The birches of the trees and the branches in your hair
and the roots that take root with sedimentary despair
oh I'll follow you there

The sugar was sweet, but with the fire it burned
In your mouth, the black charcoal bitterly churned
It was then that you learned

To swallow that blackness, devour it deep
And to anything to keep from falling asleep

The End of the World

When the ostentatious of austerity appears to be blinded by muddied mortality then we'll know. Then we'll go- when our chests close: on our souls, on our lungs, on our ribs, on our tongues, collapsing onto the songs we sung. The sun will extinguish
covered in foam. The stars gave us wishes and twinkled and shone. Now they wink in their guise like galactic spies knowing secrets of our suns that die. Our veins will touch from wrists intertwined. Hands held so deep; a soulish type vine. Our eyes will be coals, and our hair will be thorns. Stabbing and jabbing and poking with scorn. Scalpless and hurting we'll run to the womb. But now that we're older there won't be much room. Our hearts will beat in time with this war. If only we'd practiced this music before. It will be so dark there will be such fright But in the next moment an insatiable light.

The Peach Tree

Years ago we sat in the Peach tree
The scraped inner crook of knees
caused by feet, swinging on beat
hung at a 90 degrees from the tree

Our skin so smooth and the bark so rough
padded soles of feel so tough
Our tender hearts were enough
All because of our child-like love

Making a tear of sorts from the place
the peach kissed your lips with grace
and you longed with childlike taste
for the juice to adhere to your face

But now look at what a mess we're in!
ground below and the fear within
succulent fruit on our chins
and the leaves sway like we were 10.

A Nautical Mess

And the water was a grumbling, vomiting mess. In the scope of your ocean-ness. The algea of the sea and the salt, oh the salt, its not your fault. Something you're not. The black and white sweetness of being. Soggy crackers on everything. Saltine to Marine. A floppy heart scene.
The Sky tried to cry, but its anger was too much. Oh what a rush of wind. Its happening again. "This is the last time so go hard or not at all". Repetition then the fall. Bless the fall then curse it all.

The Barricades of June

Form walls around hearts
and around surrounding parts
then start to sing to me
block and mock approaching armies
a'beggin fer entry
entreat the sentry
the treats you lent me
to eat the century
100 years of meat, beaten
and sweetened with honey
the soul-sugar coated-funny
meet me, homely, by the sea
and promise me,
barricades stay, stay, stay
stationary

Slow Day at Asian Grill

the stars are going blue
dissolving into few
darkness is a fine view
and I can't sleep

the sky is falling down
emptiness all around
there is no light or sound
is this real?

the bleeding, needing air
hung with your despair
opens like a tear
ripping, dripping

honey off sweet lips
trenches from small rips
gulps from small sips
an abyss of emotion

The Nation

Thirteen lines rewinding in time somewhere to the edge of your mind.
Your incantations and recitations alleviations of mollified nations.
Sugar coated paste that molds the face of pain.
Its a shame we play this game.
This undignified stance this apathetic trance of nuance;
verify and falsify the truth floating by. Like a disease in this morbid air. No one wants to breath no one wants to care. "It's our land we sow. Our garden we grow. Our knowledge we know. Our life that we chose." This is it now this is the truth- the guilt played out on the souls of our youth.

...

Come with me, come and be free
money trees, and liberty
the welded metal that they say
rusted-went away

A mutt given to the rain,
a dog bone, and a toy train
darlin' ask away I've no shame
I know you're to blame

Maybe it's resonant wood
maybe I played Robin Hood
swirling down insatiable throat
sour scent of rose

Let's go to the place we know
warts, a straw and palindromes
catalyst, bad timing of fists
flailing towards your soul

the flailing pigeons did fall
and the hunger that they bore
was laid down, by your cupboard door
hungry nevermore

envelope glue tastes real bad
your bones shook, I knew they had
darlin I shook them, I was mad
forgive me for that

The rolling hills; boiling still
milk bread and stars for a meal
yer milk bread and stars fill you still
untill yer last meal

Crickets

Crickets in the night
Ululating songs of fright
Crickets in the night
sing to me the melodies so trite

The bats carry in the night
I'm scared for my life
Crickets can you sing to me
Your sorrowful rhapsodies?

Cricket sing to me songs of tyranny
Cricket tonight the melodies of fright
Cricket, my sweet, to be, held dear
I'll fly from here--- don't you fear

Cricket your songs
The ones you carry on
Chirp what you call music
An ode of awkward nuisance

Cricket songs of repose,
of love, that never grows
Crickets out my window
Representing sorrow (or silence, or awkwardness)

You're underneath the stars
Playing parodies of Mars
Artless, Heartless, Worthless, Mirthless
Toothless, toothless, nuisance

Cricket to me songs of tyranny
Cricket tonight the melodies of fright
Cricket, my sweet, to be, held dear
I'll fly from here--- don't you fear

Sorry about all the screeching, and I messed up a few times...

Random Thoughts That don't go together

The monkeys and stars play
"between the bars"
and laugh as they coincide

And though it is hard
and my dignity's scarred
there are somethings I just can't hide

Create a valve through your skin
Through your meat into within
with a straw made of tin

I'll stab my heart with the other end
I'll stab my heart with the other end
I'll stab my heart with the other end

We'll dance atop the ocean breeze
We'll dance into each others knees
Won't you come and dance with me?

The seussification of your doubt
was a tragedy throughout:

The comedy that made me cry
The very breath that made me die
it's the truth that made me lie

it's lack of air that made me sigh
there was something in the sky
and that is why I rolled my eyes

Random Haikus

Monsoon untill noon
then the sun ate it away
and produced gold rays

Snow won't let us go
but our love put together
melts this bad weather

Rain poured down again
but we were under your wing
didn't feel a thing

The clouds, thick as fog
blind me from your radiance
I feel my way through

Trav'ling down a road unknown
Forests grow from seeds sown
Tumultuous weeds now grown

Your aesthetic smile
But eyes that clasp to fear
And dark clouds cheer

Crash like the waves,
Like the smiles the ravens
Will eat in undignified mounds
Crash like the waves
Like the smiles the ravens
Will gobble by the pound

What else should I say?
If rainbows mean your gay
And happiness is a game we play?

The say thoughts reap a destiny
I'm filled with ignominy
and I'm glad you saved me

Will eat in undignified mounds
Crash like the waves
Like the smiles the ravens
Will gobble by the pound

Feelings

Love weaving in and out
down and down the water spout
it yells and cries, but won't come out
I sink into the floor

Hate I come with disdain
circled circled round again
as it's sucked through the bitter drain
I suddenly want more

Hope I lost you last year
Come, come back to be held dear
comforting, and replacing fear
this hope I do adore

Joy now I hold you close
Never, never leave me thus
please don't go, you're what I chose
Stay, oh I implore

Yellow Iguanas

"I've been at the end since the beginning"
it's getting kinda old, same old stories told
hold me so close, you're the only One I see
In this world of mediocrity, you're my Reality

Stories of Rahab and her satin sheets
take me away to a place of irony
Oh, those satin sheets helped the innocent escape
get me away, get me away, get me away

I know things have been bad,
I know, I know they could get worse
I know things are pretty good
But still, but still, past regret hurts
This time, we will try again
This time, this time maybe it'll work

I choke on fireflies and
swallowed hornets sting my insides
swollen and cramping, swollen and cramping
butterflies dwell inside me
flapping wings ever so roughly
twisting inside me, twisting inside me

oh! my eyeballs crack like stones
do you remember the moss covered stones?
The smell of moss and grass and green and trees and air
the smell of you and me and grass and trees and air

yellow iguanas crack the glass
and I remembered the dream I had
the dream the One unseen disappeared before me
the dream the One unseen disappeared before me

Salvation Ray Poem

I sit and stare at summer suns,
Pondering what I've become
Water streaks my flushed cheeks
I quickly come undone

The light's rays slice through dark clouds
Harshly scorching victim ground
The rain will come and I will run
The aural howling sound

The light penetrates, nowhere to turn
My tender soul, it starts to burn
Truth hugs me now, and wrapping around
My depressed thoughts-forlorn

Drenched in dewdrops as I head towards light
Concrete behind me, beams holding tight
I feel so torn, refreshed and reborn
an arm composed of might

I writhe in immeasurable pain
As I'm engulfed by the furnace of flames
I put away fights and put away rights
The Fire knows me by name

I know I was mortal, I knew I was fey
But never the beauty and strength of a ray
Life was a game, but now I'm changed
Bitterness gone away

Now I run to this Ray in embrace
Prostrate bow, but lifted face
With nothing to say, as I start to pray
Freedom too strong to taste

Forests and Socks

As I look in the mirror, I am aware and convicted of the fact that I am a tangled mess of emotions. A mess of good and bad, righteous and sin, and dirty, and clean. Clean. God has made me this way. I am like a picture sock. Although the outside portrays a picture, I am the inside. The mess made from the stitches that no one can see. The stitches that when you wear your shoes too tight leave red indents onto the top of your foot. That is me. I am the cause of those red indents and I am disappointed. However, even though I don't come close to being perfect, I realize that I am pure. I am the person God says I am, and he says he loves me. I realize that without the strands on the inside of the sock, there would be no picture. Those weaknesses make me fail. It is through this failing that I must rejoice because that makes God even more strong in my life because I can not run on my own steam. Through my weakness he is strong. And through my unfaithfulness, he is faithful. I must walk the road of righteousness and faith, and not get distracted from the enticing side roads and shortcuts-because I might might miss something along the way. The road is long, and the road is painful. The thorns in my side causes me to not walk headstrong and proud, but limp humbly yet joyfully along my wayward path on that narrow road. The thorns in my side beg me to stop. But I can't. I can't stop now. I am traveling this road called faith. "Faith is a journey, not a destination" (Tom Ehrich). On this journey-on this road which I walk, the rocks jab into my feet. Or maybe they are just eggshells. There are flies, and mosquitoes that swarm and overtake me. Or maybe it is just the breeze nudging me. There are mountains I must struggle to climb. Or maybe they are just molehills that trip me. However, I know for sure that the the songs the wind makes, and the trees conduct is worth every toil I must undergo on this narrow road. I must let go of all this baggage and run on this road of faith. Till I reach the end; until I die. There are no shortcuts, there are no missing strands. If a strand of the knotting is missing, a portion of the picture is missing. And although I am not aware of it, I am sure that with each step I take on this road, the ugly and painful strands on the back of my socks, are being replaced with holy strands as I give my life up for God. Strands not of my weakness, but of God's strength. So on this painful road of faith, I must live my life for God. Or... maybe there are no roads; there are just forests and socks.