forgotten freedom

ghosts living....withering, they stole vital pieces of us,
pieces of our hearts that make love feel like freedom.
rather now, we are caged with bars of poisonous memories
that elicit negative feelings and wrongful assumptions.
the difference here, Uncle Sam is not everywhere.
He is simply a concept, a conjured person..not real.
Miss Liberty stands strong with her red flame of glory.
a statue unchanging, always there, a symbol of forgotten freedom.
she'll be closing soon for repairs and Uncle Sam's war ended,
but they will be here forever.

~ Saturday, December 4, 2010

too many words

shut up
hold on
a tap on the leg to denote 'hush!'
tired of being turned off
tired of being ignored
i want to share what is going on inside me
i need to let it out
constantly being forced to put it back in
what i have to say gets tuned out
like the boy who cried wolf
no one wants to hear it anymore
i should just shut up
i sometimes wish i would just lose my voice forever

~ Wednesday, January 9, 2013

cannibal

eyelids burn, rubbed raw
salt stings and soothes
endless rivers confuse me
cognition perplexing
pull me out of my mind
before i eat myself alive

~ Tuesday, March 5, 2013

space

in your bed i wore only humid summer air.
burning hot potato tossed on august's floor,
now broken skin exposed, heat evaporates.
cool, the incoming autumn - your feelings.
days of lust, our naked bodies dripping wet
live in my heart's wasteland with the others
who never gave their heart, but took my skin.
ravished me until breath chanted their name,
only to revoke my lungs and stop my heart.

~Thursday, September 5, 2013

boomerang

words fell from my lips
carefully thought out

boomerang like razor blades

leaving a bloody mess
no feelings to express

situation common
well worn path
...a merry-go-round

legs weary
tears dry
no more excuses
just tell me, why?

~ Thursday, January 23, 2014

on the wagon

like the breath of hungry humans
the putrid stench of love's memory
overpowers the senses, disengages
my heart rots upon an empty shelf
waiting for nothing, i've lost interest
now dating the silence of my desire

~Friday, June 27, 2014

jazz church

my loneliness recedes with every beat of the kick drum.
sad thoughts are lifted with every pluck of your strings.
every hammer of the key releases another pent up emotion.
porte rouge sunday jazz - church sermons
your lost love evaporates a drop more with every snare beat
i close my eyes, let the music travel from my toes to my brain
igniting an insatiable fire along its journey.
one which extinguishes negativity and loneliness -
feelings that are the broken record of my heart
your rhythm is so intense it rattles my bones.
i can't help but smile when i am here.
even while writing sadness in my journal.
even being without you, here i don't care.

~Friday, June 27, 2014