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Saturday, October 27, 2012

child, take heed

i would like to dole advice
before a handful of soil
covers me whole
do not trust a man with wafer-thin lips
they are sealed forever
when you are offered everything
do not take it all
you must work for them
or you will end up with a handful
everything that crashes
does not always burn
do not trust a man who purses his lips
he is fighting off a rage
do not want for what
was never thine
when you have it, it will flee
before a tune is played out
i cannot teach you everything
life will be your shepherd
but i will be your lighthouse
guiding you home
fruit will be in bounty
i hope you elect
the very brightest
but moreover the strongest
love is a friend and fiend
make of it the best you may
lyrics and poetry will only take
you thus far
the rest of the way you must tread
and most of those days,
be wary

you must carry your cross
and keep faith when all about you
have lost theirs
there is a tree rooted
not far from here
that does not come undone
bury your treasures
beneath its glorious earth
it will defy the laws of
math, science and life

Friday, October 26, 2012

Musings from the October widow

the October widow bemoans
were you not told
why must you stand unarmed
is it me who does not understand you
or you who neglects to infer with me
i believe its all perception
but then again i believed karma too
i was told everything has a grey allotment
my morals are pristine white
my past is pseudo-black
and my thoughts alone
mapped in my brain
and i offer you now
a sliver
my eyes are a suspect brown forthwith
forgive me my mind lover
yesterday makes me question
today i wished for cows hide
but before i can grow it on
you chide
i see you now
toned and swelled
both your brains at once
and perhaps
its me
i prep you for the next
i see you off
while i cocoon on

post midnight

a faint memory patches through
post midnight
almost every second night

and the back of my neck
feels a raspy breath
filled with urgency

my fingers try to hold onto it
when i came to
i remind myself
there's nothing to hold onto

though the memory is faint
it exists
tearing down my imagination,
my wonder-filled tomorrow

should you listen
and follow through
you may get to hold onto more
than just a memory

but post midnight
your body is weak
your mind is weaker

i need to let the pain
change hands
if for a brief moment
say that rasp is mine
and your body is immersed
in a cold sweat

you look perplexed
somehow bored

and with everything in you
you understand

post midnight
every other night
i go back and forth
memory to