Friday, February 28, 2014

Darker Days

In Justice

Whatever happened to
innocent until proven guilty?
I may be dark but I'm not dangerous
I may be a man,
but that doesn't make me a rapist.
If I smile at her
and tell she's pretty
that's a compliment, not harassment.
I'm not monster just cause I'm quiet,
just cause I'm considerate
doesn't make me a menace.
Who knew, 
shit could get so skewed,
perspectives could come so unglued
people see demons around every corner.
I've got news for you,
I'm no angel, but I'm human too,
I'd still go out of my way to help you
if you needed a Samaritan
even as hateful as you are,
and if I could give you one gift,
I'd give you the ability 
to see the monster in the mirror,
let me say it clearer,
this isn't a rumor, Miss Monger,
the monsters are people like you.


I'm tired of being bright,
it's so hard to be a star,
when you can barely see my dying light
by the time I hit your narrow-sighted eyes
I may be gone,
I'll be gone. 

I'm so sick of shining,
sick of hoping, holding my head high,
I'm tired of trying to keep
this piece of shit planet alive.

Are you ready for my supernova?
When you burn in my fire
the universe won't weep
it won't even know we're gone.

Are you ready for my collapse,
It's not just you, I'm taking it all with me,
I'm gonna be a black hole,
I'm gonna be a force 
maybe the destruction of the universe.
I'm gonna be a black hole
The gravity you can't deny.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Make Me

Don't just make me your poet,
I don't want to settle 
for being something as mediocre
as a writer of couplets
even if they're iambic. 
Make my poem
a part of your poetry,
so thoroughly entwined 
in your experience of the poetic
that I am Pablo Neruda
when you read of love,
I am John Donne
when you read of angels, 
I am Shakespeare
when you read his immortal verse.

Don't just make me your heart,
make me romance,
the rose on your pillow,
the taste of a Malbec 
and its color staining your lips.
Make me your dances,
every partner a partner at a masquerade
wearing the illusion of my face.
Make me the percussion you move to,
the melody you sing
and when I am part of everything,
every verse of every poem,
every Valentine's, every wine,
and every single song,

you'll have made me yours.

Friday, February 14, 2014

A White Valentine

The world is ready
for her Valentine tonight.
She's chosen to go with purity,
the little white dress
instead of the black.
But not for a second
should we forget this snowy wrap
is just a facet of her beauty.
Magma still runs hot in her veins,
tectonic plates shift beneath the surface
she still fosters life 
and cradles us in her arms
from the beginning to the end.
No matter how her cloth
brings to mind the image of a bride
A dress is still just something worn,
adornment for the woman within.
She is still Goddess of the Earth,
naked under the twirling hem
as she dances with the sun and moon
across the starry sky.
She is still
thousands upon thousands
of first kisses, first loves, 
broken hearts, decades of marriage,
still the first love, her first time, the first night.
She is mother and lover, daughter,
wife and the lonely romantic,
still waiting for her knight.
The world has pulled a sparkling shawl of snow
over her shoulders,
dressed to the nine's in white
she is ready for tonight.

Friday, February 7, 2014

The Knowings I've Known

I wish I still knew 
all the knowings I've known.

Today I know new knowings,
knowings I never knew I did not know.
Spectacular knowings. Boring knowings.
Emotional knowings. Factual knowings.
I wonder if today would have been different
if I knew those knowings yesterday.
Yet while I love knowing all these new knowings,
all this new knowing is still incomplete.
There are so many unknown 
knowings to know,
so many knowings that I've never known, 
and one set of knowings I know that have gone.

It saddens me.

You see, there are so many knowings
I know I know, that I know I knew,
knowings only an eidetic mind could still know.
So, while I'm happy to know 
all that I know
I wish I still knew 
all the knowings I've known.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Feng Shui of Bachelorhood

According to my mother, women judge the depth of a man’s readiness for a relationship on the arrangement of his furniture. (And other things, of course.) The specifics of her belief have always been conveyed to me regarding the placement of my bed. She feels that a bed placed in a corner suggests to a woman that he’s not ready for an equal partnership. In such a situation, one partner always has to get in first/last. On the other hand, she is of the opinion that if the aforementioned bed is placed in the center of the wall with access on both sides, it suggests the man is ready to actually share that bed with someone. In her world, women pay attention to this kind of thing. Since she’s a woman and apparently pays attention to bed placement, I assume there must be other women who share this perspective.
She probably has a point. I have a friend in his early twenties who is an amazing cook with a rather Spartan apartment. While hanging out with him and eating over a time or two, he has one extremely noticeable piece of furniture lacking. He doesn’t have a kitchen table of any kind. Honestly, he doesn’t really have room for one, but even one he could put away in a closet when it wasn’t needed would, in my opinion, be a good idea. It seems to me that in a decent search to end his bachelorhood, this is something a woman might notice.
When I describe him as an amazing cook, I honestly think his cooking good enough to woo any decent woman with. He’s a bigger guy and a computer programmer, but reasonably active, and his gourmet is so good that he could probably land a drop dead gorgeous girl, just with the food. He has other merits as well, but I can’t emphasize enough the quality of his meals.
I find myself wondering, however, if that noticeable lack of a dining table wouldn’t hamper his cause were he actually trying to woo a woman worthy of him. (Drop dead gorgeous or otherwise, I realize looks aren't everything). Not because a woman worthy of him wouldn’t overlook something “small” like that, but due to the impression he might be giving off. Arguably a man who doesn't even own a kitchen table could be perceived as not quite ready for the rigors of sharing adult life with a partner. This is assuming my mom’s idea of the feng shui of bachelorhood is accurate.
Thanks to my education in English Literature and rhetoric, I pay a lot of attention to what small things like clothing, furniture, et cetera say about people, so this all may just be the result of me being hyper-observant.
So, I’m curious. Ladies, what do you think about the Feng Shui of Bachelorhood? Does the idea have merit, or is it ridiculous?

Tuesday, January 7, 2014


I always did enjoy derailing your thoughts,
spinning them round with words
til up was down and the stars
traded place with Earth
and galaxies idled by
as your mind wandered
lost on the wake of supernovas.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Chase the Storm

If I could take the rainbows
Shining in the lights upon the snow
I'd put them in a ring for you
I wouldn't hesitate
Why wait
I'm tired of being patient
Why wait?

While we're still young
While our hearts still beat fast
and our blood's still warm
Let's chase the storm
Let's chase the storm.

I want to love you
Like we're in one of those movies
Where it's raining lace
You're a magnet
For a thousand kisses
There's no reason why we should wait.

While we're still young
While our hearts still beat fast
and our blood's still warm
Let's chase the storm
Let's chase the storm.

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