Memories of Sleep

Created: 11/09/2008 1:48pm

The autumn has shifted into a mode of mercilessness
As I walk through the wet streets
The wind twists old memories into my head

The old life of a young adolescent
Filled with longing thoughts and imaginations
Of beautiful contours
Warm attraction
Innocent motives
And colored lace...

I walk back into my old naive self
A time where the observer possessed no marks worth beholding
Where no magnetism could be generated without a hollow association
A time where prayers were silent yet humming on the surface of my skin

This small city pushes me shivering
Along the building walls
Down the walkways
And throws my surrendered ambition to the dark corners of the alley
Stuck to the ground
Surrounded by dampness
Held fast for months
To sleep with the cold and rain
To sleep with the other wet leaves

Why couldn't some beautiful angel gather me up
In the cool, blue, florescent evening
And light me aflame...

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Smashed and Quiet Windows

Created: 10/16/2008 3:55am

We have all this stuff born of our needs
Sent to our doors and we still can't seem to be happy

I've found all the love that a love could hope for
I can't give her the life that I'd like just because
I am stranded...

Happy with clowns that are wed to the grave
Happy with tyrants who live off the slaves
in the ashes...

Born in the backseat conceived in the quiet
darkness where methamphetamines are cause for a riot
We are broken...

Outside where the windows won't open or close
The rain comes, it falls, into the doors
I've tried it before but the pieces are smashed
And they fall in our heads while I'm sleeping at last
We are tired...

I'm tired of eating the animals night
after night I am drinking these chemicals dry
I'm under the sink I'm tired of the buy
Tired of the sale; This life is a lie

My eyes grow thick from their sockets with stalks
No reason to look back, this lobster won't talk
And I tread through the deep to look for my brothers
Now I'm homeless in stride, adrift with the others
and tired...

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To Those Who Are Separate

Created: 08/18/2008 2:49am

For my siblings who are separate
It should be said to you
Everything you are has come from someone
or something outside of yourself

Your mathematics from the Greeks
Your religion from the Arabs
Your language from the English
Your homestead from the Natives

Your family from the visions, hopes of their ancestors
Your love from that which you love
Your faith from those who promise you
Your courage from that which you defend

The fire in the desert
The flood in the wetlands
The burning houses in the Sahara with virgins cut down
The suicide headbombs with soldiers cut down
Our courage makes martyrs
Our ferocity makes orphans
How far will our intentions go to bring progress

No man can keep what he takes by his mouth
No woman can keep what she takes by her purse
So dispense with your shackles and open your eyes

Those who relate things move cultures
Those who relate cultures move oceans

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Another Failure

Created: 08/09/2008 9:34pm

What are we going to do when there is nothing left
But scattered objects
Organized by size
by color
by thought

Songs that we wrote
Paintings we brought home
The dust from the front porch

And we leave our so-called belongings
For others to seize
interpret
remember
imbued with all of our confusion

Why do we really cry?
Is it the recognition of another failure
Another loss of potential
Another wanderer who failed to recognize himself
Who failed at the game
Who failed to recognize others
Who failed to carry the stone
How could anyone carry this stone?
I'm sorry, I wanted to do better than this
For you...
For all of us...
My fucking complex...

Sunken into the ground for the weeds and the flowers
Pushing through the skin...into the soul
Where is your spirit now?
Under the stairwell...
Under the porch...
Peeking out from behind the paintings...
Sleeping next to me by the doorway?

Drone on, always
Just like the ones before you
With all the ones that have fallen before you
I'm tired of being here...
I don't want to leave a trace.

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Ashen Light

Created: 07/23/2008 3:37am

Surely there must be some sort of heaven for you

Flower haired and feminine
Heart so full of empathy
Hushing the sobs of the weary and broken
Resting each head upon your breast
Quieting them to sleep in the soft glowing twilight

Surely there must be a place for you...

With soft white feathers
That fall from the sky like snow
With gentle kisses and whispered reminders
of the pessimists saved by your sparkle

Where the wind sings your silver song of legend
of reckless love
of selfless compassion

Where your calm eyes
Are filled only with beautiful landscapes
The pink of your lips in the sunset
The warmth of your smile in the night

You are everything beautiful
That is woman

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The Other SiBLING

Created: 07/21/2008 6:45am

Volumes of knowledge drip through your fingers
And are quietly funneled back to the old woodshed,
overgrown with weeds and broken out windows,
smelling of aged, water soaked timber

And from there I observe you
With every glare
With every sound
With every head-humming sound and heart-thumping sound
You are mine

And I consume you
With your empty perspective
And digestion is hard,
like the truth of a well worded insult
So, I dredge the pit where the acid is weaker
I hoist up the carcass onto the dry throated deck
The flesh picked clean and with eye sockets empty
I gaze deep and see what I was searching for

The same building blocks, the mortar dissolved
Personality swept away like sediment
And now we can no longer be apart

Like a lost lover, I pull you from your sunken grave
Clutching your brittle ribs
Dragging you off to the darkness
Spitting venom and cursing myself for killing you;
For watching you die,
For making us both suffer...fractured and silent

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Static Blue

Created: 07/17/2008 3:37am

and so I drive
brushing the air
pulling the light into my eyes
under the endless blue

the children walk
swinging their sticks
laughing and jumping they scatter
filled with the infinite blue

a shift of the wind
a shift of my head
and the sky shimmers and sparkles
above my eyes
a half-hearted retreat
and all I see are walls of static
a world filled of white noise

the blue is creeping into my window
and the cool heart
rests beside me in the darkness
and I'm tired of the ringing in my ears

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