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The Love And Life Of Death

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The setting is a late May evening

and the sun is just beginning to wane

the grasses are as green as can be

the warm summer rays touch

skin darkened by the halls of recluses

and eyes drunk on the monotone beat

of a single heart

the horizon speaks to me

in ways no human could ever

color elicits emotion

only my darkest days would ever see

drooping sunset

with patch, see-through clouds

for skanky lingerie

calms me better than any

green eyed, freckled face

powered by an engine

stoked by fire of rejection

I reject the clown suit

appreciate the complexion

of life riding the fine line

life and death, I’ve seen both

lived and loved

both

I never knew

why the silence loved me so

treated me to knowledge

people seemed to refuse

I’m so hot

dirty mind, spinning you a web

of lust, lies

and forgotten faces

all in time

before the moon turns on her heel

and I fall into sleep

till our next divorce counseling meeting

 

I’ll Open My Heart Since You’re The Fever I Can’t Sweat Out

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The doctor peels back my skin

to see what I’m made of

Cook, he says, there’s a lot in here

you should be aware of

he’s nearly died

countless times

and attempted self-medication

with girls and rhymes

has him comatose

who knows

how long he has to live

once slow to breathe, taking life in

the lungs replenish at a fever pitch

and the added weight

of depression and diversions

will soon bust the sitch

of a heart, punctured long ago

with the snap of closed doors

and punctuality in unanswered messages

I now know, I’m a freak

and if there’s one face he had to meet

it would be yours

because for some unknown reason

his greatest addiction was the widest door

infinity could ever open

and with your fantastical spirit

his soul was broken

smitten

at the kindness of your ways

and the hope you instilled

to cross paths

one day

but there is a fever

he can’t sweat out

and as much as he writes

he is plagued by the doubt

one wish above them all

one hope to drown out the storm

and instill calm

in a shipwrecked soul

kindred spirits

beat of the same magic

and with a simple touch

this scene can become less tragic

let her mouth

form the cradle of his rebirth

and let your voice be small in content

but rich in worth

Miss, bring her close

and have her speak

in silent whispers

and make sure your name

he will always remember

 

 

The Last Motion Of My Aspergian Tragedy

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Long after the sun has gone down

and eyes have fallen to asleep

do I walk alone in my home

and my thoughts begin to creep

up the walls

down my spine

in and out this mind

that’s always thinking of the next rhyme

I open the door, and feel the midnight breeze

smell of crabs and shellfish, a salty sea

in my nostrils

and sitting down on cracked concrete steps

I let it all out

these steps saw windows shattered one Fourth of July

these steps saw a nest of baby robins go goodbye

these steps saw my brother taken away

these steps saw my mother betrayed day after day

these steps rarely saw me as a young boy

lost in Chronicles of Narnia, and Thomas toys

and growing older, I found a knack

for filling rooms with wooden railway track

and summer’s went by, without a care

of what I would become, or where I might go

just let me grab my gloves and boots and play

all afternoon in winter snow

but when I turned thirteen

my life become hell, and a fever dream

plagued me night and day

not knowing who I was

and why I might say things that really hurt

it was honesty to me, I knew nothing else

I didn’t care if others felt bad

I was a mess, a living tragedy

until one night something moved inside of me

a desire to be heard

a desire to be known

a desire to create something on my own

afraid to try something new, I wrote slowly at first

and terribly, at that

it was a bunch of seldom used words and crap

because I didn’t know how to listen to my soul

I didn’t know how to play my role

and silence turned to rage

at the sight of what I become

new diagnosis, but same fears

and newly cried tears

lined the storybook of my life

but then I met you

along with others in the blogosphere

and with tender words, you brought me near

and showed me the way

how to write with passion with poise

and how to speak in quiet whispers

yet cause a great noise

I became a better writer

thanks to you

and I learned more about myself

and I knew that while I may be on the spectrum

and slower than the rest

I was always encouraged by you

to give my best

I am grateful to everyone I’ve met online

because you gave me a second life

and bought me more time

to discover who I really am

you saw the real me,

I just needed to see it myself

you knew the real me,

I needed to take it off the shelf

I wear it proudly, I wear it with honor

this Aspergian label of mine

and regardless of your expectations

I will let it shine

and as I crawled back into bed

the sun’s light arising

I smiled inwardly

these heartbeats, I’d no longer be denying

 

Something About Snow That Got Me Way Too Emotional And Poetic

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 I’m back! I’ll write about what I’ve been doing for Saturday’s post, but for now, here’s a bit of what I’ve been working on lately.

 

Scattered remains

of frozen souls

tossed and turned

by radioactive waves

of signals of failed love

like ships entwined

by tentacles of legendary sea demons

they were shattered above

and below

left to bake on jagged rocks

as flocks of mermaids

shining greenish blue tails

mock their sophomoric fails

naked to the very marrow

their thoughts become narrow

and bent on seconds

and evaporating

as ice at the blush of summer’s cheeks

they hold on to everything they held dear

them

and falling to us

we call it snow

and at our delight

their journey

is made complete

and their eyes

can close in peace

 

Just Bring My Anna Back

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You were riveted in delicious greed

to see her pale green eyes look your way

but quaking when another caught her sight

I was shorter, fatter

and much less attractive

but we fought the same fight

so she floated past you

and took my hand

our veins overdosed on the same light

anger overtook feeble continuity

and shattered your glass

while the other gents, at your immaturity, gave a hearty laugh

eight months later, I gave my heart

she gave her hand

and into the unknown we ran

but you never gave up

never gave up the taste

and someone else’s love you decided to chase

one night

dreams full of doubt

the flame went out

she did nothing to you

and is nothing for you

but your courage is weak

and intelligence you lack

snow on the tracks

and blood on the path

just please bring

my Anna back

 

Panic Above The Rushing Waters

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There’s a cold chill in the air

and not a voice in the streets

beside me, the pillows on the floor

and tears in the sheets

I don’t know what I did

or what I said

that made you cry like this

and so the troubles bled

from a wounded soul

and the hole, I couldn’t close

Choking on something brooding

dangerously close to suicidal woes

I remember you clutching my face

in a panic at the theater

you were always leaving and coming from this place

why couldn’t I see her?

Between panic and rage

you cried enough for ten lives

and barely twenty

it was like someone your age

but for reasons unspecified

you had chosen to no longer live

and with the river rushing below

you chose instead to die

 

I Tried Making A Sandcastle In The Winter

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Tonight

the snow is falling down

each flake, different from the rest

each flake is a peace offering from heaven

its very best

The white dust

tops the road

like icing on a cake

and with a cool kiss

it freezes windows, rivers, and lakes

The trees accept it all

with greedy, outstretched arms

they steal it out the air

a little like Marcus Peters

coming out of nowhere

and the ground is grateful

the grasses bless the stars

they hate to be buried for too long

Never mind bury

that word gets me teary

thinking about my newlywed, Evie

It’s been four years

since she was given angel wings

but it still hurts

it still makes me sing out

in church, at the grocery store, and in the shower

why she had to leave me

in the morning hour

so suddenly, in the blink of an eye

without a glimpse to say goodbye

She saw the child

and the car, going a hundred a mile

and without hesitance

saving him

was her mind and actions president

The child, thrown onto the sidewalk

nothing more than a bruise

but for Evie

her bloody lips became my muse

choking with catatonic lungs

gripping my wrists with pale hands

and then departing to forefather’s lands

Every winter since, I think of her

she left in conditions like this

every winter, I think of her

and have no one to share it with

Your Corpse Bleeds The Whispers Of The Dark

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The light flees

in the presence of the night

Shadows long, and winds light

with the whispers of the dark

In the midst of trees

do corpses bleed

winds heavy with gifts of gore

and whispers of the dark

The land runs a ruby red

and the few, beating souls dread

the messenger who speaks

in whispers of the dark

Clouds take eerie shapes

and harlequins lie in wait

to hunt, to feed the messenger

of the whispers in the dark

A torrential downpour

does the cascade of blood roar

as the white light is pillaged

in the whispers of the dark

And all around

there is no sound

but the whispers in the dark

 

Hideous Hallucinations Of A Daytime Nightmare, Part Two

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Just like I promised last night!

 

The sound above my head

brings dread

Suspicion of condemnation

to perdition

Louder as it draws near

sending the people into fear

Cannot be contained

Raw power untamed

Darkness broken by the light

This is The Bloody Night

The child born on the sixth

the first and last of every witch

The stakes are high

and will never dry

Let the flesh burn

and let out heads turn

To the sky

where we him go by

He sees our pyre

and our hearts he will admire

Even offer ourselves

and in his dragon we will dwell

 

 

 

Hideous Hallucinations From A Daytime Nightmare, Part One

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Gather in a circle

See your reflection in the blade

Take  sip of the purple

drink, then feel yourself blade

Each voice an octave higher

Hands, reach for matches

Setting the crying voices on fire

The first of many batches

Singing brings power

In crows, in ravens

They fly high at the darkest hour

Their undying words engraven

Ground painted in fetal blood

A sacrifice to the holy one

See the pale corpses thud

His work cannot undone

He departs in a wheel

He sets out for the eye

On this night we purge the evil

As the sun draws nigh

 

 

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