Felt.

Time stood still for nary a soul,                    
it dragged its feet, aching and old. 
Blistering heat that made us melt, 
we were once softer than silk felt.

Hallowed hearts wind whistled through,
covered in bruises, black and blue.
Hardly broken, but maybe bent,
running on empty and love spent.

There comes a day in all our lives,
when our failures cut deep as knives.
But you shall remain a triumph,
you stayed with me, like a science.

Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout,
until the blood drained from our mouths.
Yesterday—softer than silk felt;
seems like all we do these days is yell.

Outer Space.

Even in deep space,

your love holds me down,

Your embrace has weight,

and keeps me coming, back around

I was on track to be a tragedy,

before we collided, like stars

You give me gold, you give me gravity,

and it's more than fancy cars

I was a lonely planet on my own

Now you are the sun to my moon

I orbit you and feel at home.

I was in ruins, but I'm brand new.

No distance between us,

could break us, or tear us

apart.

Not miles, or minutes,

not even lightyears would be

too far for my arms.

You light up my galaxy,

our universe exists inside

my heart.

Closer than the others,

if I'm Earth, then you are my Mars.

You keep me human, keep me golden,

keep me green, and grounded.

Give me freedom, give me healing,

eclipse me, leave me astounded.

Celestially, you are the best for me,

I rest my chemistry, and let you

undress me.

Effortlessly, you impress me,

effervescent, I'm obsessing.

Astro know me, come explore me,

Supernova, satisfy my

celestial body, cosmo comet,

asteroid shower, like meteorites,

I stargaze, and you give me power.

Warrior's Worth.

 

Dear warrior,
while you weather storms
through wars waged
against your worth,
remember, you
have purpose,
and come from the
deep, cool Earth.

Although the sinister
& sly may have tried to
steal the innocence
of your smile, you remain;
stand your ground & stay,
you are so much more
than sorrow, although it
seems to be a stain.

And when malevolent
men manipulate through
tactics meant to intimidate
you cannot let them conjugate
you, for they could never capture
the courage that has made you.

For you were meant to soar,
do not let the rest clip
your wings to steal your flight.
Fly away, or fight, dear warrior–
they could never dim your light.

Self-Awareness.

 

With each day I take for granted, I vow to appreciate the next, blessed with the opportunity to once again look, and feel my best.  With my feet firmly planted, my morals maneuver me through all the rest, as I have been granted another day to conquer the world and put my limits to the test.  

Some may call me an idealist though I am as real as they come, as I refuse to succumb to the notion that we must all acquiesce to society's rules that really only just make us boring and numb.  

I can paint my own destiny, I am the master of my domain, though my moods and momentum may change in an instant, I am grateful that they change at all, as my indecision shows I'm living, and still standing despite my many falls.  
Others' attempts to understand me often leave them more perplexed than when they began, I am an anomaly and will not be mislabeled by any other man.  

A human being, not one doing, I live and let live just as well, yet I am still often the myth and then the legend that cowards and commoners attempt to dispel.  The subject and the predicate that illiterates will never know how to spell, I have won your game of thrones; I am the king of Winterfell.

Subjugated for far too long, I refuse to remain the victim of your abuse; either endure me or ignore me, your decision is your prerogative, I will not sit idly by waiting for you to choose.  You no longer hold the noose that tightens around my neck, no longer own the signature that validates my cheques.  

My strength lies in my resilience, eternal proverbial phoenix rising from the ashes that I am, this is where you remind me of why your approval is even worth a damn. Some have dubbed me the devil incarnate for I refuse to let anyone in, through the barricades I peer out through from inside my glass house made of equal sin.  

You claim that I am worse than you and even with my ego subdued I cannot accept something so absurd as allowing you to have the final word, I have much more to offer the world, for it will always be my oyster and I will always be its pearl.

Projection.

 

Superfluous in your sedation,
a situation of inebriation.
Projecting onto others all
that fills you with trepidation.
Your salvation seems to be
entwined with degradation.
Humiliation tactics result in
little more than alienation;
an isolated abomination
enabled by your own frustration.
And yet, you play the fool,
act so coy, as though
it's recreation, when it's really
just cause for further consternation.
The stars in your enchanting
eyes could've been constellations,
instead of this denial-footed dance
that defines your docile narration.
A creation of confidence kissed
by complacence, I pray you find
a way to heal before you pursue
further relations. Irrigate your need
for empty validation, before it eats
away at your soul's starvation.

Central Park.

 

You came along when skies were dark,
just like a song, you left your mark.
Upon my heart, I felt a spark.
Our energy was off the charts,
hit a homerun, out of the ballpark.
An unexpected restart, our chemistry
encapsulated me, like the finest art.
I was a whale, and you my shark,
these butterflies, you left me, are all monarch.
And I refuse to disembark, from the stark
difference between you and other guys.
No other lover has been quite as adept,
at leaving me feeling windswept.
Caught off guard, although I like it,
this kind of love at first sight, it's
disarming, although it feels effortless.
a brand new reference, that's incredulous.
And now I'm here, and you're so far,
but I can still feel your touch upon my
brand new skin.
You've become the one I want,
oh how, I crave your gaze, that's
enchanted me, and made it's mark,
whether you're right next to me,
or as far away as Central Park.
Never before has someone been more
intriguing, or befitting of my all-encompassing adoration.
Simply put, you should know that
I would wait a thousand years and a day,
for a recreation of those few moments
we shared of sheer unadulterated bliss.
You fit me like a glove, left me yearning
for a love that's just slightly out of touch.
In another lifetime or alternate reality,
I know without a doubt that we are
holding hands just like we should be.
And yet, until we meet again, I'll hold
a candle to our flame that brightly burns,
and leaves me feeling whole, just for having known my same is out there somewhere, breathing life, love, light, luck into fading spaces.

Healer.

 

I collect others' karmic dust
cure &&& heal the unconscious
like a vacuum, I suction up
trials &&& trauma that disrupt
daily lives leaving them in disrepair
disturbances that dare to keep
them on the edge of their toes
like volcanoes verging to erupt.
Then wring my hands til blood
runs circling the sink accusing
everything but the boundaries
I don't put up, to protect the
sacred sanctity of my own sanity,
a counterintuitive cycle that needs
to complete, so that it leads to the
death of this dance that defeats.
Nothing compared to the joy it depletes.

Bananas.

When I was young &
inexperienced, arrogance
fooled me into believing
I was ingenious.

Life was a box of chocolates,
like nothing could be easier.
But now that I'm older,
I've learned humility.
The more I grow,
the less I know.
With ev'ry turn,
there's lots to learn.

The spoils
of youth, though rich
& luxurious are not as
bright as the wisdom
I've earned, like learning
to be worriless. Wars waged
and battles braved, I've
swallowed my pride.
Release the rebel and
silence survives.

I filled in
the chip on my shoulder,
and prevented it from
becoming a boulder.
And matter of fact,
I've no monkeys at
my back. It's bananas
to think I used to let
them attack.

Hogwart's.

my love is just another crutch;
a whole circus, tainted by trust.
oh wizard me, enchanted thee;
you are hog's wart; i'm diamond dust.
but i digress; i need some rest.
my waving wand ain't your horcrux.
just like a sponge, you sopped me up.
absorbed my aura, you're so porous.
the more i gave, the more you took.
made demands without a deed.
no bill of sale, you can't own us.
so let me go, just let me be.
take your storebought charm
out to the curb, cos i deserve—
equality.
i'm a free bird. and i return;
because i've got integrity.
i set you apart, you put me aside.
pull at my heart, i'll tear you to pieces.
i come alive, so take back your lies.
tell your untruths, cos they dont fly
with me anymore; wont die for your love
i'll rise above; the skies, like doves
i wont be weeping another weekend.
no more weak days for your cheap ways.
so go suck face with some creep, babe
i wont keep place for your steep hate
so dont lose sleep to shear sheep, eh
watch me fade now like myspace

Lethal.

When you pick me right up then toss me around, you tie my heart up in lies, say you wont let me down, right before I'm let down, you wring me out—then hang me up to dry

I keep soaking you up,
absorbing your love,
falling for your endless
fabrications.
ev'rything you do,
all the words you use,
your ev'ry single move is
calculated...

Added up our numbers,
evened out the odds,
multiplied the reasons why
I'm divided by these flaws

and I'mmmmmm frustrated from
separating your fallacies, trying
to piece together what to believe;
the truth you tell me is ill-conceived
and deep-ly deceitful. Our love
could've been superhuman
but it's just lethal.
Barbaric, savage; primeval.
Addictive enough to end a life,
and yet it's still legal.

Glass.

Spontaneous combust,

coughed up, in a cloud of dust,

erased the air, to tread on trust,

swept under rugs to stop the stuck,

unwind the clock cos time is up.

Reverse the curse, release the clutch,

steeped in sweat, sweet innocents,

disarm the dreadful dissonance.

Rewind the tape, to relive the rust

that ate away, and eroded us;

like acid rain, corrosive cut. 

I fade away, to further my fear 

of failed filial obligatory fuss. 

I uncross my heart, & hope to live,

receive the love that I, too, give. 

Put myself first to make it last—

add armour to my house of glass.

Kerosene.

Had my wings coated in

soaking hot oil, pouring

into the ocean of our toxic,

intoxicating love. 

A black widow without warning, 

that left a crow like me, ripped 

apart—wide open; you took your 

knife and drove it deeper into 

my skin.

Gore like this has my soul 

disturbed, your violence arrived

like hair-raising notes played on

untuned violins. 

A massive attack that made me 

wish I could turn back; a love so 

unkind I sought to rewind time.

Your kerosene-stained caresses 

kept me careening, like a car crash

waiting, because its brakes are failing. 

Barbwired kisses that left my lips bleeding. Keep your misery the next time you decide 

to break a poor man just because you can. 

Before you commit another carnal crime, 

hold onto your lies, before you waste 

another life.