1,000

severing ties
after years spent roaming gardens, galleries, dive bars and billards halls,
a thousand cigarettes and secrets spilled in alleyways between us,
telling me exactly how much the world owes you,
recounting everything you’ve done to deserve what you have,
confessing your darkest sins,
proclaiming your innocence,
raving about your talents, hopes, dreams – disappointments.
I was your shoulder,
your brother, your blackhole.
You were my Brutus.
This isn’t the first time and it wouldn’t have been the last,
This isn’t the first time and what a drain to have to put your pieces back together again,
This isn’t the first time, but the difference is,
I’m wrapped in soul-encompassing love now,
so for all I care, you and the rest of your world can go straight to hell.

Before/After

Flesh
red hot to the touch

eyes, lips, fingertips consuming every square inch of new territory

fears ringing through bone

swimming in stomach acid

wildest fantasies realized

convinced “the right thing” doesn’t exist

convinced it’s all ever just been bullshit

wrapped in plastic with a bow on it

evolved

progressed

soul freed

now what?

Full Circle

lights

this is your story

love

no matter how hard you tried

couldn’t get enough

all wrapped up in

pain/pity

plated in glory

a crash, a bang

how IT all began

and nearly ended

spinning

glass flying through the air

out onto road

now you’re here

alive

all wrapped up in

love

Butterfly Garden

beside the ocean tucked away

a quiet, lonesome, blooming place

life and death wrapped up together

blossoms, one in all forever

Réveil

Feet on the ground now so I don’t miss a step (except for when I’m falling all over my lover).

Practicing patience, keeping the inner-self still.

Present passing by, future slowly more clear. A rush and a push, we’ve come all the way here.

Take a second, take a minute, enjoy and u n w i n d.

Valparaiso


For you,
I’d learn to write love songs in Spanish,
Sonnets in Italian,
Haikus in Portugese.

The kindest disposition,
Warm hands, tender lips.

For you,
I write love notes in the morning,
Dance all evening,
And sing until my voice has gone.

The night is young, this moment’s fleeting,
We roam the city while its sleeping.

For you,
I’ll brave the cold, the rain,
Climb cliffs to sit hand in hand,
Hearts open, love flowing.

(Dés)accord

All I can write are love songs,

Nothing’s perfect, things still feel worthless some moments, but I’m writing love songs,

Money down the drain and bills remain, yet does it matter if we’re kissing in the spring?

I hate it, but you fill my head with rhyming melodies,

Even when I’m annoyed, or feeling blue,

An embrace and I’m swimming in metaphors and major keys –

So I take a half an hour alone to stew, ’til I’m enraptured once again by you.