Monday, February 22, 2010

Body Body

Rough, rough

On the floor I want it rough

Push me down. Pull me up

Scrape my knees and spill some blood

Rake me ‘round the floor and bite my every limb

I got a soft spot for you. And everywhere else it’s gunna be tough

Carpet burn and ashes flying. The walls go thump and they think that we’re dieing

Laugh and moan our hearts rise high

My tongue with yours. Your heart with mine

Body, body, bones are crashing

Sweat and dirt are my new cologne

When you’re around and no one’s home

Push My Heart

Push my heart,

to distances it has never been

Rip it out and squeeze it as it pulls itself in

Let it expand as it pumps itself full again with the fire I’ve given it through the years

Does it burn your hands?

Does it make you feel alive?

This time I have given it to you

This time all I want is the same in return

You have pulled out my heart

And you push it back in

I smile because you are the reason my heart beats

I’ll wait again until we rip each other’s hearts out once more

It is then I see it beat in front of my eyes

And when it finally breathes

My heart was not meant to be kept inside

The flames are too powerful for this one man to hide

Push. Push my heart to distances it has never been.

... And let me pull my heart back in

I’ll keep it there for you

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sun On Water

Looking through the shimmering layer of the silky water's surface.

Rolling helplessly with the forces that brush up against its permeable body.

Just as I look out, the swaying pendulum of my thoughts rolls in and out of focus, and I cannot catch the floating winds that move me.

Passing by are the simple beauties caught in glimpses which shook me avant guard and set me gracefully into borrowed serenity.

Sifting into sunlight’s delightful bearance of surrounding warmth, pressing against my naked body. I stand motionless and admire this casting gaze in full open air.

This warmth I search for gallantly brushes against to my heart, to my soul, to my absorbing skin catching this comfort as I bring my body into full contact onto this baking poolside deck.

Calling for sounds of familiar melodies I heard not yesterday, but long ago past. When the flowers first basked in the summer afternoon days. When laughter was a four letter word that dropped out of the skies like spring showers. And footprints of wet feet unveiled trails of mysterious echoes from playing.

Will you be as easy to find as my summertime fantasies as a child? Or will your waters call for me to see through your choppy flirtations which shake my visions of your true depths and entice me to lower myself slowly into your world of disillusionment?

Will you be as fleeting?.. Or will you stay like the sun on the water that never lets go?

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Hunt

You’re so hard to find, but I got you on my radar
Like watching ships go by, I just can’t get a hold of you
Got my ignition turned on, and I’m set in overdrive
Got my heart on fire I’m gunna melt you from a thousand miles

I’m sniffin the tracks, this bloodhounds got a nack for love
If finding trouble was a game, my trophies would reach to the skies
But trouble’s in the past. And baby I can still get rough

Center stage the spotlight’s on
Shine your bright gaze on me
Nothing’s going to blind me now

Hope you can run, cuz after all this chasing
You know it’s got me all worked up

About Woe

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.