Sway

Not too boring.
We run away.
Please come back.
Late one night
the crickets sang loudly.
I thought I heard a guitar.
He left in a hurry.
I said nothing.
That's not good enough.
Where do you stand?
I know who left the note on the door.
It was who said the halo was handed in the depths of loveless hell.
I studied my palm.
Gave notice to the flash on the side of my vision.
If you want to direct my path straight,
bring a blindfold.
I'd rather not open the book than to pull out a disposition
yet to be seen.
Those eyes said something different.
I read everything in a considered passage.
Sway me.
I never have time to go back and forth on this notion
but it takes up a lot of my life.

Fenced

Perimeter confines.
Where you wander is not by mere curiosity.
The deck is worn,
and the concrete is cracked.
What is left to borrow
cements seldom ends.
I don't have boundaries.
Houses radiate value.
The domain aches in saint features.
I yelled over the fence
and no one heard.

Expose My Flaws

You may say it's a flaw.
I say I remembered how to live.
Over the talks she said
she was cold and damp.
By October she couldn't tolerate this anymore.
That's a hardy repetition.

Meanwhile I had wallowed
never finding the flash of light...
Although it danced in shadows.
One day I saw illuminance in the mirror.
I was blinded.
Thank you for being you.

Ukelele

Relax on this strum.
A thought always tuned
on a small instrument.
Short songs worked on the same melody
over the free flowing.
Caring for the musical talents
that play the same object simple and plain
have caused side steps.
Turned corners.
Hiding in egos.
Take care in your enjoyment.
We prime the case with a dollar.
Cash fairly integrated notice and distraction.
Memories like these are worth a thousand words.

Tear Me Away

There's a reason...

my dress stays folded.
This pencil doesn't leave the paper.
No lines and loose
without binding.
That's just so you can't tear me away.
I was afraid it might all fall apart.
Helplessly bound.
There's going to be trouble.

When you tear me away
I'm not creased or gently cut out.
I allowed you to rip me from reality.
Neatness is some courtesy
like offering a seat on a parkbench.
Catching scorn from a paper cut is more the style.
Feel that moment,
and hear a violent disconnect.
A stitching breaks free,
and hands loosen grip.
Cascade to the floor.
Look away.
You have a shred...
half if your lucky,
but you tore me away....
What have I done?
Folded and tucked somewhere
you carry an unraveling piece of me.
Tear me away:
I never want to face the truth today.
Tear me away:
Interwoven in layers of dolor,
and tailored to an unequivocal lure.

I've been staring down the palpability
which is the most polite thing left to do.
Tear me away:
I want the rude scholar
turning everything upsidedown.
Why should I care if the truth follows.
It's time to be that bold.
Tear me away:
Grab hold tightly.
It's too late.
Tear me to shreds.

Killing Time

Killing time..
If your mouth is the gun,
and I stand bewildered
at sanity.
I watched lips speak,
and sorrow fade.
Slay the regret.
Bury my guilt.
Put to rest the living dead.
It was an opportunity well spent even if I follow you to hell.
It was worth the sacrifice
to be serving a minute
as longed for in hours
during the weeks I have wasted
dreaming of a face.
The hour glass empties
and nothing is done.
But as you are with me
a moment can stand still,
and the rest can drift by slowly.
Let the seconds fortify everyday
that we remember
what it is like
to lose track of time.
To reach for a hand in slow motion
and to rewind the favorite parts
during my dull days where
I just kill time
until my lips meet your's again.

Accidental Thoughts

Accidently on purpose
of what shouldn't be....
I woke up in a panic to write
as I tossed my head back
in violent denial.
We can't persieve any daydream
law bound defiance
or love song
hovering in ideology.
Silence it's name.
Close your eyes.
This is what keeps poets awake at night.