings of my very being.
However,
That sweet sweet maddening exultation
Has come at the grave price of heavy feet
unfit for dancing,
But perfect enough for treading lightly.

Closer and Closer

I can hear you calling me

From statues in my heart
Bringing me one step closer
Though we dream on stars far apart
I'm ready to confess
In secret languages of forbidden dreams
Driving emotions that ignite my thinking,
Because you believed in me.
I’m a fool that calls forth you to witness
I know not what I do
Broken hearts hurt

but they make us better,
Even the angels would fall for you
The dragons sleep at night
So I might linger in your grace
How do you love despite the pain?
Why do you give when it's natural to take?
Kiss my hands and swing me high
it pacifies my brawling rage

Apostles lost to benediction
Watching sunrise,

promise to page
Press my hand closed around the thorns
I’ll bring your demons to the sea
As I pray there's someone out there,
Who can bring you back to me.

Like Romeo

The tragedy mask is sun-downing

from delusions of self righteousness

And sinking the remains of the day

Into imported Russian vodka.

There's only divinity in comedy.

The waterfront lights up

Like New Years Eve.

I, like Romeo,

Build myself an artificial night.

The shapeshifting sweat

of strangers dancing

Puts a hand to my heart

And all I feel is the clamoring:

the straps and buckles of restraint

the fashion of passion,

What world is this;

that enables us to obsess

the way we do?

The ruins of our armor
is buried
Running deep inside Persian handwriting
Spinning around me,
To capture the image
Without casting a shadow
Like rings of Saturn
Circling indefinitely in
cold, silent space.
The mighty Atlantic
Beats ruthlessly into her shores
As the morning tides
race for the dunes.
She cries out words
Only the oceans can pronounce
And reaches for fading night vapors
Of sweet Pacific lullabies.
The sound echoes
From corners of the Baltic Sea;
I am a sailor, viking, and gypsy
In the language of our ransom.

Run

I want to run so hard
my breath stabs at my lungs
with an icy vengeance.
I want to run blind
until I run out of street
or collapse
from a twisted exhaustion.
Birds will swoop
in suicide loops
shrieking and cawing
as they mock my falling
but I won't care this time.
You know I've walked these streets
I've prowled these concrete sheets
of city heat.
I've danced in the rain
when the fires came
and brought shame to the soul-mate game.
I dug my fingers into the source
of her life,
the heart, of her strife
and a place I'll find in myself tonight.
All I wanted was to be held
and hold she did,
I can't be there ever again.
So I run over broken bottles,
paper, feathers and other sidewalk treasures.
No stopping for traffic,
red lights,
Angry horns blare
at the girl with wild hair
and a stare
no one should dare
to fuck with.

"I will

Wait

For you

My

Love..."