Tuesday, March 24, 2015

(XXIV) Observe

Observing a lady
And her mother
The fourth daughter
And their sinister sister.

Do they know each other?

Legs parallel and crossed
24 stops

Frail limbs and coherent hips
Every tunnel the same width

Hidden ribs adjacent and stiff
Silent on the edge of the same cliff

Metal jaws  
Rambunctiously chomp
On stories of elasticity
Rubber on wheels
Once used
To carry us silently
Between stops

I quietly watch
4 metals jaws
Rusting
Like the screaming wheels
Beneath this train car

Such screeching doesn't get us far.
A violent halt
25 stops.

And I wonder if they know each other?

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Friday, March 20, 2015

(XXII) My Sky, Your Sky

Your sky, my sky
His hand in yours in mine
Connective tissues
Infinitely unified

Round in circles
Too many times
Humans go blind

Disenthralled hands
The way circles bend
Into lines 
Back and forth we pace
A million times

This is what happens
When clouds collide;
Hidden and
Fragmented skies

Yours seperate from mine

Imprisoned and blind
All seems to be
An illusion if the mind

Still under
The same sky
Yours and mine


Thursday, March 19, 2015

(XXI) Paralyzed

I cringe at the sound
Of my vertebrates
Forcefully zipping
Up my spine
Day by day gradually
Such tension
As loud as the
Incessant hammering
Of multitudinous
Metal nails
Through frail
Rattling bones 

Yet still
I cringe at bundles of tension
Within this silence
As heavy as metal nails
As loud as the sound
Of metal on rails
Beneath the schreeching
Wheels of this train car

Stuck in this tunnel
Isolated in the dark

Paralyzed



By
Silence

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

(XX) We Feel Infinite

What better fortune and infinitude?
Than these breath taking views
Endless miles o'er
Multitudinous mountains of
Momentous smiles

What better sail?
Than the thrust of our wings
Boundlessly propelled by the winds
Vehemently soaring
While at each summet
Questioning our fate

What better landscape?
Than the clouds luminous sun rays
Spray painted within
This empty frame
Full of space

We feel infinite

Monday, March 16, 2015

(XIX) Courage

No voice can breathe
The tender emnity
Of colliding words
Hidden beneath
Fighting to speak
Scarred thoughts cut deep
Through the human necks
Tenuous sheath

A violent heart
Will never beat
Within a body
Labeled this weak

The blade of your heart
Is but an illusion of the mind
No baby is born
With a heart as a knife

Assurance is key.

The heart needs a beat
To find the courage to breathe

A voice doesn't speak
While weaving its sheath

The courage to speak.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

(XVII) Craters Of The Moon

The craters of the moon—
Through my eyes 
Magnified—
Like the pores in my skin

Such a hollow simile
Eliminating wastes
As empty as the vastness
Between each rib
Within living corpses

A simile
As vacant as the distance
From space to reality

Living and immortality

Each crater of the moon
Holds on tightly
To their own truths

From a distance
An immeasurable silence

Listening has forgotten
Thus its breathing
One cannot fathom into
Constellations

Saturday, March 7, 2015

(XVI) I Have Yet To See

I hear distinctly
The solubility of my feet
Catching up to me

Like faint whispers of
Threaded thoughts
Sealed within the
Transparency of
Shattered jars 

Little things remind me

Of who I am to be;
Of the solubilty of my feet
I have yet to see
In front of me
Turn concrete

Like

Roots of the
Giving Tree
Implanted to the road
Less traveled

Thursday, March 5, 2015

(XV) Sun

Infinite illuminations
Eminate solar radiation

Such luminous rays
I've yet to fathom

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

(XIV) Barren

Strip the finite armor off the victim
A barren field he will become.
Putrefied shreds of flesh
Not nearly as infinitesimal
As you
And the thousand other
Malignant men.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

(XIII) Your Lines Keep Me Up All Night

You can tell a lot about a person
Within the lines they try to hide
Beneath their eyes
And on their thighs.
And the funny thing is
There's no telling why
One decides to hide
Such apparent lines
Deeply coherent to their lives
And I find it kind of funny
How subconsciously
I've began to try to define
Your lines
But If I told you
You'd surely respond with,
"That's not right!"
But
Would it frighten you
Less at night
And perhaps seem a bit divine
If I told you
I'm just
Trying to figure out how
Yours
Connect with
Mine
?

Monday, March 2, 2015

(XII) Lines

Certain lines 
Lay side by side
Coherent to our lives

Such as the
Subsequent accumulation 
Of made up lines;
A bundle 
Of barbaric wires
Intertwined
Hidden blindly in coat pockets
Locked in rib cages

Such as the wrinkles
In my grandmothers face
Collecting bright stardust 
Throughout her age

Such as certain slants of light—
Infinite rays of sunshine
Placed in our pockets
Locked in our rib cages
Such as the cracks 
Between the tiles
Of our mosaics

Certain lines 
Lay side by side
Coherent to our lives
But we don't know why

Such as the line I drew 
Last night
Between your ordinary 
And mine
Laying silently 
Between us

Undefined

Sunday, March 1, 2015

(XI) Brightest Dear Friend

Brightest dear friend,

I don't think it's safe
To drift amiss shooting stars
Aiming at your silicone heart

Like meteoroids
Timelessly thrown
Crushing every bone
As all your words
I hear begin to foam

I don't think it's safe
To live your life
At the center of any halo