i feel you
like thoughts on edges
of tables i grip
with turning hands
for you and i
this is all i ask
a bow and an arrow
cupid found frowning
for your depth i walk
between streets at night
i sing you a song
oasis and nature
scribbles on hotel paper
from mountains of switzerland
where i drink you in tune
to stars at night
‘twas the perseids on august ninth
the wine i felt in twenty degrees
before lakes of reflections of lights in the sky
and i twirl around to make water move
the rapids seem to pull
from edges i whirl
unusual we go
for you i fall
tired movements on gravel
slipping on rounds
as i bask in the castle of my own
you wake before you fall
you fall before you wake
the song i sung in the mountains
was for you to take
for i to feel
for the emotion to leave
and i to take what was given
and give it to stars at night
to transcend to another
to feel what it’s like
to feel something
at all
January 2019
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i descend into what i believe
to transcend into moments of you
like dark hues under eyes i used to pour into
i break into motions with men i fought on a darkened end
of streets where i scoured to find signs in the night
like which way to write, which way was right
and i prose you in thought
a slumber in deep hum
a hymn to a rhythm, a tango i once fought
in front of desire and passion
the way you hold a lighter in echoed moments
from mountains atop midnight
where i eclipse my mind and transcend to find out
how i used to sleep at night
in dire moments with a rhythm of you
as we’re slow dancing to a cause i fail to see
yet hide to ignore
because beauty sees and the ego hides in what it wants
like melting with you
holding onto past mirages of men in might
in false knight armor
darkened elixirs to bring desire
i paint you a picture
for what you want to see
i breathe you into a world where
i paint you to be
how i’d like to see
how i’d like you to be
how the fog at night masked you to be
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i find our errors to be nothing but self evident
in a sense of mankind benefiting from the delicate
nature of our state of mind
becoming to be, yet failing to fall
from what it was in the moment
we let it all go
i find myself in statue moments
feigning from the past of how it was
instead of how i wanted it to become
from the errors i once had
i triumph from terror, fighting knights i once had
running to bliss from hallways of desire
i read chapters from ages which don’t make sense
because sense is something i only know from my point of view
like these words on pages only find sense to some
in ways they’re read because a rhythm only reads a way i allow
like the currents in rivers where i succumb to memories of you
reds to blues to yellows to high glances
from pills i used to take to wade my mind from you
and we’re singing in a tune i’ve only sung once before
for a man in glasses looking at me
from stairs down the hall
nearing our edges of bathroom porcelain
i’m pulling for oxygen, for elegance
for words on paper you couldn’t read
for beds are broken with two in kind and two in mind
two in a pace without one ahead or one behind
i resign from inside echoes
stages of you
blues and greens
how i always saw
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in the dark of your taste
i bend for your broken heart
a dire scream in the sheets with ease
how i bend and tear your chest from parts
where i used to store a heart i held for you
like broken songs on records i’d play
the same tune stays for echoes on end
i bliss in tune with memories of our childhood
feet closer than we thought
cracks on streets seemed deeper than they were
like songs children would play
thoughts i remember in years after sheets covered our eyes
from terrors at night
our hands apart
poems at bay
with coding to slim the words i used to say
and we met
a few years too far from where we were
too soon to where we are in this moment
i touch the tip of your fingers
because i can
i touched the tip of your head
because i could
i left a piece of thought in your brain
because the words i said
we in your thoughts
before i could shut and open the door
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running on lines i told myself in echo
of where i was when time was fine
like ruins in my brain from days where
a daze was all i had
but i’m dancing in oasis
yet some call it purgatory
i think of it more as if it’s harmony
a soul and mine combined to find ideas
i used to tell myself in night
where shadows crept upon
dying was beside me
it was like fine wine
but cheap wine got us drunk faster
into you before i
and i watched as you twirled
in and out of consciousness
ignoring unrequited bliss
and he was a preacher
who talked upon himself
a hardness, a leather
blue sheets at night
with the moon of bronson
talking to us
from cemeteries we used to lie under
with voices in night
i still talk to you
i still talk at you
and it was always for you
like love in light
wine in night
shadows i used to hide
like pride on my tongue
how i used to give you it all
as if its high tide and you needed mine
to breathe at night
