Posts tagged poetry

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.
"Wild Geese," Mary Oliver (via commovente)
Let me see your light, we won’t drown any longer. Don’t worry lover, the sound is dimming… our hearts brimming with excitement mixed with a kind of pregret. Previous regrets that begets our whimsical wishes for romance. 

Let me see your light, we won’t drown any longer. Don’t worry lover, the sound is dimming… our hearts brimming with excitement mixed with a kind of pregret. Previous regrets that begets our whimsical wishes for romance. 

love is…

love is…

I think I just fell in love with this guy, along with like 10,000 other people. “Hashtag America” by Alex Sparks. 

"We hate our government but love our country so we burn our flag to hide our bibles in it’s smoke rings. And we’ve been blowing halos of discontent down route 66, and badmouthing every town we rub our lips against. […] We have fallen in love with an era we were not born to. So we photoshop our photos to look older to look vintage, weathered and worn from years in make believe shoe boxes. […] We are nothing but fake patriots and hippies without Hendrix who like the good old days and Levis Denim, old vinyl, and Bob Dylan, or makin’ villains out of growing up. And throwing up peace signs, smoking peace pipes like the Native Americans (for some stupid reason). […] A cold shower has a way of reminding you of who you have been, and of the bodies you’ve made caskets out of. I can no longer lie in your bed without checking for a pulse. […] We have forgotten how to live without pictures to prove it, life only happens when it gets tweeted. People are dying 140 characters at a time and we filter everything like it’s 1975. "

Self Begotten

Quiet flutterance
Voices utterance

Between our presence
By happenstance, my mind

Palpitations cadence
Pulsations consilience

Beyond your grasp
By blast, my energy

Chaos begets time.

(July 12, 2010)

Slick Waves

I love the taste of your lips
To feel them pressed against mine
Your heat beneath my hands
Sweat slick, riding the waves
I love the feel of your pulse
I feel safe in your arms
And can take control of the world

(July 21st, 2009)

Ephysian Providence

Twisting hips
Divine retribution on your lips

Protrusion, imminence
Your chest heated and tense
Consume a breath, so immense

Writhing flesh, we collect what’s left

An accord of resistance
Through your cold fingertips
In tiny sips, your teeth pinch

Eyelids flutter, muscles contract
Escapism in it’s final act

(Oct 8, 2010)

romance

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

Oh the ways in the world
How we watch them sway
And let them cause delay

Wishing and waiting
How we let them fall
Like it’s nothing at all

please.

please find me
please feel me

please search my soul
please devour me
please consume me whole

please hold me
please push me

please pull me in
please whisper in a way
as if to say
there’s comfort in our sin 

She holds the sun in her handsand she’ll blind you with her madness
She holds the moon in her thighsand she’ll drown you with her sadness 
(words by me, model me, photo by ben reed)

She holds the sun in her hands
and she’ll blind you with her madness

She holds the moon in her thighs
and she’ll drown you with her sadness 

(words by me, model me, photo by ben reed)

Middleman.

I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent. 

I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding. 

I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges. 

your howl sings to me
like the tapping of rain on a tin roof
or wind blowing through the trees
beneath a full moon
the night sky aglow

your fur tickles me
like the feeling of a sparrows tail
or sun shining on wet skin
damp from the river
that lets you swim in it’s flow

your growl entices me
like the eyes of a once lost lover
or soft lips on bone
accents of femininity
that want your touch

and to give you fever
baby, howl at the moon

and to show you’re eager
purr, because I’ll be there soon