Dagger

A dagger in Romeo’s quivering hand

summons a conference of birds on land.

I slip below an unholy grip

and my vision free falls.

The tar of the Void reaches for me

caressing my face like a God.

Go lightly.

We don’t need another hero.

We all have hidden halos

and we all have hidden horns.

We get high on borrowed night,

before the veracious dawn is born.

So Romeo go, go

and wash your bloody hands clean;

you speak in leading questions,

 because you never say what you mean...

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Sane

Pampered pretending and predictable endings,
there's a face that sank a thousand ships.
Glass to the flame perfectly blending
memories linger in a bittersweet kiss.

Never complain,
never explain
and don't set your sight on perfection.
There's nothing wrong
with your pain,
life is made in mistakes and corrections.

So riddle me this and riddle me that...
Riddles riddle my obtuse brain.
There are puzzles with too many pieces,
still some of us cling to what's labled sane.

Vices and Virtues

Pull me off like molting feathers,
lift me up and toss me to the wind.
Do whatever it is you want
I won't be passing your way again.
And it's a fine life
to just be walking through.
Lovers change
and night feels strange;
nothing else compares to you.
It's a fine time on that fine line
to be walking these streets home.
The moon wanes,
stars go insane
without vices and virtues we'd all be alone.

The Way It Is

I know what it’s like
to have a hole in your face,
living off the moment
and a fall from grace.
My mind is a million piece puzzle
scattered across the dirt.  
Bridges burn at every turn
while every fiber in my body hurts.
I know the strife 
I know the fury
I know what it’s like to be on that bridge.
There’s a sickness where no one sees,
so I keep on the way it is.

Temporary

What will be will be.

There's no way around eventuality.

I'm still hoping like a fool,

against all odds,

that the meeting reflections

is where life is lived

and mistakes are forgiven

because everything is temporary.

Smash a glass in your frustration,

revolt against the constellations.

Love does not leave fingerprints.

She never complains or explains;

love may not be decadent 

she simply engages the imagination.

Hurricane

Sink your ship in hazardous waters,

make your voices sane.

You can crush my heart

like an old tin can.

You are a goddamn hurricane.

Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There's somethings you need to
 see to believe.
You need to kick and scream and rage out loud

Reason,rainbows and hope

are being held ransom by the clouds.

In the razor talons of a raven
you are marked for pain

 your final thoughts 

and forget me nots,

lay wasted and in vain.

Already

I thought I knew enough

and really had a stronger grip.

You shatter my thoughts

whether you mean to or not,

as the fabric of my universe rips.

There's scuffs on my boots

and bait on your breath;

a riddle with no true conclusion.

Why did you have to show up now

with your devilish illusion?

So let's take another ride on the carousel.

Let me see the wind in your hair.

I can hear laughter over the surf

and now we're playing truth or dare.

You dare me to keep my eyes closed

and I have to ask you "why?"

You tell me a dare's a dare

and now is not the time to be shy.

Our connection will not dissolve

No matter how long

no matter how far,

Lifetimes from now we'll be in love

 because we already are.