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.

Kepler


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.