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.