december 30, 2012; 1:25pm

her eyes
were mirrors
both glassy
and infinite
reflecting sadness
and neglect
those years
of pain
from others
and within
that poisoned
and killed
an innocence
so pure
the heart
left hollow
and timid
and ruined
for love

december 27, 2012; 8:20pm

I feel
death pains
and regret
my ignorance
when young
we believe
we can
control our bodies
but then
something bad
will happen
our faith
in ourselves
is shaken
and death
becomes real
but not yet
we live
for decades
fearing it
running away
from it
and forget
we are still
in the middle
of living

december 27, 2012; 5:56pm

I feel warm
like heroin
though winter
is all around
the snow melts
absorbed into
the ground
as it hits
another year
farther from you
another year
closer to hell

december 26, 2012; 11:35am

this beauty
is heavy
and disorientating
bright reds
and yellows
like fire
from the
exploding heavens
there has
to be
a place
on earth
where pain
is cured
where love
is accepted
where time
and age
cannot touch
the innocence
of youth

the end #18

I’ve got
some dope
lets get
some girls
and drive
to sevierville
and wait
for shit
to happen
we’ll wear
black robes
and call
it mass
shoot up
and fuck
without rubbers
no armageddon
could equal
my actions
the end
has always
been within

christmas ’92

the gift
of nothing
at six
years old
my daddy
worked hard
my momma
did too
but business
left town
only job
they knew
middle aged
and searching
the times
were hard
but love
was there
and strong
like faith
christmas eve
I dreamed
baby jesus
and I
were brothers
in suffering
and we
would be
the same
some day

poem

the heart
is many colors
and changes
with every beat
it’s lustful
and wanton
and wants
so much
that each gesture
is magnified
and remembered
stored deep
within memories
and relived
in dreams
you have love
to give
to him
to me
to anyone
who will take
the time
to listen
these bars
get packed
and savage
with people
you could love
but who never
could love you
feel free
to cry
this world
needs tears
and tomorrow
maybe things
will change

december 13, 2012; 7:48pm

I remember
the way
your hair
would blow
summer days
when laziness
was virtue
and time
was not
numeric and
the feeling
of forever
seemed close
at hand
the innocence
before experience
letting nature
into us
the purest
way possible

december 10, 2012; 6:00pm

sly eye
lips parted
finger on
ear lobe
running gently
down neck
whiskeyed loneliness
in action
she occasionally
acts irresponsible
going below
her standard
and guys
like me
get to
see heaven
without dying

december 9, 2012; 9:45am

this doom
we feel
is real
and out
to get us
people aren’t
what they
used to be
things aren’t
what they
used to be
and whoever
is in charge
doesn’t like it
so we will
crawl on
a little longer
until the foot
comes down