I Pity the Preacher

You think you understand this verse.
You think you know your way around
the blade.
But you don't. And let me tell you why.

I've visited the place where thoughts begin.
The light narrows behind the mathematical angles, and time captures itself for a moment. Of course, I give it control. I have no choice.
So time wraps itself around me, and I let it.
I found out a long time ago not to run. When you race against your own mind, you never cross the finish line.
The finish line...
this is the end. If you go too slow your body will surely decay slow, and your spirit will writhe with ignorance, and never find its own... conclusion.
If you go to fast your body will rot too quick, and you will lose the spirit you were chasing after for so long.

I watch you compare yourself to a gallon of stout. Legs crossed and red imprints on your skin from the pressure of your elbows on your knees. You move your hands too fast up that container. You pour your cup too slow. You take your taste too quick.
I watch you try it many different ways. Maybe mixing up the order will change the outcome.
But no, you find it's still the same. And you hate it. You hunt it.

You think you understand this word. This blood. But you don't.
You lay your sleeping head, human on my faithless arm.
The cycles of colours run through my eyes.
As my own mind suffers to keep a steady pace. The right tick.
I can't, I can't... but I try to tell you why.

You don't visit the family I do. Sparkling, sharp point. Wooden handle embraced.
Maybe I can cut out my own reality. Make my own mathematical horizons.
In my explanation I am already lost...

And this is why, you think you know your way around the blade, but you don't.

I am a Master of the Pen

Though my current situation doesn't give me much time for anything anymore, here are two poems I recently wrote...



-It Will Happen When it Should-

She can feel the energy rush through her veins.
A cycle of occurrences that keep her wanting more.
Energies collide and sing to her a song,
one that's only been dreamt of; she always thought it was wrong.
But now; now, she can hear the lyrics. She can sing along.
She now loves the song. In her span of sorrow, space has given her time.
Time to understand more, time to rewind, unwind, pass time.
Her encouragements have flourished, she now sees the window.
The one that angels look through, the one that others break.
The one her cat will lay in, a perfect/ imperfect escape.
When she walks away, and turns her head around; all she sees are dreams,
melting into walls.
Dissecting her own insides, cleaning up the blood,
she wonders what she's missing, what has come undone.
Quickly time has sued her, and she must make a choice...
but randomly she swallows, someone else's voice.
She wants her dignity; doesn't know where it went, doesn't want to forget.
She wants honesty; gives it all the time, reactions differentiate.
She wants truth, light and immortality...sing to me.
The window pane is chipped, the singing silences.
Reality brushes her hair, slips on a dress, and speaks monotone.
She looks down in alarm, and walks the other way.
Tears stream down her heart, and no one sees her shame.
Love has been cut down, cutting all around...
and she screams; screams, "I love you" in her dreams.
She's taken a step back... so she thinks.





-One Night-

Love, dances on the rooftop
glitters in the sun.
I want some.
Sand between our toes, a mountains chilling cold,
let me inhale the world...
with you.
Something I once feared, came to me right here,
it bounced back and forth between our hearts.
And it is pure, the taste is sweet, it is illuminating.
Your fingertips make a path down my arm and trace my collarbone.
I can feel your energy. It's real. We are real. Empowering.
Together we did lie, in a vast grey sky, and I could...
see.
Love, take us to the oceans, to rivers made divine.
Forests of depth, caves of escape...
we were made,
for each other.
Love, keep showing us the way,
lighten every pain,
bring us to the same place.
At the same time.
Inside. Meet me inside.
We will meet... inside.
I love you.