Tuesday, October 31, 2006

we are but whispered words

years
...of whispered desire
fell through... cracks
of creased and stained
........wood
laid with pencil sharpenings


......rough drafts
and rubber erasers
...softening past mistakes
from razor sharp points
....to faintly outlined
disguises and compromises

no touch
...no accidental caress
of rough and innocent...hands
....no lingering fingertips
no subtle grazes of collarbones
....or shoulder bones
or heart shaped bones
....set in stone
moving forward in slow motion
....mixing up time
yours and mine
...conflicting schedules
and no bus or train or plane
......or even membrane
that follows one path
....one predetermined street
no meet and greet between our feet
...only silent pauses
hanging onto thin
....sometimes suffocating
.........air

...........................imagination prevailed

....my thoughts
turn to you in moments of
.......weakness
surrender to your construction
...fill in the gaps
present and past blended
....melded and were welded
........together
you were farther from me
...yet we were closer
in mind
.....in need
in lust covered
.......conflict driven
...mind numbing
......heart thumping
...skin racing
.......hand shaking
.....need
both required and desired

your eyes
...blue and cloud free
met coffee stained waters
....from time to time
hesitant glances
.....modern age romances
connected through and by and for
....some mystery chain
wrapped up mostly in membranes
.....slowing time
easing newfound emotions
..dangerous territory
between you and....i
...unclaimed
and never fully gained
....but whispered
to dark corners
......and other bleeding hearts
hopeful
....hoping
..hope
there is a second chapter
....one more page to turn
one more dogeared note of a
.......single quote

spelling out what our silence
...tried to but choked
failed and has since fled
...leaving me half here
and half there with some faded
........perhaps jaded
memory of..............you

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

where to go from here

hold hands
held hands
placed one finger
traced one lie
still stood
stood still
in your outline
walked in your disguise
breathed in your
your
... smell
sampled your heart

caught
...you
catch
...you
catch
caught still
... stood
still
... verbalize
dramatize
... humanize
your eyes
... they stood
still
....stood
still
... your...
they stood
... they lied
they cried
... they tore
at my heart
... the strings
you mastered
... the smell
....of your disguise
your hidden outline
....your stolen moments
in time
i smell
....of your smell
of your disguise
your hidden outline
your timid hands
spider like fingers
and
and spider like caresses
and you
continue to
hold out
and put out
and take it all away
you continue
to dish out
...pain
feed off my membrane
and
consume my...
continue
...constantly
neverending
...always lingering
momentarily fading
you continue to be
my
...little
shriveled up
.............white
lie

Monday, October 16, 2006

mary bell


she
she ran
with scissors too big
for her small childlike hands
silver and broken
she ran
with scissors too big
for her small childlike hands

bruised bumped and broken
she
she ran
ran from the blue pills
and iron pills
and her mother's hand
ran from the lies
and the goodbyes
and drug induced highs
ran from the sympathies
and little white lies
that grew and fed
and soiled the place
she tried to rest her head
bruised bumped and broken

they called her a killer
a sinner
a media whore
a child gone wrong
and they wanted to even the score
they didn't care about her
missing childhood years
her bedtime fears
only her lack of tears
no remorse
they yelled
and wrote in bold print
a child
a killer
a sinner
a saint
a victim
a murderer
a confused abused child
or hunter of easy prey
which one
which one
which one they say
they called her a killer

free at 23 to live her own lie
she gave birth to a new side
a baby for two lives
taken away
a baby for a baby
drenched in media hate
a baby of a baby
of a baby called waste
now re-born
black and blue phoenix
rising up from
her man made ash
finally
free at 23 to live her own lie

look
look back
on 1968
look back
look
and
see
that

she
she ran
with scissors too big
for her small childlike hands
silver and broken
she ran
with scissors too big
for her small childlike hands

bruised, broken and diseased

you came from behind
the corner of my eye
and pushed up my fairy tale disguise
left bruised fingerprints
on my collarbone
and eased your way
down my backbone
it didn't feel like home
closed off mouths
shivers and shakes
ran hands under hot faucets
and didn't feel the pain
numbed every membrane
can't scrub off the sin
drained souls and bits
of my stained brain
left the bare minimum
ticking time bomb
enclosed in a glass case
tick tick tick
stop
you didn't hesitate

i'd like to strip the power
that runs through your veins
twist your insides out
and quell your hunger
for my pain

Sunday, October 15, 2006

think i must have wished on that same star
the one shining brightly with promise
and a whisper of a worded lie
that taunted and haunted me
to speak in rhyme and sell a piece
of my soul to gain it back
with a little bit more
think i must have wished on that same star
cause you're staring back at me with vacant eyes
hotel room goodbyes and hands that need
but don't succeed in holding
too personal you claim too intimate
too much too lose and not enough to gain
it's always the same
the bloody same
thing
simple
too easy
too personal
think i must have wished on that same star
cause there you are
1.5 million miles away from me
and it might as well be 3 feet
we both know you never check
the other side of the street

Friday, October 13, 2006

have i told you

thank you for the laughs shared in the crease of blue couch sleeps that left prints of our nap time delights on cheeks flushed from the rush outside and the second and third round of coffee grinds. we talked about people you pick out of the crowd those few among the sea of many that leave some blueprint or fingerprint sometimes even footprint on the path you choose to follow and you were one for me. still are.

remember meeting you as part of a two that finished thoughts and acted like there was more waiting to be discovered all on a synthesized stage that i found myself addicted to. i watched you. laughed at jokes that slide off your tongue curled up in the corner of your already grinning mouth and shared a laugh or two with you under artificial lights and breakfast served at noon. started to unravel the mysteries of your eyes as we moved from class to class taking turns and weaving new paths around buildings that loomed first but now hold memories in window panes and pencil stained brains.

listened to you sing for the first time in the room you shared with a view. never knew. learned more about you through your own songs that floated up above our heads and mingled with pieces of you displayed on walls in bright and bold colours and bob marley's head. your lyrics moved me to bed where we stayed for hours talking about cramps in toes mumbled mentions of ceiling fans and turkey gobble woes and life as it was as it is as it should could and would be. we'll see.

late night bubble tea chats with a view to save souls followed by chinese tea and egg rolls with horoscopes and chopsticks and shaky hands while he watches with a smile. that smile. laughing so hard our hands can't even smother the sound but we still try. new conversations and old revelations and funny looks and i know eyes and quiet smiles that slowly seep out from behind fortune cookie goodbyes.

first time cries in front of look away eyes and tissue soaked tears that hold out for fear of drowning. confessions and obsessions tossed out in round about ways while we take turns toying with games for a wannabe tiger named mac. god that cat. leaving holes in brown polka dot couches that soften under the continuation of one main conversation that started the day we met and unknowingly set out to become another footprint or handprint or blueprint on each others fine print.

road trips that lead to my home and your home our homes away from new homes. meeting parents and close friends and gathering pieces of past puzzles that haven't been fully completed just yet. new reasons for being and doing and thinking new reasons for your being and my being and new ties and new links and new ways of thinking about the other. still so much to discover and uncover.

christmas cards and tiny shards that scratch the surface of pale skin. faint impressions and deep depressions and signature looks and books filled with movie clip moments of a day in the life of you me us. laughs outside and inside out thoughts and car rides with musical soundtracks that play back and rewind the good times. sporadic pictures along the way of oh look and just hold and stay so i can take this to document for our sake. a keepsake or two or three or four as we take turns holding the door of my car and your car when we travel to deliver bubble tea straw flowers and love notes with shakespeare quotes.

night time acts that distract us from day time woes and worries of marks and grades and deadlines that show on faces stretched out and then squeezed into tiny balls to appease old balls. hip thrusts and strangers lips that wish to kiss when we're acting in plays that no one knows or comes to see except you and me and CC97 for life written across knuckles that soften in mittens and are warm enough on their own.

give and take away advice over pure white rice and chicken you tried but might now deny. thoughts on romance and dance moves under bedroom hooded eyes and a lack of supervision. permission to try permission to lie permission to help the other uncover where the truth lies and tell him you you miss him before the chance dies.

notes held up high in presentation mode and plans to overtake the world and throw down the show down and pop trunks for the left over lovers among us. value village compromises and surprises hidden under windshield eyes and weird vibes that spell out things we can't verbalize. dreams and screams tossed at the poor guy walking down the street and careful words and concerns voiced in tiptoeing tones and feet that meet on sidewalks and streets for three going on four years now.

where does the story end i don't know but let's go with the flow cause babies cry and my eyes are still dry so right now it's okay not to know. you've left an imprint on my blueprint and i just wanted you to know as we near the end of the beginning of this so-called university life that started with a hey and a hello.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

dialogue for two

man we've gone for a roller coaster ride
haven't we?
you and i
do you remember the beginning?
of course you do
me too
the beginning was much more clear cut
defined roles and parts
moved with ease
you
i
separate
fell into some muddied waters
you and i
little closer
but with the written buffer "and"
that stands for any number of things
but i don't have to tell you
you get that
i think you always did
even before you needed to
over stepped bounds
and created a new line
then stepped back
and turned our backs
on what was said
and who said what
and why
why
why
why does it matter
it mattered
says you
you too
that's true
i knew
i knew you knew
then why
because it's easier to lie
(silence)
you should have said...
why didn't you
(silence)
together
i wanted to

blue

you dangled a lovely string
and when you looked away
i pulled a little harder
you moved a little futher
i waited a little longer
for a little more bait
had to hesitate
had to wait
had to meditate
on what was going on
in between the actions
and subtractions of lies

you wrote some lovely things
and when you looked away
i read a little more carefully
you edited a little more cautiously
i loved a little more openly
despite the change of lines
had to hesitate
had to wait
had to meditate
since the timing was a little off
or so it seemed or was it deemed
by me once again

you left a lovely footprint
and when you looked away
i looked down a little longer
you pressed down a little harder
i became a little stronger
i had a piece of a piece of you
did i have to hesitate
did i have to wait
did i have to meditate
no
but i did
so now
this one's for you
and babe...
i wish you knew

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

september

felt your love in the septemeber rain
washing over me, washing over me
kissed your lips in dreams that drained
and opened eyes to february lies

made a bed with room for two
room for you, room for you
stayed fresh and clean, like a dream
you never called, it felt like fall

wished upon a midnight star
you couldn't see, you couldn't see
held my breath through it all
you never came, it drained my brain

wanted more than you fought for
fight for me, fight for me
wounded up bruised and betrayed
broken down, felt the ground
rock and sway

felt your love in the september rain
washing over me, washing over me

Thursday, October 05, 2006

she walked in
high heeled anger
cursed in prose
soiled your lips
with just one kiss
and it shows

she talks in
rhythmic dial tones
moves in martini shakes
and double takes
while you sit
and miss her
"tiptoes"
and the way her
"hair grows"

she only compromised
when she knew she'd win
only spoke when her voice
wasn't well enough to "sing"
refused to leave
when you needed to go
and only begged to stay
right before she'd run away

but you
you loved her anyway

loved her made up face
her concubine waist
her lacquered skin
and even her taste

loved her sunless stare
her worn out love affair
her rose coloured dreams
and everything in between

and i
i knew better
but loved you all the same



why
ask her
she knew
that's why she loved you too
 
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