the point is the tip
    the sharp end that hurts

Whisper softly to me
Through the seams of your pillow
For just one night
Let my dreams be sweet
Carried in slumber
By the sound of your voice

We feel
In the trenches

They say
When in Rome
But I don't think
I could crucify God

Palms nailed
Side lanced
I am not one
To beg forgiveness

Not one
To fall on my knees
Not one
To forgive

Nothing
He would not do for me
Nothing
I would not ask of him

I mourn your death
As a betreyal
When I look down
The hammer
Is in my hand

You blame
The church
For sins of man

Hold accountable
The temple
Not the hands

The alter
For its silence

The tabernacle
For curtains
To thick to unveil
The sins of a saint

A holy of holies
Torn
Two pieces of cloth
One for a funeral shroud
The latter a sail for a ship
To hell's gates

You beg
For anything, nothing
There are no promises
On bleeding ground

A pilgrimage
Of swords
Not confessing
A holy war

My grandmother
Had a different name
Before I was born
She will not die with it

I write about temples
My feet
Will never be clean enough to enter

Sins
I cannot wash off my hands
Heaven's
I pray my children will know
Hell's
I carry
On broken shoulders

I do not want you
To know the weight

Not your burden
To bear
My cross to carry

In the tomb
Of my ancestors
The stone
Rolled away

The kingdom is yours

To bad I cant write words that will last
Or even be long remembered
Like a fading flower falling to the ground
Are the cries from my lips
A path that ends after one last bend

Cosmic dust
Is coming together again
Arranging
Bones
Skin
Body
I write of her
With cold hands
Perhaps these cells
Have been someone else
Perhaps another body
Another mind
One that called out
Into the beyond
Asking if they were alone
Will I answer their question
Or simply repeat it
Let it linger in the cosmos
Suspended
Between heaven
And earth

It's as if I stayed awake just to be sad in the dark

The angels were whispering in my ear about the confines of my heart
They know I withhold nothing from you
Yet when I am sad it is not their hands against my mouth, but a strangers
I have no plight against them
When my head is screaming to let out a sound
No whisper is even heard
Will my casket be filled merely with cheap regrets
When I could have been speaking truth
My love, how do I find my voice

I stand at the door
And knock
But my nuckles as hopeless as the hands that guide them
Oh full moon
Bathe me in gentleness
That as you set
I will rise
To fill the emptiness
Just one more star in the sky

Thirty-five thousand words
Erased countless scars

is anyone more predictable than a poet

What if
I saw you
With another girl
What if
You held her hand
Will you make her laugh
Like you did with me
What if she smiles
Is she prettier than me
Will you hold onto this one

What if you introduce her to me
Do I smile and shake her hand
And say I am pleased to meet her
What if I haven't let go
What if I still feel the same
Maybe I still give a ****
But maybe I am not in your plan

What if
You buy her flowers
What if
She kisses your cheek
What if
I wish I was her
What if
I want your arms around me
What if
I want to breathe the same air you do
What if
I need you
What if
I had a second chance
What if
You made a different choice
Maybe you would still love you

What if my heart still wants you
What if I still love you

Do you not see the storm?

As you lay on your island.

Watch.

As it comes to cover you.

In the tears you reaped.

From every heart you stole!

And as the waters wash...

...over your broken body.

And the salt stings your cheeks,

Remember.

That kisses are sweet.

Tears are salty.

And this world doesn't have,

Rules.

Just for you to **cheat.

I scream
It hums through the air
On the backs of razor blade wings

I scream!
It catches in my throat
And pulls my heart out with it

I SCREAM
My woes
Into the night that bore them

I SCREAM!
My anguish is such
All will unwittingly now know

i scream
A futile rasp
Noise is nothing, when follows death

I scream
Still you do not hear me
A broken heart is not a quiet thing

I pray for wisdom
Not for age
It seems as the days roll by
That I always get one
Not so much the other

Of all the tastes in the world
Your kisses are the most **tangible

I was never a little girl
You’re always a hundred years old
When you’re fighting and flighting
And freezing
It’s just so **** cold
My throat is raw
From begging you to love me
All I ever hear back
Is you raising your voice
To tell me to shut up
I am quiet now, daddy
You made me
But you can’t see me
Ironic
Since I’m the one haunted

Were we not children once
Heavens not breathless
Only myself
Worlds fading
From atmosphere
As quickly
As called into orbit
By name
Compelled to answer
Stars timid
Of their own light
Draw close
Lips of a sinner in prayer
Time has baited her breath
What has caused
Relentless torment
Will your words
Not bury themselves
In the earth
Long after this day
Let my heart burn
As do my cheeks
And my ears
Confidence
Will find me again
The devil
A fool for promises
Jester of his own court
Why does your spirit wane
In this drought
New waters will come
New hopes too
Knowing little of gods
That love much
Ask little
Hearts aching
I am tears
Stinging your cheeks
Let sorrow pass
A world with no worth
Besides souls
Scattered as pennies in the street
Let not your light fade
Words diminish
There is hope still
Jehovah holds skies
Holds mountains
Your plight
Not so small
To slip through his grasp
You came
As a child once
This is not forgotten
You are young
To him still
Young to the earth
Do not act in haste
Love on your tongue
More than kisses
For lips
Hold a flame
For yourself
I knew anguish once
I will not walk
That way again
Praying for new shores
In deepest waters
Unparalleled

I am trying so hard
Not to cry
But I begin to wonder
Does it even matter anymore?

I find new troubles
At the bottom
Of an empty cup

You told me once
Of when you prayed for bread
Acid rain came down that day
I then learned of reality

If I go into the woods tonight
Will I smell another mans smoke
Or am I so greatly delusioned
To truly believe I am alone

These monsters come and go
My chest a revolving door
A heart hotel
A coffin of nightmares

Angels speak, I do not listen
Prayers quiver in the morning air
I am not there
Not patient enough to wait

Scars on my back spread
Along my limbs
Vines growing on a brick wall
Neither of us will ever find heaven

I never shut up about the moon
She's always there
How I do love her company
When I'm making myself out to be lonely

Is it wrong to assume
Stars are another worlds
Parking lot lights
I don't have all the answers

I find no humor
In the irony of doing what's right
As we go along
I find I was betraying my future

When will I learn
Trying to love this way
Is like trying to dance
With a broken leg

Even after I pass
I will not of told
All the stories in me
They are in bones

I call you foolish mortals
Take it as praise
I will not even name my self
There is great folly in wisdom

If only happiness
Was as aggressive
As the pain
I hold space for

Bury me shallow
In the autumn floor
I hold myself no greater
That the earth

I cry out under the heavens
The veil is thinning
How do you deny
The pulse of the spirit world

Know me now
But not my name
She is the secret whisper
In the thickest of your veins

Maybe once we would have lived
Thriving on the chaos
Hand fed to us by the universe
We were foolish then

Someday wisdom will come to us
We will not know her face
Fair chance she is already among us
Thinly veiled

Do you remember
The first time you smoked
The way it stopped in your throat
How it brought your stomach up

Know when I think of you
It is the same for me
You are a bitter tar taste
I light you up again

Only to spit you out
You coat my tongue
The inside of my cheeks
With your black smoke veil

I asked for depth
You delivered
I cannot back out now
There is no where but up

Those in the dark
Beg for light
Those in the shadow
Wish to stay hidden

I am the ***** sinner
In the bathroom
Trying to scrub myself clean
Of smoke and saints

I was warned
The path of the traveler
For those with thick soles and thicker skin
Thick souls and thinner whims

I set out like a dead man on a quest
Like a fool
With my best foot forward
Not knowing which was is South

You prayed me greener pastures
I just prayed for you
Here we are
Hollow promises, hearty prayers

We ache for what we had
Knowing fruit in the sun
To quickly turns bad
Sour sugar in the soil

Mommy stop it
Just go away
Be like the rain clouds
And come back another day
You are never there
When I need you most
Just stop talking
And close your mouth
Its raining its pouring
But your love is boring
I walked away and I'm not coming back
Just figure it out, that thing you lack

I wish my Mother loved me
Like in those stories
I wish my Mother knew
What I've been through

I am not one
To place my bets
On the end of the world
To put the wages of my toil
Towards the final
Breaking of the dawn
The sun may come up again
Strike no accord against me
And yet, if the darkness remains
I will be no richer, no wiser
Only colder in indifference
That you already see in me

When the Maker lay me in the earth
And the angels thronged about
With stars wrought in their hair
And cosmos soldered to their belts
The ageless bestowed to me a thread
And it was woven of memory
He did not give me wisdom
And I could not tear it apart
The maker wrapped this thread
And around my soul it stays
For part of me is part of the past
And all who dream are dreams past

Relationships can be an anchor or your wings
It all depends if you are learning to float or fly
It be one with ocean
Or to touch the sky

No one told me sadness felt like this
I cannot help but wonder if they did not know

This is why I feel so alone

Maybe one of us writes greater than the other
Yet we feel no deeper
We are all just at the bottom
Scrambling for the words to fill the cracks in ourselves
Telling the others
That's how the light gets in

You were the kind to look through the pockets of the dead for loose change
So it was no surprise to me when I felt your hands on my body even as it was still warm

I love songs that make me cry, because it means my soul isn't all rock yet

I am not patient in my healing
Claim no diety in my veins
Your name the eternal flavor
My mouth that would not wash out
Not with whiskey, water, or time

We wait impatiently
For the moment
And when it comes
We will own it

When we can reach
Beyond the edge
To the dreams
On the other ledge

To feel the air
On our own
But beside the other
So we aren't alone

A preparation
Given enough time
But never just
To stand in line

To dance
The whole way there
To always know
But not quite care

We scavenge
These empty streets
But among
All the people we meet

We only find
Desperate friends
Who find a way
To seek an end

This journey begun
With hope in hand
To bring ourselves
To a promise land

A roof over our heads
A floor to sweep
Many gentle memories
To make and keep

Two eyes
And then four
Some time
And then more

Every step to start a
Another journeying
Every lesson
We are learning

I wouldn't want to
Do it alone
That's why I have you
My solid stone

A rock of guidance
And wisdom sweet
To show me where
To place my feet

Every word
From your mouth
Every picture
On a shelf

Hung and spoken
With so much care
If I look behind me
I see you there

Watching, with a smile
To see me grow
That look in your eyes
I already know

The memories
We shall weave
And my heart
You shall never leave

As fall rains
In gentle leaves
And it kisses
With a gentle breeze

We embark
On a new path
A home to make
A way to last

the only part of beauty that the world understands
is the kind they can destroy with their hands
the only kind of pretty that they know
is the kind that they choose to let go

my women's logic is about as keen as;
grass that hasn't been mowed in months
and my brain is about as sharp as;
the knife used on the stone table

This was my sanctuary
But now it is **broken

Take me back
To the secret garden
I have been here too long
I am shape shifting
Fog passed through me
This morning
We dissipate
It is always this way
When the sun rises
When your skin warms
I am not against it
I am not permanent
Simply here
Weeds peek
Through brick walkway
Not shy
Simply there
Stone walls close around me
A child castle
A world apart
Can we not name the shelters we built as children, home?
Tell me the difference
Between place and memory
Cut into bark of a tree
It is wick
It is green
We were young once too
Before I knew what permanence was
When things were simple
Small yellow blossoms
Freckle green grass
Growing natures way
Reaching for the sun
Aching for her rays
We long too
For what warms us
Do not name me
A dying sun
I’m an evening candle
Nothing more
Simply there

I must tell you
While I am sober
I must tell you
Before it gets dark
I have to say it
Before we are making it
I am compelled
The words make a spring nest
In my mouth
Behind my teeth
It is a summer home
To the house I have built
For you in my heart
You are welcome here

It's late, anything goes
You forget I'm human
Could have guessed I'd bleed red
You checked all the same
Where I met God
Was not where he left me
Deception you spoke
That torment was my stint
It was not always this way
Better is a hope, not a promise
Somehow put together perfectly
The ground is cold
Nails scratch against tombstones
The sun climbs into morning
On steps of moonlight
We will bury this night with shovels of dirt
Enough has been said while the moon is full
To be silent today
Enough has been said for tomorrow
To be silent today
Not caring where I go
Take me far
From all you know
From all that forced its memory upon you
My memories are laced into many people
Threads that do not know undoing
They wind themselves around your fingers
We clutch at hope
In hope it will clutch back

Through the realms we go, to hell
Places that do not kiss and tell
Secret river, in hades realm
Bough to stern, a rocking helm
Deeper to a buring core
The fire of life burning ore
Specter, spirit, who can know
The darker way we go

One day
I will look on your world
With great fondness
Too long
Have I held my breath
Against the terrible monotony of time
Marching this unforgiving carcass
Across the sand
I am tired
Weary
Aging
My youth has forsaken me
For the fading promise of tomorrow
She has born little fruit
I will go into the desert again
The sun will come to my skin
A lover that has been waiting
To kiss me with passion
To touch
Has it been forty years
Or only a moment
The figs will dry to anjeer
Or perhaps it is only a mirage
There is nothing tangible here
Beyond the sand
And she
Slips all too easily
Through my fingers

You never should of shown me
Who you are
I saw right through you once
I can never claim blindness again