a man with my heart
a boy with my hand
an act of duplicity
resonates within my unkempt
illusiveness
i killed the bird
i trapped its burdens
surfaced replica
of first born freedom
fly south
grab what you can
cradle your needs
with a wounded hand
delivering sin
in balance with persuasion
i can trap your heart
i can convince myself
i am a liar within
i am nothing without.

i will pull you down
i will tell you why
in depth
in doubt
my heart's alibi
torment upon cranes
hovering above you
delirium schemes
to keep you nearby
you're strong and still trying
i demand silent while lying
and really i hate it that way.
curves of crucial comments
capitulate our scenes
cinema and photographs
living beyond our means.

this is the first time i've been grounded from my oblivious regime.
i'm downing gin and happiness to find out what it means
to lose the one you're looking for and gain what's meant to flee.
sentiment is temporary when you wake up from saved time.  
easing out and pulling back im playing with thickness.
nursing dangerous plays. heart attacks with a static clutch.
beautiful universe

follow me
to my stone
my rock of woe
my base alone

emptiness
has no place
a haven built
of hands and face

birds of thought
a carriage below
memory burns
i will not show

hold my hand
or hold my heart
longing cuts
our will to part

follow me
detached and free
singing now
forever you'll be

somber steps
of a misinformed man
knowing without knowing
is worse than the end.

'youre wrong about me'
he says a final word
scraping against my lips
but no longer settling so deep
that i am succumbed and entangled.

because of this long term unsettling
i am far from safe
i dove for discomfort
i was compelled to compromise

results are obsolete
when no one wants to change
our future holds the objects we carry
displaced by
misfortune in time.

i am the depth
i am the road
i am the impossible
you long to hold.

mundane
poems
of
heartache
bleached
curtains
dull
skin
scenes
of
fury
once
alone
longing,
oh
shape
shifting
black
crows
pecking
at
new
life
fantastical
frenzy
leading
me
down
to
the
purgatoryof pretentiousness

i fell into freedom
my last sickness bled
wounded knees
are my omen
for fearing the regret
blindness ensued
by the art of decadence
lapping my loneliness
to heal what must be forgiven
suffocate in my web
of self care
mistaken for truth
support but no input
secure yet unprotected
cut out and crystalized

****** drifters travel free