It’s enough to kill a man, unrequited love.
It’s enough to keep his Winters frigid
and his Summers smoldering.
He’ll rarely feel comfort anymore.
At times a glimmer crosses his eye
and normality kisses his forehead,
then skitters off down the lane,
laughing as the man’s futile stride
stumbles over a storm drain
Collapsing to his knees,
cursing what’s left
Of his mediocre life.
He sometimes finds it unbearable to rise from slumber
Knowing well the thoughts concealed at night
Wipe the sandman from their eyes to cumber
A man who asks if love for him will ever reignite
Waiting for the answer the man crawls out of bed
Succumbs as the bombardment of her memory
Ricochets relentlessly around his drooping head.
And the man waits, only to hear a Songbird’s melody.
Every part of your body resembles something of the Shoreline Sunrise; your hair is the soft white sand gleaming in the rays of the newly awoken sun. Your eyes are the warm solar radiance as it rises above the frigid air of night. Your skin, as gentile as the soft blue sky that awaits. Your lips, curl like the waves setting on the ocean shore. And the glorious sound of waves colliding brings me back to the day we first kissed in such a heavenly setting. And as our waves collide, they create a mist where the sun reflects its majesty in a rainbow nearly as beautiful as the woman who stands before me.
Eventually, everything settles as the sun sets behind a purple horizon. The sand turns dull once more, the sky turns black, your eyes will close, but you are still in my arms, your breast rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the tide. That is how I know the sun will rise again in our paradise. It is how I know the sand will be warm and soft once more, and the waves will awaken as you rise from your slumber and we embrace as lovers do.
Though, this will have to wait, for now I am awed at your beauty in your subtle slumber. Goodnight my love, goodnight, for soon our lips will reunite. We will awaken the sun and release its ethereal starlight.
I need not know what you want
I care not what you need
I need not fear what it is you desire
This dark passenger rages a dark fire
Once upon a time you controlled my soul
Tempting me into a never ending hole
Foolishly I followed your ways
But no longer will you haunt my days
This dark passenger controls me no more
Its time for me to lock the fucking door
You declare *love with an asterisk,
to endorse The fine print:
All parties present, sanity at risk.
Memories shown dark
Pushed into the depths
Of my subconscious
Waiting to flood my dreams
To torture a ragged mind
There is no resisting
Even in the writing
Portraying her terribly
Sullying my image
Of her past presence.
Still a peaceful sleep
Evades me, with constant
Threats to unravel my progress
The glue has no time to set
As Autumn’s dawn hastens west
My attempts range wide
Twisted and relentless
Still the dreams, they
Never go away
How can I make them
See things my way?
What is the point of breathing in,
when a mournful sigh is all that follows,
Tumblers of sparkling gin, a dopamine binge
simply numbs a heart so hollow…
devour the flower until eyelids cower
toward the hours of unconscious slumber
For reveries ne’er dwell in a haze
Induced by malevolent power
There’s a place in my head and it dreads to be fed, lies.
It’s void of compassion, hatrid, disgust; simply a void.
Where thought cannot exist
without a will to think for one’s self.
There is a place in my head,
and I’d be better off dead,
than with it’s interminable tread
Grinding around my homestead.
She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.
can’t we be friends, my darling?
What we have, it’s too good to
Ruin with
Overzealous fawning”
That’s right, so
kick up a frown
’cause she aint lettin’ you down,
easy.
I can’t understand why
I keep chasin’ your tail
but if I keep running
will I catch up soon?
if I say that it’s “love”
will it heal the wound?
I don’t know why
you need a friend,
In me.
When you just pick me up like a pen,
With intent to make amends…
…Though, It’s all for naught
you just call upon me when you’re
back in town, back
when its my time to come off the rack.
‘Cause when you’re gone
my dreams leave with you.
just blank nights waking up without you.
you say you wish more were like me.
Yet you look in every direction but mine
I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow
just say the word then say no more
because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.
The Way it Goes 