its birthplace, its origins, the where the whence,
these clues are inclusive of
sources of inspiration which
are like handholds,

Even,

"incidents and accidents /
There were hints and allegations"
but you knew, you knew in advance,
you,
Can Call Me Al"

eye easing offerings, kindly giving kindling,
to the overwhelmed reader burning eyes,
ease the struggle, hire/higher the insights,
just hints of the wherefores, if the whys so
desperate must remain secreted in your heart alone

you are so right!
the greatest poems ever
go oft,  without stepping stones,
why not mine?

If you anticipate scholars centuries later
explicating your poems, well then, they
most of all, will  need a leg up about your
disco~

graphy

sent forth on a path of destruction,
the prince of war is parading  
through orange tides of
burning torches—
the funeral rites of
the dead king.

the engine of entropy spits out little
agents of chaos like bees from a hive.

they will sow
in time for the harvest
and when the sun rises to adorn
their naked, furry bodies
with golden dew,
they will shiver
in the remnants
of every dead star
before this one ends again.

a banshee from the ages
arrives as a missile of
determined suffering
set to detonate in close
proximity to the loose reins
of my forgotten destiny.

she wears a crown of roses
and embraces me with
her thorns
in the realm of Nature’s
loveless fawn—
a birthed, forgotten creature
gilded in silver linings
only to melt at
the feet of
God’s love.

I have cried rivers of tears
for people that have left
and all it does is drown
the land in a flood
of never memories
that keep me  
isolated in stagnancy.

the wet magic in my
blood is vaporizing from
my fingertips now,
the crackle of split
lightning spins through
my skyless eyes.

abbreviated life spans
chunked into pieces
of lives I never wanted to
live, yet helped form
me.

I see violence in the periphery—
muted and out of
focus.

oil-spitting broken android
smashing through houses
looking for his heart
before powering
down.

“I am clipped,”
she whispers.

“my wings don't lift me
anymore.

I am a trophy in a
cage.

I am atrophy in a
cage.

singing about the world
beyond these bars.

set me free—
I see the
window!

my flight feathers
will grow back
and I will leave you—
yes,
but I might return
and sing
to you about
that world beyond
the window.

I am not yours
to keep—
set me free!”

she commanded my heart,
so I did—

I set her free.

and she flew away
into the world
and left me
with a parting gift—

an open window
and a devastating song of silence
that echoes in my ribcage forever.

One year down the road,
two years back behind.
Neither has a sign saying closed,
not that we would pay it any mind.
Indecision is killing us
choking so hard we can barely breathe.
I buried all of our trust
and then beg you not to grieve.

While it’s always been you I adore
I can’t decide if I love or hate myself more.
It eats me alive just like cancer
but I know and I show, us both
the real answer.

Try to illustrate your soul
but my pallet’s lacking the tones.
I tried to pay the tickets and toll
by trading sticks and stones.
A promise I should’ve kept,
but sometimes it’s just too hard,
and so I watched as you wept
just as predicted by the tarot card.

While it’s always been you I adore
it’s been the wrong side I’ve been fighting for.
I chose my tactics and my plays,
to get through that it’s true,
It’s still you
all time and always.

She says “don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby,
when you do that **** it makes me feel crazy.”
“You can’t even look me square in the face,
and you’ve always had an accent I just couldn’t place.”
She says “don’t call me kid, don’t call me love,
you took everything that I ever dreamt of
all of it is now poisoned laced,
or you tried to erase but it can’t be replaced.”

I could never put her on a shelf;
These aren’t feelings I’ve ever felt
just for anyone else.
I’m sure she knows **** well,
for her I’d crawl my body through hell.
All time and always.

The idea of ‘forever’ used to be impossible,
The thought of ‘eternity’ simply improbable.
But then I met you and it all makes sense,
The wedding, the kids, even the white picket fence.
“Till death do us part” isn’t that what they say?
Let’s focus on life and live it to the fullest everyday.
You make me believe in “happily ever after”,
I can’t wait for us to start this new chapter.


Love, Jaz

You wanted my words
you’ve wanted my thoughts,
and all that you’ve heard;
It’s my heart that you’ve got.
Love I’m right here
and I forever will be,
my lips will brush your ear
for all eternity.

I’ll bathe in your soul
and I’ll drown in your eyes
you will make me whole
and you will light my skies.
Love; I am blind
for you’re all I can see,
but I will never mind
for all eternity.

She speaks to me in poetry
in calligraphy and with cartography,
and bestows upon me these blessings;
endless dreams and epiphanies.
I correspond with you and you to me,
attached and complimenting eachother as a wave to the sea.
Upon our flesh two puzzle pieces as each completing,
Darling I could never resist, quickly defeating.

You keep each secret like a stone
before you put it into your pocket.
And I don’t ever want you to feel alone,
you’ve got me locked up like a locket.
Your luscious hair isn’t the only weight
that lies upon your soft shoulders.
And I just want to be in your future and current state,
so let me pick up and carry those boulders.

So please don’t you ever abandon me
like Lipton’s alligator soup and Altoids sour candy.