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9-28-11 [edited on 10-1-11]
everyone had seen it, you know.
they all saw how i was suffering
under your barrage of thumbs.
no, i will not pity you, so just
don't make it seem like i'm at fault.
you pushed yourself into exile.
you see, i do miss you dearly,
Red Bird with so many red flags,
but your angst phases me not.
i refuse to believe that i failed!
i did not do one fucking thing
that was worth losing us over.
and now i am gazed upon
by eyes that are quick to adore.
he offers, and i stand in limbo.
the way your hand fits like it does
and how routine had etched itself
holds me here in this no-man's-land.
but even he, the patient Shadow,
had seen how i'd hung my head
low at your side every. single. day.
come grovel at my feet if you can.
banish your pride for our sake!
oh, how i wish you would soften.
frustration remains like a disease.
i am an hourglass; i am overturned.
my direction is forever shifting.
Gift HorsesGift Horses
knees beaten to the floor
i called out in desperation
"i can't do this on my own"
and so i was sent a savior
i am burdened by a privilege
and i wonder if i should run
while this alien hand clasps
my unsure, trembling conscience
deep behind my withheld truths
my dependence rests with the other:
the red bird: the Cardinal King
one i'd also took for granted
kindness beckons from new skies
but i'm a billion miles from there
floating in space, i'm screaming
caught between two planets
possibility of retry damns me
sets my temples aflame now
as my obsessive head machine
picks at the details of my suffering
i am handed gift-wrapped solace
time and time and Time again
i regress and wish for familiar
now that i'm freed of my chains
i had complained to the world
said i'd been burned by misery
told everyone how i wanted to flee
and now i beg for a hero's welcome?
unappreciative, i sob inside this sorrow
knowing how i can't be satisfied
the hole in my
he'll have to love my poetry
and read it like i love to write it
his eyes aglow with determination
and brain's wires sparking miracles
he'll have to own those eyes
that dip into a universe of intelligence
and dreams and insight and wisdom
eyes that could captivate me forever
he'll have to bear a touch so fiery
that its intimidation will excite my soul
with solace to sedate my warring thoughts
and force that will awaken my secret demons
he'll have to understand my bouts
of awakened memory as i tell him all
about how it used to be and how it's changed
and of the many characters i met on my journeys
he'll have to watch as i wield mice
with wire tails to make my masterpieces
and he'll be baffled by the love i willingly inject
deep into pixels that illustrate my entire young life
he'll have to safely coax down my walls
so we could intertwine without any regrets
and so we could effortlessly bare with open hearts
the dark and hidden corners of our
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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